Chapter 462 - 436: How Black-Hearted Is the Black Heart Demon Saber?

Song Ciwan carefully read the Heaven and Earth Scale’s description of the Golden Cocoon Pill.

Golden Cocoon Pill: Five-star Level. After consumption, one can use True Qi or Qi Blood to form a cocoon, activating the Qi Veins to create a defensive shell. Once the cocoon shell is formed, the person inside cannot move.

This shell is extremely difficult to break. For three quarter hours, it can absorb all kinds of external attacks. By cultivating within the shell, one can purify their Cultivation and strengthen their muscles and bones. Upon breaking the cocoon, the increase in Cultivation will depend on the amount of Energy absorbed.

Note: If the attacks are excessive, the person inside the cocoon will be at an unbearable risk. At this point, they can break the cocoon early. Otherwise, there is a chance of their body exploding.

After reading the description, Song Ciwan’s strongest feeling was: ’Truly magical!’

If the Soul Cleansing Pill was a top-tier Spirit Pill in the conventional sense, then the Golden Cocoon Pill was a Qimen Spiritual Pill that defied imagination!

’What kind of demonic genius of an Alchemy Master researched such a bizarre Spirit Pill?’

It wasn’t that the pill wasn’t powerful, but with Song Ciwan’s current combat strength, she likely wouldn’t have many opportunities to use it.

Song Ciwan was almost reluctant to place all the Pangolin meat stew into the Heaven and Earth Scale to trade. ’If I traded it all for Golden Cocoon Pills... do I really need that many?’

She let out a soft laugh beside the Pill Furnace, causing the Big White Goose, which had been engrossed in its meal, to suddenly turn its head and blink its goose eyes at her.

Song Ciwan chose to place two-thirds of the Pangolin meat stew into the Heaven and Earth Scale, ultimately trading it for one hundred and eighty Golden Cocoon Pills.

She stored the remaining one-third of the stew in a Sealing Spirit Jade Box and put it into a Storage Pouch specifically for the Big White Goose’s food.

The Storage Pouch was then placed inside the Vast Sea Grotto Heaven. Although the Vast Sea Grotto Heaven was still in its initial stage, with its Five Elements incomplete and unable to house living people, its spatial essence was, after all, at the Grotto Heaven level—

Ordinary Storage Items cannot be nested within each other, or they risk a spatial collapse. The Vast Sea Grotto Heaven, however, could hold all sorts of Storage Items without any issue.

Leaving the meat stew of a Demon King Stage Pangolin for the Big White Goose to eat would greatly advance its Cultivation and Qi Veins, even if it could only manage a hair-thin sliver each day.

To put it bluntly, with this kind of resource for nurturing, even a pig would be able to fly.

Ahem, the Big White Goose was, of course, a thousand times smarter than an ordinary Pig Demon.

The future looked bright, and Song Ciwan was in a good mood.

Another night of Cultivation passed without incident.

For the next ten days or so, Song Ciwan traveled, entering cities along the way to inquire about current events.

Lu Bell’s name was gradually starting to spread among the common folk, though not widely. In contrast, while Song Zhao had vanished for some time, the legend of Fairy Song persisted in the Martial Arts world even in her absence.

Additionally, there were several major events worthy of Song Ciwan’s attention.

The first was about a Spirit Realm Secret Realm.

Song Ciwan’s destination this time was the eastern part of Yu State, downstream on the Luo River.

And rumors in the streets said that a new Spirit Realm Secret Realm had appeared in eastern Yu State, which a young prodigy from Yong State had entered.

Ten days later, this young prodigy left the Secret Realm and challenged a local Celestial Pride from Yu State.

That Celestial Pride was ranked seventy-fifth and was defeated on the spot.

If not for a local expert intervening to save him, he would have been killed right then and there.

And the name of this young prodigy was someone Song Ciwan had encountered before: Ye Sheng, the closed-door disciple of Ye Lingguan from Pinglan City!

Song Ciwan froze for a moment when she heard this news.

