Chapter 64: The Body-Tempering Treasure, Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid
The passage was wide and dimly lit, with several branching paths leading to unknown destinations.
From the outside, one could discern the mountain's contours, but once inside, it was truly a case of "only knowing you're within the mountain, with no clue how deep the cave goes."
Chen Feng carefully surveyed his surroundings and chose a direction based on instinct.
He had not joined forces with anyone else.
A great opportunity—one that might very well lie here—was something everyone sought. If they traveled together, how would they divide the spoils if they found it?
Other opportunities might be negotiable, but if it were the elixir of longevity, Chen Feng was determined to claim it for himself.
It concerned his master's lifespan!
Given his current strength, there might be dangers, but so what?
Moreover, by slaying enemies, he could Devour their divine traits—something he didn’t want others to notice.
Hundreds of disciples from various factions had entered this place, but they had scattered, and for now, Chen Feng saw no one else around.
His sharp gaze swept continuously until it suddenly paused, locking onto a faintly glowing object embedded in the cave wall. He approached for a closer look.
It resembled a crystal, roughly the size of an egg, irregular in shape.
After prying it loose, Chen Feng focused his senses and detected an astonishingly pure and dense spiritual energy within.
"Could this be... a Spiritual Source?"
He recalled the knowledge Elder Yang had imparted back at Juejian Peak and made a quiet guess.
If it truly was a Spiritual Source, its value would be extraordinary.
Spiritual herbs could no longer be measured in mere silver—that belonged to the mortal world. Only Contribution Points or Spiritual Sources could gauge their worth.
Of course, Spiritual Sources themselves held significant value, useful for cultivation in the Condensing Truth Realm.
Without hesitation, Chen Feng stored the Spiritual Source in his Huntian Space Ring and pressed onward.
Before long, he discovered another Spiritual Source.
This one was noticeably larger, about the size of a fist, and the energy it contained was several times more potent.
One, two, three...
The number of Spiritual Sources in his Huntian Space Ring steadily grew.
Then, he spotted a Spiritual Source roughly the size of a human head embedded in the cave wall, shimmering brightly and radiating an astonishingly rich spiritual energy.
Chen Feng immediately reached to claim it.
"Stop! Hand over that Spiritual Source at once!"
A domineering voice suddenly rang out from behind, followed by a gust of fierce wind and a surge of murderous aura.
Chen Feng sidestepped swiftly and retaliated with a slash of his sword—without the slightest hesitation.
Anyone who attacked him was an enemy.
And enemies... were to be slain without mercy!
A flash of sword light severed everything in its path, forcing the assailant to retreat in alarm.
The man moved with incredible speed, darting like a gust of wind, advancing and retreating effortlessly.
"I am a True Disciple of the Zhenwu Sacred Land. Hand over that Spiritual Source, and I’ll spare your life," declared the green-robed young man, his cold eyes glinting.
"Piss off," Chen Feng replied succinctly.
"It seems you're seeking death." The Zhenwu Sacred Land True Disciple's eyes narrowed, a cold light flashing as his figure blurred, transforming once more into a gust of wind as he lunged forward.
His Innate Divine Trait was clearly related to the power of wind.
Such speed was indeed remarkable—faster than most at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, comparable even to the peak of that realm.
Chen Feng's eyes sharpened, instantly locking onto him.
First Form of the Juejian Sword Art!
A streak of sword light slashed through the air, its speed so inconceivably fast it resembled a beam of light, directly cleaving through the opponent's body.
A single strike to kill!
For a mere Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, there was no need for complications.
Devour!
A wisp of the opponent's wind-attribute divine trait was immediately refined into Chen Feng's Huntian Sword Body. He could feel his body becoming slightly lighter, the energy eventually merging into his Huntian Sword Force, which also gained a touch of agility.
The sensation was peculiar.
Previously, the Huntian Sword Force had been thick and heavy, yet now it carried a hint of lightness.
Heaviness and lightness were fundamentally opposed, as incompatible as water and fire.
But after refinement by the Divine Talisman Of Creation, all discord and conflict seemed smoothed away, allowing the two traits to fuse seamlessly. As a result, Chen Feng's Huntian Sword Force now possessed both the oppressive weight and the swift agility—enhancing its crushing power while accelerating its execution.
Naturally, the opponent's belongings became Chen Feng's spoils.
Chen Feng continued onward, puzzled by the absence of spiritual herbs despite the presence of a Spiritual Source, as if the environment was unsuitable for their growth.
As he walked, his ears twitched slightly at the rhythmic, slow, and melodious sound of dripping water—a deep, resonant chime that carried a strange allure.
Following the sound, he swiftly navigated through two narrow fissures before arriving at a cavernous space roughly 20 to 30 meters in height and width, with several cracks lining its walls. From above, a segment of bone—about 10 meters long—hung suspended, its tip forming a droplet of faint white, viscous liquid that clung precariously, neither falling nor retreating.
