CIATB Chapter 352: Mo Fuyang
Chapter 352: Mo Fuyang
Chapter 352: Mo Fuyang
Mo Fuyang extended a finger, summoning a formation disk from his storage ring. The disk hummed to life, its surface glowing as a voice emanated from within:
“Xuanwei Heavens, Southern Yu Continent, Mengmu Sea Domain...”
“The Wanxian Sect and Absolute Immortal Cliff have clashed again, this time over a medium-grade spirit stone mine on an island. Despite fierce battles, no resolution has been reached. Late-stage Void Refinement experts have intervened, with both sides refusing to yield.”
“The conflict has even drawn the Eight Veined Flood Dragon Clan, who have sternly declared that such wars should not occur in Mengmu Sea Domain. They proposed a peaceful resolution and offered to mediate by jointly dividing the mine among the three factions.”
“This proposal has sparked heated debates among various forces, with Void Refinement cultivators personally stepping into the fray, creating waves that are shaking the region to its core.”
Hiss!
Mo Fuyang sucked in a sharp breath. “Void Refinement cultivators? Personally involved? That mine must hold unfathomable reserves... It’s not as simple as it seems.”
The formation disk continued:
“At the Profound Cave Dao Institute, True Lord An Chong’s ten-thousand-year birthday celebration has begun. Myriads of immortals and representatives from all major forces have gathered. On a grand thousand-zhang platform constructed over the ocean, the event is awe-inspiring.”
“The Xuanzhou Merchant Association presented a hundred fifth-tier high-grade cave heavens as gifts, pledging eternal alliance with the institute and wishing it everlasting prosperity.”
At this, Mo Fuyang’s eyes snapped open, and he quickly shut off the formation disk.
Fifth-tier high-grade cave heavens?! Portable and adaptable, such treasures could serve as inheritances. Many unclaimed secret realms were said to have evolved from cave heavens.
“If only I could acquire a fifth-tier low-grade cave heaven,” he muttered, his voice tinged with longing. “I might just reach Deity Transformation effortlessly.”
But An Chong’s ten-thousand-year lifespan was incomprehensible to him, far beyond his grasp. He simply knew that the Cave Profound Dao Institute was a hub for unparalleled celestial talents—a place where monsters of the immortal path congregated.
“Such things are worlds away from someone like me,” he sighed, resigning himself to envy. For now, listening and dreaming would suffice.
“That’s better,” Chen Xun said, discarding the bandit garb. Clad in his white robes once more, he exuded an air of refined elegance. “What’s your name, friend? And where do you hail from?”
“M-Mo Fuyang,” the man stammered. “I’m just an unaffiliated treasure seeker.”
“Sit.”
“I... Senior, I dare not...”
“Moo?!”
Brother Ox’s snort sent Mo Fuyang scrambling to the ground with a loud thud. “I’m sitting! I’m sitting!”
Chen Xun chuckled. “Good. Now, we only have a few questions. In exchange, you may have these.”
He produced several thousand-year-old spirit herbs from his storage ring. Mo Fuyang accepted them hesitantly, his eyes widening as recognition dawned.
“Senior... this is Cleansing Dust Grass?”
“Ah, so that’s its name,” Chen Xun mused. “Picked it myself. Valuable, I presume?”
“Senior, these herbs... and those... Gray Ancient Grass, White Essence Flower, Azure Demon Grass...” Mo Fuyang listed them all, his voice trembling.
“Well, friend,” Chen Xun said, his interest piqued. “Do ancient spirit trees grow frequently in this forest?”
Mo Fuyang hesitated, then nodded cautiously. “Yes... Senior, if I may ask... is it true you’ve seen thousand-year-old spirit trees?”
Chen Xun’s eyes glimmered. “Indeed. What’s their value? I dabble in crafting and was considering using the wood for a treasure ship. Must be sturdy enough, right?”