Spirit Vessel
chapter-900

The half-demons were naturally excited to pick merit laws in Wood Spirit Palace. However, this wasn’t the case for Feng Feiyun.

He had plenty of top merit laws in his mind already. Unfortunately, having too many might be a disadvantage - a jack of all trades yet master of none.

Thus, he focused on the strongest physique art which was the Immortal Phoenix Physique. As for the Golden Silkworm Scripture, he started this after choosing a dual cultivation route. He found it to be immensely profound and worthy.

Right now, he had relative achievements in both of them so there was no way he would start picking something else. Thus, he didn’t bother going to the palace.

“You want to stay here alone?” Lord Qing Ji asked.

The half-demons have finished picking out their merit laws and were ready to return to Crimson Leaf. However, Feiyun wanted to stay behind.

Lord Qing Ji had an exceedingly high evaluation of Feiyun and wanted to groom him to be a pillar of the alliance. He would represent them to fight against the top geniuses of the medial clans.

“Don’t be ridiculous, come back with us now.” Thus, she ordered.

“The battlefield is too dangerous, especially for one man alone.” Lord Fu Ying agreed.

Lord Kong Hou liked Feng Feiyun too and came over to pat his shoulder, whispering with a smile: “Your commander is a fierce woman, don’t provoke her or it’ll be a sad end for you.”

“I want to train for three years. I’ll definitely be back to report afterward, please fulfill my wish, Lord Qing Ji.” Feiyun calmly asked again.

“How can we leave you here alone?! Let’s all stay together!” Shi Dakai shouted.

“Right, we’ll stay too!” Others chimed in.

“No, you all must go back. The reason I’m staying is due to my unique merit law. I need to experience life-and-death battles in order to break through faster.” Feiyun said.

The three commanders knew how stubborn he was. Nothing could change his mind.

“Hmph, you better survive...” Lord Qing Ji scowled.

“Women are so sentimental, just leave already. When we meet three years later, you’ll be calling me a War Monarch.”

“Who are you calling sentimen-??!” Lord Qing Ji was already inside the portal. She would be running back out if it wasn’t for the other two commanders holding her back to give Feiyun a good beating.

Feiyun watched his allies depart with a smile. All of them, from Shi Dakai to the three commanders, made him feel quite attached.

Even the powerful commanders didn’t have a haughty act. All in all, it was a sense of loyalty. Both the Feng and the royal clan of the Jin never gave him this feeling.

“Feng Feiyun!” A young noble in purple walked over. He had a feathery crest holding up his long hair. He had a charming temperament - clearly a woman killer.

Feiyun stopped thinking and glanced at this young noble before smiling: “It’s a pleasure to see you again, our famous young noble.”

Liu Suzi waved her paper fan and said: “Brat, why are you still here? Your commanders left already.”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, right?” He replied.

“Hmph, fool, then you can keep on staying here until death comes.” She walked towards the portal before stopping to add: “Because you have saved me before, I’ll let you know that Eighth wants to kill you. Do whatever with this information.”

With that, she entered the portal.

“Thanks.” Feiyun smiled.

It flashed brightly and she disappeared from sight.

His smile slowly disappeared. He wants to kill me? He probably wants to make up some face after losing the twelve half-demon slaves.

He sensed someone watching him right now but he wasn’t worried. Eighth Lord Gu would never attack him here because there were War Monarchs present. Doing so would result in serious punishments.

“I heard there’s a market not far from the camp, I can trade demonic items and buy talismans and medicines there.” He got this information from others in the camp.

He had used up more than half of his talismans back at Red Cliff and needed to replenish them.

He had suspicions that this news was released by Eighth Lord Gu on purpose in order to bait him out. However, once he got there, there was really a market.

This market was eight hundred miles away from the camp and built on top of a peak. While at the bottom and looking up, one would see clouds and the occasional pine trees sticking out of the cliff. It looked like a scene depicting the dwelling of an immortal.

Numerous cultivators have gathered here already. They entered the palaces scattered everywhere.

Feiyun leaped upward and made it to the top in no time at all. He saw a winding path with numerous jade palaces or floating grottos. These were shops set up by various great powers.

Of course, some cultivators also had simple stalls. Some prepared a straw mat and displayed their goods next to the path. Thus, there were demonic items everywhere.

“Maps for sale here! Tiger Roar Minor Dimension! Great Shore High-level Realm! Red Cliff High-level Realm!” Someone was selling maps for all of the dimensions and realms in Wood Spirit Theatre.

“Come take a look, this is a divine bone from an ancient saint found in Tiger Roar! Taking a look is free, no need to buy if you don’t want to!”

“Information for sale here! Confidential secrets for 800,000 stones. Recent developments for 10,000 stones! Demonic lairs’ locations, their forces, terrains, I know everything as long as you have enough money!”

The plaques were bright but of course, merchants always exaggerated. For example, the bone-seller earlier was proven wrong right away. That bone was nothing more than a rare stone.

Now, someone actually claimed to know the secrets of the demons and the locations of the lairs.

People heard the s and only laughed since there were too many swindlers here. If the person could actually produce this information, not to mention 800,000 stones, even 8,000,000 would be paid by the powerful sects.

Feiyun also paid attention to this merchant - an old woman. She sat on top of a stone chair and had a wooden stick. Her hair was messy and when she smiled, some teeth were missing.

Her muddled eyes suddenly became bright after seeing Feiyun looking at her, akin to a tiger seeing a fat calf. She ran over and stopped Feiyun: “Lil’ Brother, I see that you’re an adventurer who dares to take risks. I have a shocking piece of info for you. Because I like you, I’ll give it to you for only 800,000.”

Her eyes were sincere like that of a grandma.

Feiyun coughed twice and said: “Umm, I don’t have that many stones on me, maybe next time.” He wanted to leave right away.

800,000 wasn’t a large sum to Feiyun but no need to spend it foolishly.

“That’s fine, that’s fine, you can pay later. I’ll give you an IOU.” She pulled his arm and sent him a mental message: “It pertains to the grave of a saint from the white spiders. Once found, a saint artifact will come out, this is worth thousands and thousands of times more than 800,000 stones. This saint is the progenitor of this race and died during the ancient eras, the white spiders are trying to find it somewhere in Wood Spirit Theatre.”

He was slightly interested after hearing this: “Wood Spirit used to belong to the white spiders?”

“Of course, but the white spiders have been defeated. This place belongs to the humans now.” She could see that he had taken the bait and looked quite happy.

He heard about this saint before - White Spider Sacred Ancestor. However, this was millions of years ago. The white spiders have declined, not even close to being as strong as humans.

“If they know that it is here, why don’t they launch a full-scale attack?” He asked again.

“Pay me 1,600,000 stones first.” The old woman smiled.

“Why?”

“Because you received two pieces of info just now.” She replied.