Below it, a small basin-sized depression held a pool of milky-white liquid, resembling fresh milk.
A unique, indescribable fragrance wafted through the air.
Chen Feng felt his robust qi and blood surge involuntarily, drawn by an inexplicable pull.
Then, a figure emerged from another fissure—a young girl.
She wore her hair in a bun, dressed in grass-green robes, her petite frame and doll-like features giving her the appearance of a delicate porcelain figurine. Yet her aura was anything but fragile, unmistakably at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.
Stepping out of the fissure, her small nose twitched slightly as she inhaled deeply, her entire being drawn toward the pool of milky-white liquid. Her face bore an intoxicated expression, so absorbed that she completely overlooked Chen Feng's presence.
"This scent... this aroma... could it be...?"
The bun-haired girl murmured to herself, sniffing intently as she stared at the liquid, as if trying to discern its nature.
Then, a figure flashed, blocking her path.
"Get out of the way..." the girl said anxiously, then suddenly realized something and leaped back, her face full of wariness as she stared at Chen Feng. "Y-you... who are you? I found this place first. Leave now, or... or don’t blame me for being rude!"
As she spoke, she raised her delicate fist in a feeble attempt at intimidation.
Chen Feng, however, didn’t underestimate her.
Her cultivation was undoubtedly at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm, and the fact that she dared to act alone suggested she had confidence in her own strength. To dismiss her based on appearances would be irresponsible.
"I arrived first. Do you even know what that is?" Chen Feng countered.
"That’s... even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you!" The bun-haired girl nearly answered but caught herself, her guard rising.
Chen Feng had no patience for her games.
Though the girl was undeniably cute—far more so than Yang Xuening—Chen Feng had already learned his lesson after his experience with Yang Xuening. He had set his goals and resolved to move forward without repeating past mistakes.
In a flash, Chen Feng appeared beside the pool of milky-white liquid. He retrieved a large jar from his Mixed Heaven Space, preparing to collect it.
"Stop!" The bun-haired girl froze for a moment before panicking. "That’s spiritual liquid! It can only be stored in a Jade Vessel, or it’ll be ruined!"
"A Jade Vessel..." Chen Feng frowned slightly. "Do you have one?"
"Of course I do, but I won’t give it to you!" she declared smugly.
A streak of sword light flashed, slicing through the air like an aurora, impossibly fast.
In an instant, the blade rested against the girl’s slender, snow-white neck. The icy touch sent a shiver down her spine, raising goosebumps all over her body.
"You have two choices," Chen Feng said coldly. "One: hand over the Jade Vessel and tell me what this is. Two: I kill you and take your spatial ring."
Had the girl shown genuine hostility or attacked him first, he wouldn’t have bothered with words—she’d already be dead. In the face of his goals, beauty and charm meant nothing.
"You... you..." The girl nearly burst into tears. "I’m from the Yang Family! If you kill me, they’ll never let you go!"
"No one will know," Chen Feng said, his gaze sharpening.
"I... I need to taste it first to confirm what kind of spiritual liquid it is!" she stammered, realizing this man was truly heartless.
"Give me the Jade Vessel first," Chen Feng demanded, unmoved.
With no choice, the girl obediently produced a large jade bottle. Chen Feng took it and immediately began collecting the so-called spiritual liquid, scraping even the thinnest layer from the bottom. The girl winced, her heart aching at the sight.
Then, Chen Feng poured a single drop for her.
She let it fall onto her tongue, savoring it carefully. A faint Blood Light shimmered over her body as her qi and blood surged, growing noticeably stronger.
"This might be Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid," she said, smacking her lips as if craving more. Seeing Chen Feng’s frown, she hurriedly explained, "If we’re truly inside a true dragon’s remains, then this has to be Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid."
"What is Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid? What are its uses?" Chen Feng retorted.
"Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid is formed when a dragon's spinal marrow absorbs spiritual energy over time, undergoing fusion and transformation. It is an excellent substance for refining qi and blood, and a holy item for body tempering," the bun-haired girl answered bluntly, as if she had nothing left to lose.
"So that's how it is." Chen Feng's eyes suddenly gleamed—this was precisely what suited him.
"You can leave now." Without paying her any further attention, Chen Feng turned and walked toward a fissure.
"Who are you?" the bun-haired girl gritted her teeth and demanded.
"I don’t mind telling you—I am Ye Wufeng, Quasi-Sect Heir of Juejian Palace," Chen Feng responded on a whim.
And indeed, within Juejian Palace, there truly was someone by that name, Ye Wufeng, who was indeed a Quasi-Sect Heir.
Watching Chen Feng disappear into the fissure, the bun-haired girl clenched her delicate fists once more, her expression filled with resentment and unwillingness, her small canine teeth grinding audibly.
"Quasi-Sect Heir of Juejian Palace... Ye Wufeng, just you wait. I’ll definitely have my brother teach you a proper lesson and take back the Dragon Marrow Spiritual Liquid."
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