A chill shot up from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

The emotional turmoil lasted for about two or three breaths before Song Ciwan quickly calmed herself. At that moment, she thought to herself: ’It’s happening!’

In the ten years prior, although Spirit Realm Secret Realms had appeared many times across the Nine Provinces Land, and disciples from Major Sects had often entered them, there had never been a case where someone emerged with the ability to defeat a Celestial Pride—

Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Du Xingheng, who had entered the same Spirit Realm Secret Realm as Song Ciwan back then, didn’t count.

Du Xingheng was already fifth on the Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List. Ten years had passed, and she was still ranked fifth. On the surface, it wasn’t easy to see any change in her combat power.

But Ye Sheng, who wasn’t even on the Celestial Pride List before, had now leaped onto it in a single bound and made a name for himself throughout the world!

This single case was enough to send the world into an uproar.

Just then, Song Ciwan had just crossed another mountain range and entered the territory of Yu State.

In a small city on the border of Yu State, she sat in a teahouse, listening to an Innate Martial Artist in leather armor slam his hand on the table, spittle flying as he spoke: "They used to say the Spirit Realm Secret Realms could greatly help increase one’s Cultivation, and I was a bit hesitant. After all, the Spirit Realm is mysterious, and some who enter never come out!

"But now, listen up, everyone! A regular prodigy who had no hope of getting on the Celestial Pride List went to a Spirit Realm Secret Realm once, and now he’s right on the list! Not ninety-ninth, but seventy-fifth..."

The table rattled from the Martial Artist’s pounding, immediately drawing a chorus of agreement.

Among them were men and women, mostly low-level Martial Artists.

Martial Artists have abundant Qi Blood, and at that moment, a particularly hot-blooded, intense emotion rushed to everyone’s heads.

An uproar of shouts filled the teahouse: "If this Spirit Realm Secret Realm is so amazing, why don’t we head east and try our luck there too?"

"Exactly! Fortune favors the bold, especially on the path of Cultivation!"

"Yeah, what’s there to be afraid of? Let’s all go together! Even if we don’t become a Celestial Pride, reaching the Innate Second Transformation would be great!"

"Let’s go, let’s go! Right now!"

The more they spoke, the more excited the crowd became. Finally, the leading Leather Armor Martial Artist slammed his hand on the table again and shot to his feet.

Just as he was about to raise his arm and rally a group to set out, a streak of white light shot out from a corner of the teahouse like a bolt of silk.

The white light moved like lightning, instantly piercing past the lead Innate Martial Artist’s neck. In a flash, quick as thunder, it shattered a tall decorative vase beside the Martial Artist.

Then, the white light passed through the vase, grazed a Tea Master’s body, shattered the teapot in his hand, and pierced through the teahouse wall behind him.

BOOM!

A perfectly round, bowl-sized hole was punched straight through the wall.

But it didn’t stop there. Next to the teahouse was a clothier’s shop, and the white light pierced through both of its opposing walls.

On the other side of the clothier’s was a martial arts hall, and its main hall was pierced through.

It continued onward, piercing through shop after shop lined up far, far down the street... There were too many. The people in the teahouse couldn’t see that far, couldn’t make out the complex scenery through the hole the white light had created.

For a moment, the entire teahouse was silent.

Then came a CRASH as the vase shattered.

Then, the teapot hit the ground with a THUD.

CRACKLE! POP! As the walls were pierced, screams erupted from inside and out.

The Tea Master screamed and fell to the ground. The Leather Armor Martial Artist who had been shouting about going to the Spirit Realm Secret Realm clutched his neck, a trickle of blood seeping from between his fingers.

He turned his head, looking in horror toward the corner where the white light had come from.

In the corner, a youth in black robes was slowly and methodically wiping his fingers. As the Martial Artist looked over, the black-robed youth raised a sharp eyebrow and met his gaze.

There was a casual sharpness to him, like a bolt of furious lightning tearing through the mortal world.

The Martial Artist was shocked, furious, and terrified. He forced himself to speak, "You... that was you! Who are you? I don’t believe we know each other, nor do we have any grudge. Why would you do this?"