Chapter 1015 - 717: The Phoenix Rests on Spirit Mountain

Chapter 1015: Chapter 717: The Phoenix Rests on Spirit Mountain

The Blue-faced Wolf is a Wind Cultivator, yet there are no related Cultivation Technique Jade Scrolls in his Storage Pouch,

indicating an intentional omission to prevent anyone from tracing his true identity.

A meticulous mind indeed.

Shen Xuan continued sorting.

There were surprisingly seven Spiritual Artifacts in total—knives, swords, shields, and ropes, all included,

though they were second-hand, their Spiritual Light slightly dim.

However, both their materials and refining techniques were of superior quality.

Just a bit of effort is needed to refine them again. If they meet someone whose cultivation technique matches, they can still unleash impressive power.

Despite the variety, the collection of the head of the Tribulation Cultivators consisted of valuable items.

Various Spirit Pills, Talismans, and Refining Materials were collected extensively, categorized and evidently organized.

The most eye-catching to Shen Xuan were the two Tier Three Demon Bird Cores, possessing pure Demon Qi and abundant Spiritual Power.

The Cold Fire Crow King and the Golden Talon Eagle King.

Additionally, there were three Lifebound Feathers, all of which are excellent materials for refining Wind or Fire Attribute Magical Treasures.

"Heh, this is a resourceful person."

Shen Xuan’s lips slightly curled.

The Blue-faced Wolf had pledged allegiance to the Demon Race, seemingly having carried out many double-dealings.

While working for the Demon Race, he didn’t forget to gather these Demon King materials, benefiting from both sides.

"Hmm? This is..."

Shen Xuan’s gaze sharpened as he picked up a dark red token engraved with demon totems from the miscellaneous items in the Blue-faced Wolf’s Storage Pouch.

Divine Sense probing into it, a murderous aura immediately assaulted him.

It’s not a credential but rather a Demon Race bounty decree!

The center of the token revealed a vivid image of a cultivator.

His face and demeanor perfectly matched the identity Guo Shiyan that he used in the Bright Flame Sect!

The detailed information listed below: Dao title Profound Ice, origins from Cyan Cloud Sect in Song Country, suspected to be a Tier Three Puppet Master and Body Refining Cultivator...

The bounty amount made Shen Xuan’s pupils slightly constrict.

[Dead or alive, reward of Upper Grade spirit stones: one million, credited as a great merit to the Demon Race.]

At the signature place, two fierce Demon Power imprints twisted.

Jointly issued by Thunder Roc Demon Emperor and Poisonous Mosquito Emperor.

"Hiss! Such a high price."

Shen Xuan lightly breathed in, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Luckily, that Guo Shiyan will never appear again."

This bounty confirmed his previous suspicions.

The affairs of developing a new type of puppet and hunting the Bloodthirsty Poison Mosquito King had already been leaked and known by the upper ranks of the Demon Race.

Even parts of his apparent identity had been traced.

"Red Lotus, you old scoundrel, with such a vicious mind!"

Shen Xuan’s thoughts swiftly pinpointed the mastermind behind it.

Besides the one from the Bright Flame Sect, who else could know his identity so clearly?

Packing up his information and delivering it to the Demon Race.

Using a scheme of borrowing a sword to kill, cruel and decisive.

"I will remember this account for now."

Shen Xuan sneered inwardly.

Fortunately, Song Country was tens of thousands of miles away, with figures like Purple Maple True Monarch and Spirit Sword True Monarch holding down the fort, making it difficult for the Southern Wilderness Demon Race to reach.

For the Cyan Cloud Sect, there was no immediate danger in the short term.

"Once I achieve Nascent Soul Formation, I will certainly resolve this cause and effect with Bright Flame Sect thoroughly."

Shen Xuan put away the token, suppressing his murderous intent.

There’s no rush at the moment.

He was currently in the Divine Power Realm for Body Refining, with elusive movements, alone and unrestrained.

The Southern Wilderness Demon Race and Bright Flame Sect may have a bounty, but they have no hold over him.

As long as he acts carefully and avoids leaving traces of his past, this massive bounty becomes nothing but a piece of waste paper.

He categorized all the items.

Having done all this, Shen Xuan serenely opened the door and stepped out.

...

On the deck, it was bustling with voices, sweeping away the oppressive gloom from the previous days.

Passengers had just received a refund of thirty thousand Spirit Stones, were financially comfortable, and in high spirits, spontaneously organizing a trade gathering during the calm voyage.

At this moment, most of the passengers were gathered here.

Even if there was no immediate need for buying or selling, they were willing to come and broaden their horizons, exchange resources.

The spaceship delved deep into the territories of the Human Race.

Relying on the renowned banner of the Fortune Sea Commerce Alliance, the minor sects and forces encountered along the way dared not intercept or inspect them rashly.

The Fortune Sea Commerce Alliance stepped in, made some arrangements, paid a symbolic transit fee, and journeyed unhindered.

Reaching this point in the voyage, safety was assured, allowing everyone to relax their tense strings.

When Shen Xuan strolled onto the deck, Gu Xiaoyao was enthusiastically moving between various stalls.

Seeing Shen Xuan arrive, he immediately greeted him with a big smile.

Thanks to Shen Xuan, those stock of Spirit Wine sold at a high price.

Now, he carried a huge fortune of more than four hundred thousand Spirit Stones, his posture straight and proud.

His focus at the trade meeting was solely on "picking up bargains."

If he found any treasure worth investing in, he would negotiate the price.

On the expansive deck, dozens of stone tables were neatly set up temporarily.

Sellers could place their goods on the tables, either with clearly marked prices or waiting for inquiries.

Buyers wandered among them, their eyes critical.

The lively atmosphere resembled that of a market during a fair.

Shen Xuan glanced around and saw the figures of Wu Jiajun and Tang Qingyan.

Wu Jiajun occupied a table on his own, with many people gathered around his stall.

Not only passengers, but even the stewards and guards of the Fortune Sea Commerce Alliance were among them, whispering in low voices.

Shen Xuan walked closer and took a look — the table was full of dazzling goods, all of Tier Three or higher: Elixirs, Magical Artifacts, Array Plates, Talismans, Spirit Plants.

There were even some slightly dim second-hand Spiritual Artifacts, mixed in variety but of high grade.

"Fencing stolen goods?"

Shen Xuan understood.

Such level and quantity of goods are far beyond what ordinary Golden Core Cultivators would use daily, more like the proceeds from plunder.

Using the trade meeting as a cover to cash them out.

Ordinary passengers had little spending power, rarely able to buy such items.

Thus, those gathered around his stall were mostly Fortune Sea Commerce Alliance personnel with considerable wealth or special channels.

On the other side, Tang Qingyan was alone, quietly moving through the bustling crowd.

Wherever she passed, whether passengers or Commerce Alliance staff, all held their breath and made way.