328: Chapter 326: Mine Treasure 328: Chapter 326: Mine Treasure The two appeared to be around thirty years old, looking very young, but judging from the Sea Expansion Realm aura emanating from their bodies, their age was clearly far more than a hundred years.
Between the black stone floor of the old pavilion, there were faint traces of blood.
A young man in black, with his sleeve dripping with fresh blood, sat there with a sowhat somber and pale face, looking unfriendly.
The old pavilion was already crowded, yet he sat alone in the highest seat, with no one approaching within half a ter of him.
Only when the dicinal soup on the bonfire began to boil did soone pour a bowl and offer it to him with so flattering respect.
To others, this young man might seem just that, but his cultivation had reached the grand completion of the Sea Expansion Peak, making him the strongest and highest in realm among the seven.
Thus, the rest implicitly looked to him as the leader.
Holding the bowl of steaming hot dicinal soup in one hand, he didn’t mind the heat and drained it in one gulp, and soon soone took the empty bowl from him.
Mou Chen wiped the dicinal residue from the corner of his mouth, looking at the string of ghostly blue beads under the eaves, which finally cracked with a “snap” amidst the swaying of the wind.
The sound was slight, yet it made everyone’s heart in the pavilion sink.
They exchanged glances, with each person bearing varying degrees of injuries.
The seven weren’t from the sa sect but had co together due to discovering a Ghost Crystal Vein in Ghost Mountain.
Ghost Crystal was a very rare mineral, especially useful for cultivators.
Ground into powder and mixed with ink, it could be used in Dao Talismans and magic arrays, greatly enhancing their power.
A few well-funded cultivators typically had one or two protective talismans embedded with Ghost Crystal power.
Such a mineral was essential in establishing a sect, and mining this vein today could bring considerable profits to their sects.
Thus, the seven made an agreent to cooperate temporarily, secure the vein, and then distribute it.
However, such valuable veins usually ca guarded by perilous creatures.
Throughout the mining process, they were all exceedingly cautious and ticulous, which inevitably slowed their progress.
Mou Chen was not only outstanding in cultivation but also proud, following an unusual path in his cultivation of spiritual power.
He was a Body Cultivation Martial Artist, having cultivated a robust Xuanhuang inner strength, immune to yin power.
He believed that no spirit in Ghost Mountain could trouble him, hence he acted without the usual precautions.
Unexpectedly, the guardian of this vein was an adult Corpse Demon Wolf, with an immortal undead body.
Caught off guard, Mou’s wrist was broken, corporeal poison flooded in, temporarily rendering his arm useless like a severed limb, significantly diminishing his strength.
And wolves, being social creatures, lived in packs.
Their group, not yet finished mining, found themselves surrounded by a pack of Corpse Demon Wolves.
This Cold Pavilion was not an old relic of the mountain, but a Spiritual Artifact transford from a defensive treasure owned by Mou Chen.
Spiritual Artifacts were extrely rare, typically only possessed by inner disciples of first-rate Immortal Sects who perford exceptionally well.
Although Wanxiang Sect lagged slightly behind the first-rate Immortal Sect forces in the early years, having been worshipped by the minor kingdoms in the southeast, its resources were undoubtedly substantial.
With the rise of talented Body Cultivation heroes in recent years, the sect had developed to be comparable to the lower tiers of first-rate Immortal Sect forces.
Mou Chen, having significant status within the sect and participating in the grand competition, was thus bestowed a damaged Spiritual Artifact by an elder.
Now, they relied on Mou Chen’s defensive Spiritual Artifact to fend off the assaults of the Corpse Demon Wolf pack.
With Mou Chen’s strength, coupled with the group’s collective effort, it was not difficult to break through the encirclent.
However, having been poisoned by the Corpse Demon Wolf and with a damaged arm, he needed so ti to recover.
The Cold Pavilion was sowhat damaged, and the magic array was incomplete, making it difficult to deter the pack.
The only solution was to use the Ghost Crystals to repair the damaged sections.
Unfortunately, none of the seven knew the art ofApp artifact refining, so the Ghost Crystal could not fully integrate with the Cold Pavilion, leading to significant depletion.
Within a single night, all the hastily gathered crystals were used up.
The cracking sound ant that the Ghost Crystal could no longer sustain the magic array’s consumption.
Mou Chen being the strongest, was everyone’s last hope.
So, in the second half of the night, one person would be chosen from among the seven to brave the mining cave to continue gathering crystals and sustain the defensive magic array.
The Corpse Demon Wolves couldn’t fly, so as long as one could control the sword to fly swiftly into the mining cave, with a bit of luck, they might be able to gather a few more crystals.
However, as the seven were not of the sa heart or sectapon, they took turns mining.
Mou Chen’s physical condition was exceedingly robust, and with dical treatnt, he could expel the toxins from his body and restore his arm’s strength in just a day and a night.
However, only half a night had passed so far.
“Whose turn is it?” Mou Chen looked around at everyone, his gaze sowhat distant and arrogant, as he was the temporary leader of this group.
Everyone looked at each other, finally turning their eyes toward the young girl who was by the fire, adding wood and stewing dicine.
It was strange that one could enter the Inner City of Ghost Mountain and beco an exam ‘Guest Elder Cultivator’ as most were of the Sea Expansion Realm_dept.
Yet, this girl had barely broken through to the Kaiyuan Realm, and her actual age was honestly just twenty.
Sensing the cold and indifferent gazes of the others, the girl’s arm stiffened while adding wood, her complexion gradually turning pale.
Everyone understood that a junior in the Kaiyuan Realm could hardly survive the poison-laced fangs of a pack of Corpse Demon Wolves.
While Corpse Demon Wolves couldn’t fly, their bellies could brew poison liquid, spewing bone-corroding poison darts from their mouths capable of reaching as far as a hundred ters.
In the perilous Ghost Mountain, one had to fly low to mine, making it extrely dangerous.
Having just grasped the basic principles of Sword Flight, neither her agility nor her spiritual power supply was nearly sufficient to keep her alive.
Understanding is one thing, but empathy is another.
The process of mining was perilous, and if one could stay in a relatively safe position by leveraging others’ sacrifices, they found it very unfair.
Mou Chen’s gaze was mockingly light.
Clearly, he could change the situation, but he chose to remain silent, rely observing coldly.
The atmosphere in the Cold Pavilion grew tense for a long ti, and no one spoke.
Yet, they all tacitly waited for the girl to stand up.
The girl, dressed in a blue and white Daoist robe, bit her lip, her expression sowhat aggrieved, but she still stood up, lowered her head, and silently walked towards the pavilion’s exit.
The young man from Jingyang Sect’s expression changed, ignoring the discouraging look from the woman beside him, and stepped in front of her, his voice low, “Li Jiujiu, are you mute?
They are clearly bullying you, why don’t you say anything?”
Li Jiujiu raised her stubborn and bright eyes, looking at the man, and said, “Zhang Yaotang, get out of my way.”
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