Chapter 137 : Foundation Establishment Assets
Chapter 137: Foundation Establishment Assets
“Inferior Second-Tier Lesser Beasts truly were extraordinary!”
Chen Beiwu exhaled a turbid breath and recalled the Cold Pool with his divine sense.
That Cang Thunder Tiger, after a round of bloody slaughter, had its flesh heavily wounded, its realm plummeted, and even its cultivation years nearly dropped from the Second-Tier.
Yet even so, Gold Egg had almost been taken away by a single strike. Fortunately, his Mist of Phantoms had succeeded, managing to bewilder the flickering-like-a-candle Cang Thunder Tiger.
“Gulp!”
Gold Egg stared blankly at the charred pit not far away, unable to stop swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
Under the ravaging thunder, the stones at the pit’s center had already been vaporized into a glassy state, with residual arcs of lightning still flickering across the glazed surface.
If that strike had landed directly, who knew whether its Flowing Gold Scales could have withstood it?
“How do you feel?” Chen Beiwu’s gaze turned toward Gold Egg.
To cross realms and slay a Second-Tier Lesser Beast, a being comparable to Foundation Establishment, with only Tenth Level of Qi Refining cultivation—such a battle record would be dazzling even within the Immortal Alliance.
Of course, if placed on the Ten Thousand Spirits app, where Golden Core True Persons were commonplace, this record would still need polishing—it would not even qualify as boasting material.
“Gulp!”
Gold Egg’s eyes looked at the Cang Thunder Tiger.
For some reason, even though its head had been severed by its master and its breath ceased, it still felt an indescribable might, as if that headless thunder tiger still lived.
Hearing this, Chen Beiwu seemed to recall something. His expression shifted slightly as he pulled Gold Egg back several zhang and simultaneously summoned the Second-Tier damaged sinister spirit artifact, Soul-Piercing Nail, from his storage pouch.
“Roar!”
Unable to hide any longer, a bluish-violet ghost flame suddenly flared, fusing with the remnant resentment of the headless tiger’s corpse, forming a translucent ghost tiger.
Though this headless ghost tiger retained its death-scene misery, its appearance incomparably frightful, the aura it released was only at the Late-Stage of Qi Refining.
“Suppress!”
As Chen Beiwu’s words fell, the Soul-Piercing Nail instantly turned into a streak of blood shadow and shot toward the ghost tiger.
With blood light blooming, the newly born ghost tiger could not even resist before it was nailed in place, unable to let its soul escape.
“Instead of choosing to let its soul return to heaven and earth, to be reincarnated, it had, in its final moments, used its innate Thunder Ghoul ability to turn itself into a ghost servant.”
Chen Beiwu’s eyes revealed astonishment as he took out a long-cherished Soul-Trapping Stone from his storage pouch.
Yet the ghost tiger remained utterly unmoved, not even a flicker of fear in its eyes.
‘As expected, it doesn’t work.’ Chen Beiwu sighed inwardly.
The Soul-Trapping Stone required cooperation with the Soul-Refining Formation to unleash its true power. Otherwise, he could have kept this ghost tiger’s resentful soul—it might have been of use someday.
‘What a pity.’ Chen Beiwu put away the Soul-Trapping Stone, then, controlling the Cold Pool Spirit Sword with his divine sense, shattered the ghost tiger’s soul body with a single strike. He then summoned Iron Egg from the spirit beast pouch.
“Woof!”
Iron Egg had just appeared but could not help lowering its tail and letting out a low whimper.
Seeing Iron Egg’s cowardly display, Chen Beiwu gave a helpless smile.
Though the thunder tiger was dead, its tiger’s might still lingered.
Ordinary exotic beasts, when suddenly faced with a thunder tiger, would likely faint instantly. Iron Egg’s performance was considered acceptable.
……
The next morning.
Chen Beiwu looked at the processed corpses of the tiger and the falcon before him, satisfaction spreading across his face.
The Immortal Alliance had a saying: “A thousand spirit stones may glitter, but they cannot compare to the treasures of a spirit beast.”
