Chapter 779 - 530: The Crisis of True Disciple Shen Yumo, Sword Sect Senior Brother_2

He found a suitable target.

In this Qingshan Town, without a capable guide, acting alone would be too time-consuming and labor-intensive.

The coachman quickly soothed the agitated Blazing Wind Horse, and gradually urged it forward a few more steps. Under the strong whip, this fierce-tempered horse became as docile as a kitten.

The coachman’s veins slightly surfaced, indicating significant exertion. In the Martial Arts world, even if he wasn’t an Innate Expert, he must surely be a First-class Expert.

Having done all this, the coachman let out a long sigh of relief.

He respectfully bowed his head, speaking like a stool, "Welcoming the Third Master to depart."

As the words fell, the carriage curtain was lifted.

A round chubby face appeared—it was none other than the Third Young Master Song Xian from the Song Mansion.

Song Xian let out a snore, breaking a snot bubble.

He casually picked up a piece of silk and wiped it.

There was no one else in the carriage but him.

Outside the Song Mansion, upon hearing the news of the Third Young Master Song—known as the Third Master—returning,

a group of women from his backyard had already eagerly rushed to greet him.

As they saw the Third Young Master step out of the carriage,

these women swarmed around him, beaming with smiles, playfully saying in unison, "Third Master finally returns home!"

"During the time you were at the Celestial South Market, everyone at home missed you dearly!"

"Third Master, we sisters have been longing for you!"

The Third Young Master showed disdain, casually waving his pudgy hand.

He flung these women aside with an indifferent gaze, "What do you common people know! I went to the Celestial South Market to purchase items for repairing my Spirit Root.

My Spirit Root isn’t even as good as a Low-grade Spirit Root; it’s merely Mixed Spirit Roots.

If I can obtain items to repair my Spirit Root, I can upgrade from Mixed Spirit Roots to Low-grade Spirit Root, and thus break through to the Third-layer Qi Refining.

Only this way, can I truly have a foothold in this mansion.

Otherwise, in this Qingshan Town,

many people look unfavorably upon your Third Master and want to eliminate me as soon as possible!"

The Third Young Master said all this in one breath, then swaggered into the mansion with his round figure, arriving at the rock garden courtyard, where three Honored Guests awaited him.

These three Honored Guests were invited back from the Celestial South Market by the Song Mansion and his eldest brother—the mansion’s sole cultivator, a Middle-stage Qi Refining cultivator.

In the Celestial South Market,

they were merely small individuals toiling for some Spirit Stones, but here in Qingshan Town, a worldly place, they were Noble Ladies.

Generally, cultivators like them, with limited talents, upon recognizing the bleak prospects of cultivation, could only return to their mundane lives to continue their family lineage.

During their years cultivating in the Celestial South Market,

they accumulated savings and Spirit Stones allowing them to live as wealthy landlords upon returning.

With their Spiritual Power and cultivation of Magic and Divine Power, not only could they protect themselves, but they could also deter any ruffians in the vicinity.

Upon meeting the Third Master Song, the three Honored Guests found him devoid of the previous arrogance, his chubby face tightly squeezing out a flattering grin.

"Honored Guests, if you have anything to repair a Spirit Root, could you share it with me?

The items required to repair my Mixed Spirit Roots won’t cost many Spirit Stones. I can exchange them for gold and silver."

The Third Master continued.

The three before him exchanged bewildered glances, motionless, as if bound by some force.

The Third Master didn’t notice anything peculiar.

Seeing the three constantly winking at him, yet remaining stiff like wooden stakes,

his heart tightened, silently pondering, "Could it be that an enemy has shown up at our door?"

Though the Third Master thought this,

his face remained calm, feigning nonchalance as he sighed heavily, "Well, if the three of you don’t have anything to repair Spirit Roots, then let’s drop the matter."

Saying that, the Third Master turned away.

Despite his round build, he moved agilely and with surprising speed.

However.

