Chapter 310
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Chapter 310: Big Order
At the Hidden Spirit Sect, in the trial tower, Jian Wujie used his illusion sword technique to defeat the disciple who had ambushed him. He looked disdainfully at the corpse of his senior brother on the ground and said, “Senior brother, I’ve been in the sect for quite some time now. I aced the basic courses, and I’ve already completed three advanced courses.”
“Using such petty tricks against me really underestimates me.”
Just then, a shell came flying in, and Jian Wujie was instantly kicked out of the battle royale game.
With a scowl, Jian Wujie stepped out of the illusion room.
After finishing the basic courses at the Hidden Spirit Sect, his fighting strength had improved significantly, landing him in the top 200. Lately, he’d become obsessed with the battle royale game.
But in the game, he faced a major setback, leaving him full of self-doubt.
“Damn it, this is the fifth time already. Can’t they just give me a break?” Jian Wujie muttered through gritted teeth. Ever since he’d taken out a senior brother who specialized in Controlled Puppet techniques during the battle royale game, he’d been targeted.
Now, every time he joined the game, that senior brother would do nothing but hunt down the giant cannon and wait for the perfect moment to blast him out.
Just then, Jian Wujie’s communication artifact buzzed.
“Feiyu, any progress in alchemy lately?” Jian Wujie immediately recognized Han Feiyu’s voice.
“Not really. That master alchemist said I’m not cut out for it. Unless I have an endless supply of pill furnaces and spiritual herbs, I’ll never become a master alchemist,” Han Feiyu said with a chuckle.
To most, that would sound like a death sentence for his alchemy ambitions, but to Han Feiyu, it was music to his ears. It meant he was practically guaranteed to become a master alchemist in this lifetime.
“Alright, did you bring up coming to the Hidden Spirit Sect with your master like I asked?” Jian Wujie inquired.
Ever since Han Feiyu found out Jian Wujie was training at his master’s sect, he’d been green with envy.
“I did. My master told me to wait for further instructions,” Han Feiyu replied.
“Listen, the Hidden Spirit Sect has alchemists, and our Master Ancestor is a master alchemist. My master let that slip,” Jian Wujie said with a grin.
“Really?” Han Feiyu exclaimed, surprised.
“Absolutely.”
“Got it. I’ll go play the pity card again,” Han Feiyu said before ending the call.
Meanwhile, Wang Xiangchi was out fishing with Xu Fan.
“So, your second disciple wants to join the Hidden Spirit Sect?” Xu Fan remarked lightly.
“Yeah, he must’ve heard about it from Wujie. He’s been laying it on thick with the sob stories,” Wang Xiangchi replied.
“Fine, let him come. In the past, I was worried I couldn’t handle the sect’s fortune.”
“But now, I’m not concerned,” Xu Fan said, his eyes gleaming with confidence. He was on the verge of reaching the Nascent Soul stage, and even with a protagonist in the mix, he was sure he could manage the sect’s fortune with the right moves.
The Nascent Soul stage gave him that kind of confidence.
Seeing Xu Fan agree, Wang Xiangchi breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He genuinely hoped his two disciples would be accepted by his master.
“Alright, I’ll send Feiyu a message soon.”
“By the way, once he’s here, he’ll be considered a sect disciple. But since your disciple practices the Sword Formation Path and has that peculiar ability with the small gourd—which you’re aware of—he can’t be given a Spiritual Sword for free like Xiang Yun.”
“You get it, right? Precious artifacts are manageable, but Dao artifacts are beyond the sect’s means,” Xu Fan explained. Since Dao artifacts couldn’t be mass-produced yet, agreeing to provide them would be a headache down the line.
“I understand,” Wang Xiangchi nodded, fully aware of the immense resources required to cultivate a practitioner of the Sword Formation Path.
"That’s good. By the way, there’s one more thing. Spend more time with your father and make sure he doesn’t visit the Five-Spirit Enlightened Monkeys as often for chess," Xu Fan said.
Recently, Wang Yulun had taken a liking to playing chess with an old monkey on Hidden Spirit Island, and Xu Fan was concerned that if anything happened in the future, it might strain their relationship.
"Got it," Wang Xiangchi replied with a grimace. Lately, every time he visited his father, he had to endure stories about how handsome his father was in his youth, how powerful his master was, and how his father managed to win over his mother.
At that moment, a flash of sword light appeared in the sky, and Ning Dao appeared on the spiritual boat.
"Grand Elder, we’ve discovered a passage connecting to the Demon Spirit Realm in Lin Sen Fairy City," Ning Dao said with a serious expression.
"Can’t we just send people to guard it?" Xu Fan asked. Although the human race wasn’t as powerful as the beast race, they could still manage to defend themselves.
"That passage connects to the territories of the Moonshadow Wolf Clan and the Snow Fox Clan; both are among the top clans in the beast race," Ning Dao explained.
"Where is the passage located?"
"It’s less than ten thousand miles from the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake; currently, the beast race hasn’t noticed it."
"Seriously? We can’t be that unlucky!" Xu Fan became a bit anxious. Being less than ten thousand miles from the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake meant it was within his sect’s jurisdiction.
"Can we request a respected elder to guard it?" Xu Fan asked seriously.
"We can only send one, but let me tell you, one is not enough," Ning Dao replied.
"Ah, a great battle is about to start. This truly is a time of turmoil," Xu Fan sighed.
"Brother Ning, is there anything I can help with?" Xu Fan offered. If he didn’t step up now, according to the storyline, he would definitely be taken down in the first wave.
"I need ten Demon Suppressing Stars, five thousand Celestial Watchers, and ten thousand Transformation Stage heavy armor puppets."
"I might not be able to give you that many spirit stones," Ning Dao said.
"Forget the spirit stones; just give me spirit ore," Xu Fan replied.
"I also have a list here, all the magical artifacts needed for battle. I know the Grand Elder has the secret technique to refine magical artifacts for puppets, and I hope you can take this order," Ning Dao requested.
"You provide the spirit ore, and I’ll provide spirit stones at half the market price."
"Then it’s settled. I’ll report the Grand Elder’s contributions truthfully to the Elder Council," Ning Dao said.
"Alright," Xu Fan nodded.
At that moment, in the underground space, the production line that had gathered dust was now fully operational.
After Ning Dao left, Xu Fan looked up at the sky, and a thought suddenly crossed his mind: does the difficulty of survival increase with cultivation?
"Master, should we recall the Second Senior Sister?" Wang Xiangchi asked.
"No need; she has her own matters to attend to," Xu Fan shook his head.
"Grape, summon all the disciples who are traveling outside," Xu Fan commanded.
"Understood."
Just then, a roar erupted from the Hidden Spirit Dao, echoing with the sound of the Transformation God-level giant turtle.
Xu Fan’s expression brightened; it was finally time for it to lay eggs.
The spiritual liquid lake was now churning with massive waves, caused by the pain of the giant turtle.
Xu Fan appeared by the spiritual liquid lake.
"Grape, pour in the Crystal Spiritual Liquid," Xu Fan instructed, sensing the life essence of the giant turtle flowing away.
In the sky, a cascade of green waterfall poured down onto the giant turtle’s head.
The dragon representing water spiritual energy and wood spiritual energy was also integrated by Xu Fan and infused into the giant turtle’s body.
