In the Spirit Field, though so Spirit Farrs shouted fiercely, there were few who truly dared to stand guard at night.
Zhou Changwang pulled Zhou Qiankun, who truly wanted to stay and keep watch, away, not caring whether the others would be willing to stay or not.
The so-called "If you have grain in hand, you won’t panic in your heart."
He still had over a hundred Lower-Grade Spirit Stones on him, so he wouldn’t risk himself for the Spirit Grain Rice in the Spirit Field, which was worth at most a hundred and fifty Lower-Grade Spirit Stones.
However, under his father’s suggestion, he did set up a few scarecrows in the Spirit Field, which might not frighten others but could effectively drive away so birds and beasts.
...
Night fell.
Zhou Changwang entered his room, almost impatiently taking out a black cloth bag.
This cloth bag was none other than the Storage Bag his father had given him.
Because he was busy with matters in the Spirit Field during the day, even though he kept thinking about it, he didn’t dare really take it out to erase the Spiritual Power mark within.
Now in his own room, he had no more worries.
With a thought, the Spiritual Power within him moved under his control, slowly pouring into the Storage Bag.
Ssssss...
Simultaneously, within the Storage Bag, the alien Spiritual Power was quickly triggered, transforming into a ball of Spiritual Light, stubbornly guarding the Storage Bag, resisting the impact of Zhou Changwang’s Spiritual Power.
The two collided instantly, quickly engaging each other, consuming each other.
Like two grinding stones colliding, mutually extinguishing each other.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths...
"No wonder it’s the Spiritual Power mark of a Qi Refining Fifth Level master; it’s too tenacious and concentrated.
Even though it’s just a small cluster, it requires to expend a large amount of Spiritual Power to extinguish it."
Zhou Changwang marveled.
No wonder the mid-stage Qi Refining masters have such a huge advantage over early-stage cultivators.
Besides everything else, just the degree of concentration of Spiritual Power proves everything.
The sa Magic, when displayed with such concentrated Spiritual Power, naturally has incomparable power.
For example, the Fireball Technique mastered by Zhou Changwang.
The Entry Level Fireball Technique, when unleashed by him, could only form a fireball the size of a sea bowl, needing further Spiritual Power injection to slowly grow larger.
When it hit the ground, it could only create a small pit and slightly char the surface.
But if perford by a Qi Refining Fifth Level cultivator, the fireball would be as big as a millstone, crashing onto the ground, like a firestone rolling into magma, while simultaneously causing secondary burns around.
Not to ntion other more powerful magics.
Hence, Zhou Changwang’s Spiritual Power consumption was considerable.
Just a stick of incense, and it’s exhausted, while the Spiritual Power mark within the Storage Bag only dimd slightly.
Seeing this, Zhou Changwang was not disappointed.
Although the cluster of Spiritual Power marks was dense, it was ultimately rootless, and without replenishnt, it would eventually be worn out and exhausted.
Thus, Zhou Changwang imdiately sat cross-legged and started practicing the Five Elents Technique to recover the Spiritual Power.
Then he noticed the difference now that his Five Elents Technique reached Small Success level.
"If the Mastery level of the Five Elents Technique can make my cultivation efficiency equivalent to that of upper-class Five Elents Spirit Root cultivator, then now at Small Success level, my cultivation efficiency is directly comparable to lower or even middle-tier four-attribute Spirit Root."
Zhou Changwang sighed.
Even if this taphor wasn’t too apt.
After all, he wasn’t a four-attribute Spirit Root cultivator, unable to truthfully experience the efficiency of a four-attribute Spirit Root.
But he understood that his cultivation speed had indeed increased, and compared to before, it was more than doubled.
Thus, after just two circulations, all the Spiritual Power within him was restored.
Then he continued using his own Spiritual Power to wear away the Spiritual Power mark in the Storage Bag.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
When the Spiritual Power was exhausted again, he started ditating once more.
Repeating.
When he directed his Spiritual Power into the Storage Bag for the fifth ti.
Boom~!
Finally, he felt his heart spirit relax.
The cluster of Spiritual Power marks had been completely worn away by him.
And his Spiritual Power quickly circulated within the Storage Bag, leaving behind a unique Spiritual Power mark in a rune array within the Storage Bag.
"Finally, it opened."
Zhou Changwang couldn’t help but feel excited.
Imdiately, he explored the treasures within the Storage Bag with his heart spirit.
"Spirit Stones, so many Spirit Stones.
Three hundred and twenty Lower-Grade Spirit Stones, besides these few with obviously higher Spiritual Energy intensity are Middle-Grade Spirit Stones?"
Zhou Changwang directly took all the Spirit Stones out.
And noticed imdiately, among them, three Spirit Stones were not only much darker in color but had stronger Spiritual Energy intensity.
Of course, the biggest difference was the weight.
If a typical Lower-Grade Spirit Stone weighed one hundred grams, two liang, then Middle-Grade Spirit Stones weighed one thousand grams, around twenty liang, ten tis heavier.
Of course, this doesn’t an the Spiritual Qi within Middle-Grade Spirit Stones is ten tis that of Lower-Grade Spirit Stones; rather, due to compression density, it can reach several dozen to hundreds of tis.
"Three Middle-Grade Spirit Stones, if each Middle-Grade Spirit Stone is equivalent to a hundred Lower-Grade Spirit Stones, that’s three hundred Lower-Grade Spirit Stones.
Then, just the number of Spirit Stones in this Storage Bag is six hundred and twenty?
Adding my own original one hundred and sixty pieces makes seven hundred and eighty Lower-Grade Spirit Stones?"
Zhou Changwang gathered all the Spirit Stones he owned, looking at a large pile of Spirit Stones emitting a glowing light, feeling a sense of unreality in his heart.
Am I this wealthy?
This is just Spirit Stones.
Besides, there were talismans, Spirit Pills, several Spiritual Materials, so unused Talisman Paper, one or two pieces of unknown material ore...
"Wait, what’s this?"
Suddenly, Zhou Changwang’s body shook.
With a thought, he retrieved an object from the Storage Bag.
It was a sword.
Short Sword! Small Sword!
Pale cyan throughout, yet thin as wings, without a hilt, only a blade, with faint runes densely scattered across, double-edged, with a sharp-looking tip, catching eyes with a chill gleam.
"Magical Artifact?
Is this a Magical Artifact?
Magical Artifact Flying Sword!"
Zhou Changwang’s breath suddenly quickened.
In fact, he had wondered previously whether a Magical Artifact might be hidden in the Storage Bag.
But upon hearing from his father that Zhang Fenghua’s personal Magical Artifact was destroyed by the Ice and Fire Two-headed Wolf, he lowered his expectations.
Yet unexpectedly, there did hide a Magical Artifact in the Storage Bag, and it turned out to be an attack-type Magical Artifact, a Magical Artifact Flying Sword.
At this mont, his joy was truly beyond words.
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