Mu Qing: "I've come to ask you a question, fellow Daoist."
"Does my friend know where I can obtain cultivation techniques for the soul body?"
Ji Minghui: "Soul cultivation techniques are very rare. As far as I know, Xie Aotian, the head of the Xie family, has a Thousand Transformations Soul Technique, the grade of which is unknown."
"The Myriad Laws Sect might have it, I'm not sure, but even if they do, the sect's techniques won't be passed on to outsiders."
"The one in the Xie family head's possession is probably not easy to obtain either. Previously, the sect leader of the Wanfa Sect tried to exchange it for an eighth-grade Tribulation-Crossing Pill, but he did not give it to him."
Mu Qing nodded and said gratefully, "Thank you for informing me, Fellow Daoist Ji."
Immediately, he took out a basket of Blood Spirit Fruits from his spatial storage. The green fruits were full of spiritual energy and had a fragrant aroma.
The disciples of the Ji family couldn't help but turn their gazes over there.
Mu Qing placed the basket next to Ji Minghui and said with a smile, "Information fee."
Before Ji Minghui could refuse, the other party had already used the Shrinking Earth technique to leave and disappeared without a trace.
"Shrinking the earth to an inch is a technique that only cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage can use, right? The other party is indeed no ordinary person." Ji Shiyi muttered to himself, looking in the direction where Mu Qing disappeared.
Ji Shi rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any attention.
"How could someone with such bearing and elegance be just an ordinary person? Only someone as bold as Ji Shiyi would dare to think that way," Ji Shi thought to himself.
Ji Shiyi nudged Ji Shi's arm and said with a longing look, "Tenth Brother, how about we go ask Brother Minghui for two fruits?"
Ji Shi said irritably, "It's not that great. Just watch the game and don't think about it too much."
Ji Shiyi: "......"
As he was about to get up and go to Ji Minghui's place, Ji Minghui had already put the fruit and the fruit basket into his spatial storage.
Seeing this, Ji Shiyi awkwardly touched his nose and sat back down dejectedly.
On the arena where Shuang Feiyan was defending, people came up to challenge her in an endless stream, especially rogue cultivators.
Most independent cultivators believed that Shuang Feiyan, being a woman, although possessing the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage, was definitely not a strong fighter.
If we only consider combat strength, Shuang Feiyan is indeed no match for some challengers. However, she is the goddess of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, and every piece of jewelry she wears is a magical artifact.
The light purple, gorgeous robe was a fifth-grade protective magic robe, and the tassel hairpin on her head, the bell earrings on her body, and the purple spirit bead necklace on her chest were all fourth-grade protective magic artifacts.
Cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage couldn't hurt her at all, and besides, she wouldn't just stand there and take a beating.
The purple whip in her hand was also a fifth-grade magic weapon. Although she couldn't fully unleash the whip's attack power with her cultivation level, even unleashing two or three-tenths of its power was much greater than the attack power of a fourth-grade magic weapon used by an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.
In the morning, all her opponents who challenged her were knocked off the stage by her purple whip.
In the afternoon, she simply used a fifth-grade attack talisman, which left everyone speechless.
Gradually, no more cultivators went up on stage to challenge her.
Shuang Feiyan perfectly demonstrated to everyone through her actions what it means to win even without strength, and to overwhelm you with money.
Although the cultivator who was defeated by her was unwilling, he could only swallow his anger and leave.
The cultivators from the aristocratic families and sects did not go up on stage to fight Shuang Feiyan. Some did so because they were proud of their status, some did not want to provoke the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, and some were simply showing pity for her.
The area around Yi Xiuming's place was even quieter. Apart from Ao Bupa, who had rushed in headfirst at the beginning, only one cultivator from a small family went up.
Of course, the ending was instant collapse.
The opponent was arrogant, but after being poisoned by Yi Xiuming with some unknown poison, his face was instantly covered in itchy sores, and he was defeated without a fight.
The other party's father took him to the Dancao Sect to buy the antidote, but Nangong Tianci could not identify what kind of poison it was.
Finally, after asking Yixiuming, they learned that it was a kind of poison that would cure people without any medicine after seven days.
Seeing how pitiful the person was, Nangong Tianci gave him a bottle of anti-itch pills. Although they weren't the right medicine, they would feel better after taking them.
After this incident, no one dared to go on stage and provoke Ishuming anymore.
After all, nobody wants to offend a master of poisons; otherwise, they might not even know how they died one day.
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