No matter how fast he was, how could he outpace others?

Before he came close to the door,

with a "thud," an ominous wind swept in, sealing the doors seamlessly.

No matter how hard the Third Master crashed into it, he couldn’t budge it an inch.

"The Third Master is indeed quite astute.

Who knew the renowned Third Young Master of the Song Mansion wasn’t as stupid as a pig as the rumors say, nor as hopelessly dull."

A playful voice came from the other side of the rock garden courtyard.

A man dressed in light clothes, holding Spiritual Bamboo, stepped out from the flowers behind the three Honored Guests, continuously assessing the Third Master.

As if toying with him.

"Third Master, how about a little collaboration?

The item you want to repair the Spirit Root might be child’s play for me."

Zheng Yi said while lightly placing the Spiritual Bamboo down.

Though it was Top Grade, the bamboo was still an ordinary material. However, if it could be planted on Piaomiao Mountain, given time, it might become the lowest-grade Spiritual Bamboo.

Even as a Lower Grade, it’s quite rare among Spiritual Objects.

And it seemed to have some mutated qualities, worthy of collection to hand over to Zhang Qingmiao and Wang Xing for careful cultivation upon returning, a token of his venture out.

Zheng Yi’s words left the Third Master speechless.

The three Honored Guests, sensing that the Spiritual Power bondage on them was released, rushed to Song Xian’s side, urging him together, "Third Young Master, why are you hesitating? Quickly agree to the senior’s request!"

"Third Young Master, aren’t you aware of how powerful this senior is?"

"Even if all three of us join forces, even if your eldest brother returns, he’d only flee in defeat in front of this senior."

Upon hearing the Honored Guests’ words, Song Xian’s small bean-like eyes lit up, his knees buckling, ready to kneel before Zheng Yi.

With hands outstretched, he was about to prostrate himself fully.

"Master, please accept your disciple Song Xian’s respect!"

He earnestly bowed to Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi’s figure flashed, easily dodging, using the Spiritual Bamboo to lift Song Xian back up amid rolling Spiritual Qi.

"I’m not interested in taking you as my disciple.

However, if you help me with something, I can help you upgrade from Mixed Spirit Roots to Low-grade Spirit Roots.

Repairing Spirit Roots is a trivial matter for me.

I’ve just arrived at Qingshan Town and need a guide familiar with the fringes of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Though impulsive and reckless, I find you, the Third Young Master, suitable for my needs.

Would you be willing?"

Zheng Yi sat by on a stone bench, scrutinizing Song Xian.

Song Xian, nodding quickly like a pecking chicken.

"Willing, definitely willing! Whatever Master wants me to do, your disciple will have no objections."

Zheng Yi shook his head, disregarding the title, "First, prepare for me a secluded courtyard."

As soon as Zheng Yi finished speaking, with a stretch of his right hand, a flash of white light from his storage bag at his waist, flipping his palm, out came a bottle of Spirit Pill for Middle-stage Qi Refining.

This was enough as an item for upgrading Mixed Spirit Roots to Low-grade Spirit Roots.

With a flick of his finger, the jade bottle flew towards Song Xian as if it had wings.

"This is your Spirit Storage Pill for Middle-stage Qi Refining."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Overjoyed, Song Xian received the jade bottle and left the rock garden courtyard.

Together with the three Honored Guests, he hastily ordered the servants of the Song Mansion, doing everything per Zheng Yi’s requirements with the fastest speed of his life.

Watching Zheng Yi enter the secluded courtyard,

the door closed tightly.

Song Xian swallowed his saliva, turning to face the three Honored Guests.

He didn’t dare speak, cautiously opening the jade bottle first, anxiously asking, "There can’t be poison in this, can there?"

"Heh."

One of the Honored Guests sneered, "The senior we just saw, at the very least, has reached Late-stage Qi Refining in strength."

"If someone like that wants to kill, Third Young Master, you probably can’t withstand even a breath."