Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

This time, breaking the seal took even longer than before, consuming an entire three sticks of incense's time.

It was not until the middle-aged man let out a long sigh that he carefully placed the storage ring to one side, his forehead already covered in cold sweat. After placing the storage ring on the ground, his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

This trembling was a result of his hands being intensely focused on performing extremely delicate tasks for an extended period.

It was clear that he had been forcibly suppressing it earlier, and after he put down the storage ring, he immediately released the suppression.

"Young friend,"

the middle-aged man, looking extremely pale and in poor condition, spoke in a hoarse voice,"I really can't go on, not at all. I can only get this far today. Shall we continue with the remaining rings tomorrow night here?"

His hoarseness was not feigned this time.

It was as if he had been shouting for dozens of minutes, rendering his throat hoarse; his lips were cracked, and he truly looked completely spent.

"Alright."

Chen Qiu got up, looked at the middle-aged man, and passed him a storage bag while speaking softly, "You've worked hard, sir. This storage bag contains the previously agreed upon price."

The price for breaking a storage ring's seal wasn't expensive.

A single spirit stone could break the seal on three storage rings.

Although this was something prohibited by Da Xia's law, how should one put it? There are many things forbidden by Da Xia's law. Some are absolutely untouchable in public, some are strict laws that result in immediate punishment upon infringement, some are ignored if the public turns a blind eye, and some are even overlooked when done right in front of government officials.

Different laws have different degrees of enforcement across various states and at different times.

Like the act of breaking the seal of a storage ring, in "Xuzhou," it wasn't strictly enforced; it was more of a turn-a-blind-eye situation. If it were strictly enforced, naturally, the price would skyrocket.

He gave thirty more spirit stones.

First, it was to form a good relationship; he didn't mind spending a little money to make a connection with someone skilled in a particular area.

Second, the poison cultivator's storage ring seemed genuinely difficult to break and, from what the other party had said, the risks were not small. He would have felt guilty if he did not give a few more spirit stones.

The middle-aged man who took the storage bag and probed it with his divine sense couldn't help but smile and, with joy in his face, made an obeisant gesture towards Chen Qiu, "The young master is generous, and this old man thanks the young master."

Only then did he slowly turn towards Chen Qiu and his companions, leaving the temple.

The rustling sound of footsteps on fallen leaves grew fainter and fainter until they finally disappeared.

...

"Tsk."

Fat Long, watching the man leave, clicked his tongue and said, "I thought he was the kind of person who gave up everything for his hobbies. Turns out he's still happy to take spirit stones."

"He changed his address quite quickly, didn't he?"

"After receiving the tip, he went from 'young friend' to 'young master'."

"Quite smooth on the tongue."

"Normal." Chen Qiu, with a calm expression, swept a glance at the extinguished bonfire beside him, "The standards of a saint are only fit to be imposed on saints and should not be used to judge others. Everyone likes spirit stones."

"We're not returning to Kai Mountain City tonight."

Without waiting for Fat Long to speak, Chen Qiu waved his sleeve, and a strong force of suction enveloped them, drawing him and Fat Long into the small world.

...

Under the dusk.

The mountain gate engraved with the words "Chao Tian Sect" stood in decline at the mountain's peak.

This was the site, or rather the ruins, of Chao Tian Sect.

It was his second time entering this small world since acquiring it.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

This small world had no stars, and the light didn't change much; it remained in a constant state of near dusk, without any night.

"..."

Chen Qiu swept his gaze around. The last time he had entered this small world was in the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm. Now, as he re-entered holding the Sect Leader's Chair, all Formations and restrictions made way for him.

With a single thought, he could observe any corner of the Chao Tian Sect.

However, the place had fallen into considerable disrepair; to renovate these collapsed buildings would require a large number of Spirit Stones and would be a time-consuming task. Not to mention, repairing the Formations was a major project.

He didn't think further on it.

After his Divine Sense swept through the Chao Tian Sect via the Sect Leader's Chair, he headed towards one of the disciple dormitories that was still in relatively good shape.

He found that he was really getting lazier. Since losing the scholar, even walking a few steps felt unbearably slow.

Shaking his head, he applied another 'Gale Talisman' to himself and Fat Long before striding toward the disciple dormitory.

Those Storage Bags may not have had much else, but they were full of these low-level talismans.

Even Loose Cultivators commonly stocked a few talismans in their Storage Bags—these things could be life-saving in critical moments. Being stingy with Spirit Stones and reluctant to spend them could cost you your life when it really mattered.

Perhaps because of this mindset, there were scarcely any Spirit Stones in those Storage Bags. Enjoy more content from empire

...

After finding a bed in the disciple dormitory that was still reasonably intact and sweeping away the dust with a surge of Spiritual Energy, Chen Qiu then sat cross-legged on the bed and began his cultivation for the night.

This act of dust-clearing also signified that his control over Spiritual Energy was improving.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered how the middle-aged man that night had turned Spiritual Energy into Spiritual Silk, finer than hair by several times. With a thought, a thread of Spiritual Silk burst forth from his fingertip as well.

Yet no matter how focused he was, he could only control the Spiritual Energy to the thickness of a strand of hair. Any finer and it would shatter, dissipating back into the world as Spiritual Energy.

"Sigh."

He let out a helpless sigh, realizing there was still much room for improvement in his fine control over Spiritual Energy.

After reaching Foundation Establishment, he found that his nighttime cultivation almost replaced the need for sleep. He would feel just as refreshed the next day, as if he had slept a whole night.

Before beginning cultivation,

he first sent his Consciousness to probe into each of the Storage Rings whose restrictions had been breached that night.

Two incense sticks of time later, he had finally sorted through the contents of this batch of Storage Rings.

'There are over nine thousand Spirit Stones.'

'Various low-level talismans, low-grade Pills, low-grade Spiritual Treasures, and low-level Spells, among others.'

Most of the Spirit Stones had come from the Storage Rings of those few hundred Poison Sect disciples. The Storage Rings of the Demon Clan cultivators were virtually empty.

Moreover, those Demon Clan cultivators liked to collect all sorts of odds and ends.

For example, several pieces of red bellybands that had turned stiff and white.

Perhaps, in the Heavenly Dao Prison, these items were more precious than any Cultivation Technique or Spirit Stone.

"..."

Suppressing his disgust, Chen Qiu sorted out those odds and ends and threw them outside the door, planning to dispose of them outside the temple first thing in the morning.

After all this, he took a deep breath and seriously rubbed his hands together.

Full of anticipation, he probed his Consciousness into the Storage Ring of that poison cultivator with a Golden Core.

So...

Let's see what treasures the Storage Ring of a Golden Core Great Power might contain!

Hopefully, it held tens of thousands of Spirit Stones or something of the sort; that would be worthy of a Golden Core's reputation!