Chapter 445 - 299: Spiritual Vision’s Treasure Appraisal Shakes the Hall of Myriad Arts; Elder Tie’s Token Forges a Good Bond

Han Feng felt his steps were a little unsteady as he walked out of the heavy black metal gate of the Hall of Myriad Spirits.

It wasn’t physical exhaustion, but mental depletion.

Not only had that whole maneuver involved swindling a sentient super-AI blind, but he’d also had to withstand a massive torrent of data to make real-time modifications. It was more mentally taxing than fighting a Tier Four Demon Beast.

However, the rewards were also immense.

An outrageously powerful Cultivation Technique that let him "heal while fighting," and two Tier Four Peak Slaughter Techniques.

This was a massive score.

"Boss! You’re finally out!"

A familiar voice piped up from the side.

Guo Xiaobao came forward with a delighted look on his face, holding a pre-chilled bottle of Spiritual Spring Water. His posture was the very definition of a sycophant.

Han Feng took the water and chugged a mouthful, looking at him with some surprise.

"You haven’t left yet? I thought you would’ve taken those thousand Spirit Coins and run off by now."

Guo Xiaobao chuckled, straightened his back, and patted his chest.

"Now, Boss, you’re underestimating me. I, Guo Xiaobao, make my way on this Celestial Ship by relying on one thing: my credibility."

"I said I’d be your consultant for the day, so I have to serve you until the very last second.

If you’d stayed inside for three days and three nights, I would’ve camped out at the entrance for three days."

Han Feng glanced at him with a faint, knowing smile.

’This guy talks a good game, but he just saw me get the Cyan Cloud Order and wants to latch onto a powerful backer.’

’Still, someone this perceptive, shameless, and who understands the rules is definitely useful to have around.’

Han Feng tossed the empty bottle into a nearby recycling bin and asked as he headed out,

"Alright. Since you’re so dedicated, I happen to have a couple of things I need to get done."

Guo Xiaobao immediately whipped out a small notebook, looking as if he were all ears.

"Just give the word. If it exists on this Celestial Ship, there’s nothing I can’t find."

"First, I earned a good number of points just now for optimizing a technique, and I want to exchange all of them for Cultivation Resources."

Han Feng held up one finger, then a second.

"Second, I have a batch of spare equipment to get rid of. After selling it, I want to trade it all for food ingredients."

"No problem. The point exchange is just downstairs, and as for equipment disposal..."

Guo Xiaobao nodded as he jotted it down, but then his pen froze. He snapped his head up to look at Han Feng, his face a mask of bewilderment.

"Wait, Boss, what did you just say you wanted to trade it for?"

"Food ingredients."

Han Feng’s tone was calm, as if he were discussing something perfectly ordinary.

"The fresher, the better. The more abundant the Vitality they contain, the better.

Be it the flesh and blood of Demon Beasts or freshly picked Spirit Plants, as long as they have enough Vitality, I’ll take it all."

’The core of the newly devised Cyan Cloud·Longevity Sword Technique is to condense the Longevity Sword Seed.’

’And that thing is a bottomless pit; it can only be formed by devouring immense amounts of Vitality Power.’

’Rely on my own slow cultivation?’

’That would take forever.’

’The simplest, most direct method is to eat.’

’Eat it, then use the Cultivation Technique to forcibly plunder its Vitality.’

Guo Xiaobao’s mouth fell open. He stared at Han Feng’s calm face and forced himself to swallow the question, ’Are you some kind of reincarnated starving ghost?’

"I get it! You’re going for strengthening through diet!"

Guo Xiaobao was a sharp one and immediately concocted a plausible explanation in his mind.

"Some special body-strengthening Cultivation Techniques do require consuming large amounts of high-energy flesh and blood.

Follow me! Inside the Myriad Laws Hall, there’s a resource vault that only VIPs can enter. The items there are guaranteed to be absolutely fresh!"

The two took a private elevator to the Third Layer of the Myriad Laws Hall.

It was less an exchange center and more of a massive, high-tech supermarket.

Rows of transparent, temperature-controlled display cases floated in mid-air, filled with a dazzling array of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

"Boss, this place is the real deal.

Regular people can only trade for standard-issue Elixir Pills in the main hall outside. Only VIPs like yourself can come here to pick out the premium goods."

Guo Xiaobao pointed to a nearby counter and began his introduction.

"See that? Foreleg meat from a Tier Three Wind Wolf. It just came in today, and it only costs... points."

Han Feng ignored his spiel, his eyes narrowing slightly as he silently activated his [Spiritual Vision].

In his sight, the entire hall instantly transformed.

The bright, glamorous display cases vanished, replaced by clusters of light in various colors.

Some of the halos were dim and lifeless, filled with a deathly gray hue.

Others radiated brilliant red light, their Life Force so abundant it practically overflowed.

Han Feng walked straight to an inconspicuous corner and pointed at a dark red chunk of meat sitting on a bed of ice.

"This one. I’ll take it."

"Sir, this piece of meat is on clearance. Its energy activity has been severely depleted, so we don’t recommend purchasing it..." the attendant reminded him dutifully.

"I want this one," Han Feng insisted.

After he proceeded to pick several more ingredients that others would consider low-priced "defective goods,"

the way the attendant looked at Han Feng changed. ’For such a high-status VIP to exclusively pick low-quality ingredients... Just how stingy can a person be?’

Ignoring the attendant’s strange looks, Han Feng continued his grand project of treasure hunting. ’If a mere attendant could understand what I’m doing, what kind of treasures would be left for me to find?’

In less than half an hour, the fifteen thousand-plus points in Han Feng’s account had been completely spent.

In their place was the Three-Cubic Storage Ring he had taken from the Evil Cult Grandmaster, now filled to the brim with High Tier food ingredients.

"Let’s go. Next stop."

Han Feng patted his bulging pocket, in a fantastic mood.

’With this haul, I should have enough to condense the first few Sword Seeds.’

"You got it! Next stop is the Celestial Workshop in the Inner City. Their buy-back prices on equipment are the fairest you’ll find."