152 Success (1/2)

Zhao Feng looked at the spoils of war in front of him - blood pills, beast skin map, blood sword. But he didn’t let the Silver Striped Blood Corpse leave immediately and the latter obviously knew Zhao Feng’s meaning.

“These are Blood Essence Pills that have been created from hundreds of cultivators at the 7th rank of the Consolidated Realm or higher, 4 cultivators at the Ascended Realm and tens of different rare plants. It has a certain effect for those under the 3rd Sky of the Ascended Realm. At the same time, it can dissolve the poison in your friends’ bodies.” The Silver Striped Blood Corpse explained.

Zhao Feng looked and saw that there was 4 perfect pills. It was hard to imagine that these tiny little things were created by hundreds of lives, just thinking about it made his heart cold.

“Why didn’t you eat these and recover your strength?’ Zhao Feng asked suspiciously.

The Corpse smiled bitterly: “These Blood Essence Pills only affect those under the 3rd Sky of the Ascended Realm. The Great Lord, I, only needed a few more resources to make the Blood Jade Pills, which were a whole new level better. But now all these are yours.”

Hearing this, Zhao Feng smelled the Blood Essence Pill and he instantly became disdainful: “The refining technique of the Blood Essence Pills is absolutely s***. Although this pill can improve one’s cultivation in a short amount of time, it would cause hidden injuries to the body.”

Zhao Feng was proficient in pill making. Just whiffing and touching the pills alone allowed him to guess the properties.

The Silver Striped Blood Corpse paused. It didn’t think that the troublesome brat in front of him would know how to create pills and mock his refining technique at the same time.

“Ignorant youngster! I didn’t have any items to create these pills. They are extremely good!”

The Silver Striped Blood Corpse had gone almost crazy. When had it ever been mocked by such a brat? Especially when its forte was pill making.

One could create pills without a pill furnace?

Zhao Feng looked at the Silver Striped Blood Corpse with a surprised expression on his face.

“This beast skin map is incomplete, but it has connections to a mysterious treasure. I’ve studied it for tens and tens of years to no avail, so it doesn’t really matter if I give it to you.” The Silver Striped Blood Corpse continued.

Zhao Feng saw that the the map was incomplete and the drawing was like a maze, it was hard to find the real path.

Shua!

His left eye flashed and the contents on the beast skin were copied into his mind.

The last item was the blood coloured broken sword. Just touching the sword lightly made Zhao Feng’s heart feel cold and experience strong killing intent, and that killing intent almost made him lose consciousness.

At the last moment, his left eye gave off a deep, ancient aura which suppressed the killing intent.

“What a terrifying aura.”

Zhao Feng couldn’t estimate what grade the weapon was. The Silver Striped Blood Corpse was slightly disappointed. It didn’t think that Zhao Feng, a youngster only at the 1st Sky of the Ascended Realm, would be able to withstand the aura from a Spiritual weapon.

“It is a broken Spiritual Grade Weapon. When complete, it was near the High grade. But now it’s only a Low grade weapon and it can only be used by those at the True Spirit Realm or higher.”

The Silver Striped Blood Corpse looked unwillingly at the blood coloured sword.

Spiritual Weapon? Near the High grade!?

Zhao Feng was shocked as he now knew what grade the weapon was at. According to what he knew, the Broken Moon Clan did have Spiritual weapons but they were probably only Low grade Spiritual weapons and they were treasured by the Clan.

In this world, items were split into different grades Mortal, Spiritual, Earth and Sky.

Spiritual weapons were technically the highest category weapons that one could see in this continent and they had devastating power.

Xu Ren’s Jinyue Sword was only a Low grade Spiritual weapon, but it increased his battle power dramatically.

The Golden Stairs Bow Zhao Feng had was only a half Mortal weapon. Mortal weapons were treasured weapons and Middle grade or higher weapons couldn’t be found in the markets.

“Unfortunately, it’s a Spiritual weapon… ”

Zhao Feng was slightly regretful and he didn’t have any greed nor joy in his heart. A Spiritual weapon was too high level for him and it was virtually useless. Even if he was able to use it, the sword would probably suck out all his power.

Furthermore, this sword wasn’t simple; it could suck people’s consciousness.

If Zhao Feng had a choice, he would rather choose a whole low grade Mortal weapon or even a Middle grade Mortal weapon instead.

…….

After the spoils of war were gathered, Zhao Feng immediately followed the the Silver Striped Blood Corpse. When the latter walked past Lin Fan and co., a piercing glow shot out of Zhao Feng’s left eye.

The Silver Striped Blood Corpse thought that the power of the ancient bloodline was indeed terrifying; any small move that it made was found out.

It had old injuries as well as new injuries, which made it extremely weak. It was scared that it would be killed by Zhao Feng, so it didn’t make any rash moves.

Zhao Feng followed it until the corpse reached the entrance of the cave.

“Youngster, was this array broken by you?” The Silver Striped Blood Corpse suddenly asked as it saw the broken array outside.

“That’s right, what else do you have to say?”

Facing the Silver Striped Blood Corpse, Zhao Feng still felt a great pressure on him and he didn’t dare let his guard down. The opponent was a monster that had lived for hundred of years and was a Protector in the Scarlet Moon Demonic Religion, which could kill him with a wave of his hands back at its peak.

“Brat, your talent is far too great for your Clan. If you have the interest, you can enter the Scarlet Moon Demonic Religion. I believe that the Religion will once again sweep across the continent… ”

“No thanks, goodbye!”

Zhao Feng cut the Silver Striped Corpses’ words off. But the latter wasn’t surprised at all and it turned into a red figure as it sped out of the cave and merged into the night.

“Zhe zhe… Brat surnamed Zhao, the Great Lord, I, have remembered you.”

Before it left, a wicked laugh sounded.