Chapter 698

Chapter 698: Blind Box

Qianling Sect is nestled among the mountains, with its core area completely encircled by several mountain ranges.

At this moment, the disciples of Qianling Sect, having finished their morning training, spotted a black shadow in the distance, slowly descending toward the ground like a floating small island.

Not far from Qianling Sect, there was a vast valley that could perfectly accommodate the entire Hidden Spirit Island.

As Hidden Spirit Island trembled, it finally settled into this valley.

At this time, all the disciples on Hidden Spirit Island began to cheer.

It felt as though they had been cooped up for months, and now they could finally go out.

“Grape, give the disciples a few days off. Let them go wherever they want to play; they must be eager to get out after being stuck in the Extreme Void Domain,” Xu Fan said with a smile.

“Understood, I’ll send out the notice right now.”

Before long, all the Hidden Spirit Sect Disciples received the news of their vacation, followed by another round of cheers.

To facilitate this, the sect opened a teleportation formation leading to Qianling Immortal City, transporting them within a hundred-mile range of the city.

“Grand Elder, if our two sects’ disciples are going to fully interact, should we set up an area for rewards like last time so they can communicate freely?” Xu Fan asked, having learned from Grape that this was how it was done before.

“Let’s do that. Shouldn’t the rewards be a bit higher this time?” the Grand Elder of Qianling Sect replied with a smile.

“Would a Dao tool be good enough?”

“How about a celestial tool? Let’s have each sect offer one celestial tool as rewards for the outstanding disciples.”

The Grand Elder of Qianling Sect said as he took out an enormous hammer, a celestial tool.

“What type of celestial tool does the Grand Elder want?” Xu Fan asked, looking at the hammer and thinking there must be a catch.

“How about a sword?” the Grand Elder of Qianling Sect said cheerfully.

Before long, a puppet brought a sword box to Xu Fan.

He gently opened it to reveal a deep blue celestial sword.

“The sword’s name is: Extreme Cold. I hope the Grand Elder is satisfied,” Xu Fan asked with a smile.

“Very good, I guess I got a bargain from you, Grand Elder,” the Grand Elder of Qianling Sect replied.

“It seems a very impressive disciple has emerged in Qianling Sect; otherwise, the Grand Elder wouldn’t be this confident,” Xu Fan chuckled.

“Haha, they can’t compare to the outstanding talents of Hidden Spirit Sect.”

“How does the Grand Elder want to reward these two celestial tools?” Xu Fan asked.

“Our two sects mostly have disciples at the Core Formation stage and in Combining Bodies. How about we reward the best disciples from these two realms?” the Grand Elder of Qianling Sect suggested after thinking for a moment.

“No problem~”

The two continued to discuss the details, and then the Grand Elder of Qianling Sect took his leave.

“Grape, have there been any outstanding disciples at Qianling Sect in recent years?” Xu Fan asked curiously.

Celestial tools aren’t given away lightly, so he must have complete confidence to offer one as a reward.

“The database shows nothing new; it’s all information about the previous disciples of Qianling Sect,” Grape replied.

“Seems like there’s quite a hidden depth to this,” Xu Fan said while stroking his chin.

At this moment, many Hidden Spirit Sect Disciples arrived in Qianling Immortal City, carrying large amounts of spirit stones, eager to spend.

Han Feiyu and Shadow Spike walked together through the most bustling part of Hidden Spirit Island.

“It’s been a while since we left the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake. Have you thought about that Iron Maiden of yours?” Shadow Spike asked with a grin.

Han Feiyu simply rolled his eyes at Shadow Spike and walked ahead.

“Don’t get mad; I’m just curious. What’s not to like about her?” Shadow Spike pressed, catching up to him.

Seeing Shadow Spike’s persistence, Han Feiyu turned into a nearby shop.

The shopkeeper, spotting potential customers, hurried over to greet them.

“Welcome, dear guests!” the shopkeeper said warmly.

Han Feiyu glanced around and noticed only ordinary magical artifacts and spirit pills, their quality inferior to the practice works of his fellow Hidden Spirit Sect disciples.

“What’s your specialty here? Don’t bother explaining the artifacts and pills,” Han Feiyu said casually, only buying something to shut Shadow Spike up.

“Friends, our specialty is the Blind Box space rings,” the shopkeeper said with a sly smile. His shop was the kind that rarely opened, but when it did, it made a killing.

“Blind Box space rings? Tell me more,” Han Feiyu said, intrigued.

“Our trade spans the entire cultivation world. These space rings and the beast race’s empty bones are all obtained through legitimate means. They’re sealed beforehand, and no one else has seen them.”

“The basic space rings cost 500,000 spirit stones, while the advanced ones cost 2 million. You might even find artifact-level treasures, or even celestial tool-level Spiritual Treasures,” the shopkeeper said enticingly.

The two were led into a special hall filled with sealed space rings and empty bones from the beast race.

“You think I’ll fall for this old trick, shopkeeper?” Shadow Spike scoffed. Only a fool would buy these.

“Give me 10 of the advanced ones,” Han Feiyu said, handing over a small pouch containing two thousand advanced spirit stones.

“Junior Brother, even if you’ve got spirit stones, don’t waste them like this. You’d be better off treating me to a big meal,” Shadow Spike protested loudly.

“I feel lucky today; maybe I’ll find something good,” Han Feiyu replied, selecting ten space rings from the large tray the shopkeeper provided.

He began inspecting them one by one.

Han Feiyu’s eyes lit up as he pulled out an artifact-level Spiritual Sword from one of the rings. Its radiant aura suggested it was of high quality.

Shadow Spike, standing beside him, stared wide-eyed at the artifact-level Spiritual Sword.

“There really is an artifact!” Shadow Spike exclaimed in disbelief.

The shopkeeper nearby chimed in with congratulations.

Even if the rest of the rings didn’t yield another artifact, Han Feiyu had already broken even.

The shopkeeper’s expression showed a hint of surprise.

Shadow Spike, meanwhile, pulled out his own artifact short sword, silently hoping to upgrade it.

“Shopkeeper, give me 10 more,” Shadow Spike said through gritted teeth.

Han Feiyu chuckled at his friend’s determination.

Unfortunately, Shadow Spike’s ten space rings only contained ordinary magical artifacts, spirit pills, and some spirit ore, totaling less than 500,000 spirit stones.

Shadow Spike’s face fell as he realized he’d taken a huge loss.

“I have a feeling if you pick ten more, you might get something good,” Han Feiyu teased.

“Shopkeeper, give me ten more,” Shadow Spike said, now fully committed.

“This time, my friend, you’re bound to find something good,” the shopkeeper said with a smile, presenting another tray of space rings and empty bones.

“Whether I feast or starve depends on this,” Shadow Spike muttered.

One by one, the rings were opened, and Shadow Spike’s expression grew darker with each disappointment.

When only one ring remained, Han Feiyu picked it up with a grin. “I feel lucky; maybe I can help you find something good.”