A Second-Tier Cang Thunder Tiger was filled with treasures—its hide, tendons, blood, bones, heart, whip, and meat could all be exchanged within a short time for vast quantities of lower-grade spirit stones, a hard currency.
Compared to the Cang Thunder Tiger, the Sand-Swimming Falcon’s corpse was far inferior. At most, its feathers and talons could fetch a high price, but its flesh certainly lacked the nourishing power of tiger meat.
“Woof.”
“Gulp.”
After laboring the entire night, both Gold Egg and Iron Egg were somewhat hungry.
Chen Beiwu said, “Wait a moment.”
Half an hour later, Chen Beiwu had cooked five precious dishes from tiger meat and falcon meat.
Picking up a piece of tiger meat with clear texture and eating it, a surge of warmth suddenly rose from Chen Beiwu’s stomach, nourishing his blood and bones.
Tiger meat was immensely nourishing!
For Chen Beiwu, rather than exchanging the tiger meat for spirit stones, it was better used as nourishment to advance his and the two eggs’ cultivation.
Gold Egg and Iron Egg glanced at each other, then both opened their mouths to eat.
In just two minutes, Gold Egg had finished every dish before it, even swallowing the plates.
Iron Egg, however, due to its shallower cultivation, needed seven to eight minutes just to chew through a single small piece of tiger meat.
Unbothered by the two pets’ eating contest, Chen Beiwu circulated his cultivation method, calming his vigorous qi and blood, and took out a jade-green storage ring.
This was his greatest gain, picked up from the corpse of the Falcon-Taming cultivator.
As repayment, Chen Beiwu had Gold Egg dig a pit to properly bury that Foundation Establishment cultivator, preventing his body from being left exposed to beasts.
“Fortunately, this was the lowest-grade storage ring of the Southern Wastes, incapable of setting a divine sense lock,” Chen Beiwu sighed.
Storage rings in the Southern Wastes were divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower.
The lower-grade rings were made from Third-Tier spiritual material, Void Crystal.
Void Crystal was generally jade-green, a light yet indestructible special crystal that could carry engraved spatial formations, often used by artifact refiners as storage ring bases.
Chen Beiwu had once seen Void Crystal at the Black Rock Mountain auction. Its price was exorbitant—half a tael could be sold for ten thousand lower-grade spirit stones.
And this lower-grade ring in his hand weighed a full tael. Even without considering its storage capacity, the raw material alone was worth twenty thousand lower-grade spirit stones.
‘The wealth of a Foundation Establishment cultivator… just the thought was exciting!’
Closing his eyes, Chen Beiwu urged his divine sense, comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and began refining the storage ring.
Having lost its former owner’s divine sense protection, the storage ring was like an unlocked gate.
Within half an hour, Chen Beiwu had completely expelled the previous owner’s imprint, left his own divine sense mark, and smoothly opened the ring’s space.
‘Fortune smiles upon me!’
Gazing at the dazzling treasures inside the ring’s space, Chen Beiwu’s eyes lit up.
Along the space’s edges, lower-grade spirit stones were piled into a small hill, estimated at over ten thousand pieces.
More precious mid-grade spirit stones were placed in the center of the space, alongside sealed jade boxes, totaling fifty-six pieces—equivalent to over five thousand six hundred lower-grade spirit stones.
By contrast, the categorized pills, spirit artifacts, talismans, and formation disks were few, mostly auxiliary Second-Tier Spirit-Gathering Disks and cultivation-enhancing pills.
Clearly, the battle with the Cang Thunder Tiger had drained the Falcon-Taming cultivator’s stock, leaving only three gleaming spirit artifacts.
The first was the Second-Tier spirit bow previously seen in battle.
The second, a small flying shuttle capable of carrying cultivators through the skies.
The third, a rusty bracelet about four fingers wide, covered with fine grooves and embedded with beast-head reliefs at its joints, appearing rather strange.
After a quick survey of the ring’s space, Chen Beiwu moved his intent, and three sealed jade boxes immediately appeared in his palm.
Certain special spirit herbs needed to be preserved within sealed jade boxes to prevent the loss of medicinal potency.
Clearly, these jade boxes contained the Foundation Establishment cultivator’s most treasured possessions.