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Gan Hong raised his hand and took out two jade boxes, handing them to Song Wen.
"Young friend, I happen to have Mysterious Spirit Ginseng and Warbling Flowers here."
Song Wen took the two jade boxes and opened them. Inside each box were ten plants of the respective spiritual herbs, Mysterious Spirit Ginseng and Warbling Flowers.
A look of delight appeared on his face as he spoke.
"Thank you, Senior! Now I can finally report back to my teacher. Senior Gan, how much should I pay for these twenty herbs?"
Gan Hong shook his head.
"These herbs are a gift for your teacher, a token of my respect. No need to pay any spirit stones."
Song Wen looked alard.
"How can this be? These herbs are of considerable value; how could I accept them? If my teacher finds out, he will surely scold ."
Gan Hong said, "In that case, you can pay two thousand spirit stones."
Song Wen nodded and quickly took out two thousand spirit stones, handing them to Gan Hong.
Ten Mysterious Spirit Ginseng and ten Warbling Flowers for just two thousand spirit stones- this was incredibly cheap.
Although both were third-tier spiritual herbs, their prices varied greatly.
The Mysterious Spirit Ginseng was valued at around two thousand spirit stones per plant.
The Warbling Flower, though cheaper, still cost four to five hundred spirit stones per plant.
Gan Hong took the spirit stones and handed Song Wen a jade token.
"This is the Treasure Conference's access token. On the tenth day of each month, you can use this token to participate in the conference."
"Thank you, Senior."
Gan Hong nodded and turned to leave.
Watching Gan Hong's departing figure, Song Wen couldn't help but feel a hint of doubt in his
heart.
Could it be that he was overthinking things?
Perhaps Gan Hong's sudden kindness was just a genuine attempt to befriend a third-tier alchemist, with no ill intentions?
Having obtained the herbs he needed, Song Wen packed up his stall and began to wander through the other booths.
Most of the items on display were second-tier spiritual items, few of which caught Song Wen's interest.
Until he saw a booth that was empty, with a wooden board beside it that read:
Seeking a solution for the corpse transformation caused by the Corpse qi entering the body. The reward is one top-grade spirit stone, or an equivalent rare spiritual item.
The booth's owner was a young female cultivator, her face covered with a thin veil.
The veil seed ordinary, but in fact, it was a magical item that concealed the woman's face and cultivation level.
The generous reward attracted many cultivators to stop by, including so Golden Core cultivators.
After obtaining the young female cultivator's permission, many cultivators probed her body, but all of them frowned and shook their heads, turning away.
...
Recently, Xing Xinxin had been feeling very frustrated.
Her body's corpse transformation had beco increasingly severe.
A few days ago, feeling desperate, she sought out her uncle, Xing Gaohan.
She asked Xing Gaohan to step in and force the old monster Yin Shuo to reveal a solution to the corpse transformation.
When Xing Gaohan learned that his only legitimate daughter had been secretly manipulated by the old monster Yin Shuo and had been cultivating demonic techniques, he was furious.
Moreover, in order to conceal the matter, Yin Shuo had even given Xing Xinxin a magical item to hide the Corpse qi energy from her body.
Xing Gaohan was enraged.
After investigating her condition, he confird that it was impossible to remove the corpse energy from her body using external help. The only way to address it was through demonic
techniques.
His cold gaze, like a drawn sword, stared at Xing Xinxin.
"I will contact the old monster Yin Shuo, but since he led you to cultivate demonic techniques, he must have so ulterior motive. He probably won't easily reveal a solution for
the corpse transformation. Be prepared."
After saying this, Xing Gaohan used his magic to send his daughter out of his residence.
Xing Xinxin returned to her cave, where she waited for several days, but there was no word from her uncle.
Unwilling to wait and die, she sent her subordinates to inquire about any solutions for the corpse transformation.
Upon learning of the Treasure Conference, she figured that most of the participants were outstanding cultivators among the loose cultivators. With their diverse thods, she hoped to find a solution, so she decided to personally attend.
However, after several Golden Core loose cultivators and more than twenty Foundation Establishnt cultivators had investigated, they all claid to be powerless to help.
This made Xing Xinxin's mood even heavier, as if a giant stone was pressing down on her.
She suddenly realized that the hope she had held onto earlier seed so absurd and
laughable.
Even her father, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was powerless against the corpse transformation, so how could this group of loose cultivators solve it?
"Fellow Daoist, may I try?"
A voice suddenly rang in her ears.
Xing Xinxin raised her head, and her gaze landed on a man wearing an iron mask.
Although she had lost all hope, she still lifted her hand and extended it toward the masked
man.
Song Wen placed a finger on Xing Xinxin's wrist.
Because Xing Xinxin wore a veil as a magical item to conceal her aura, probing her condition
required physical contact.
A faint trace of spiritual power flowed from Song Wen's finger, invading Xing Xinxin's body.
As the power deepened, Xing Xinxin's cultivation and spiritual energy circulation gradually
beca clearer in Song Wen's mind.
At that mont, Song Wen's heart trembled slightly.
He looked at Xing Xinxin with an odd expression.
The technique Xing Xinxin was cultivating was the Corpse King Blood Refining Technique,
and she had already reached the peak of Foundation Establishnt.
After a few breaths, Song Wen withdrew his finger.
The situation inside Xing Xinxin's body was exactly the sa as his own corpse
transformation had been back then, only much more severe than what he had experienced.
Back then, Song Wen had used a Hollow Cicada Wood to temporarily suppress his corpse transformation.
But Xing Xinxin's cultivation was a thousand tis greater than his own back then.
Consequently, the extent of the Corpse qi's invasion into her body was also a thousand tis
worse.
In this situation, external forces could no longer suppress the progress of her body's transformation into a corpse.
The only solution was to cultivate the complete Corpse King Blood Refining Technique, which
would allow her to truly refine the Corpse qi within her body, mastering it and achieving a
perfect fusion of the Corpse qi and her physical form.
"Sorry, I am also powerless."
Song Wen said these words, shook his head, and turned to leave.
Upon hearing Song Wen's words, Xing Xinxin, whose heart had long been numb, felt no
reaction at all.
She didn't even pay attention to Song Wen leaving.
Song Wen toured all the booths, but finding nothing of interest, he bid farewell to Tian Zhou
and left the Treasure Conference early.
At the Treasure Conference, Xing Xinxin found no clues about a solution to the corpse
transformation. She mounted her flying sword and headed toward Fang City.
As she passed a mountain peak three miles from the Treasure Conference, a figure suddenly
shot out from the forest below.
The newcor was fully cloaked in a black robe, with a restrained aura, and Xing Xinxin could
not sense any of their cultivation level.
She imdiately beca highly alert.
"Who are you, and why are you blocking my path?"
"Fellow Daoist, I an no harm. I'm waiting for you here because I can solve the problem of
your body's corpse transformation."
The person was, of course, Song Wen.
The reason he didn't reveal this at the Treasure Conference was that he feared the matter of
the corpse transformation would attract too much attention, potentially revealing the
identity of Wu Sheng to those with ulterior motives.
The identity of Wu Sheng still had its use for Song Wen and could not be abandoned for now.
Xing Xinxin did not relax her vigilance upon hearing Song Wen's words.
She stared at him intently, her eyes showing a flash of surprise, but also mixed with doubt and
caution.
"How do you know about my body's corpse transformation? Are you one of the participants of
the Treasure Conference?"
At the Treasure Conference, more than fifty cultivators had probed her physical condition.
She quickly began to recall the appearances of these people in her mind.
However, none of them matched the appearance of the person before her.
(End of the Chapter)
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