Chapter 451: Nice Profi (2/2)

“A 900-year is same as a fifth to sixth-level, so 1,000 stones.”

“As for a millennium beast soul, 10,000 spirit stones is required.”

Beast souls were normally refined into the body to increase its power. However, the older didn’t necessarily mean better. If the beast soul was much stronger than the cultivator, forcefully inserting it into the body could end with an implosion.

For Feng Feiyun, he needed to pick weaker best souls in order to finish his physique within five days. Weaker souls required less refinement time.

‘Just five days, I must finish the physique in five days in order to boost my fighting capability to have a better chance at the royal sacred ground.’ Feiyun thought to himself.

“I want one hundred 700-year beast souls and one thousand four hundred and forty-four 600-year beast souls. You must deliver them to the eastern Feng Mansion within two days.”

Other places couldn’t come up with so many beast souls but the Yin Gou Ward definitely could.

The manager in the soul palace was astounded. That’s the demon’s son for you, completely eccentric.

He was a bit suspicious but didn’t pry any further. He took out a golden abacus and did some calculation before smiling: “Young Noble Feng, the total is 1,722 True Mysterious Spirit Stones. Will you pay now or after delivery?”

“Now, of course. How can I not trust your ward?” Feiyun smiled and waved his sleeve, releasing 1,722 spirit stones.

The manager laughed like crazy before ordering armored cultivators to take the stone into the treasury. This was a big transaction and could be more than some yearly revenue.

Feiyun slightly rubbed the Infinite Spirit Ring. This ring was strange and had something to do with his azure vessel. Back in the ghost village, it was also stimulated by the white jade vessel. One diagram nearly flew out.

Such an item couldn’t be a simple first-ranked spirit treasure.

“This ring is quite tough. I can’t damage it even with my current cultivation but its spirituality is lacking, that’s why it is only a first-ranked spirit treasure.”

The ring used to be a pseudo spirit treasure but Feiyun sealed the spirituality of a broken treasure into the ring, allowing it to reach first-ranked.

He speculated that it used to be a mature artifact with immense power. Later on, because of a certain tribulation or disaster, its spirituality disappeared completely, even the main spirit within.

“Maybe it’ll reach second-ranked if I seal an 800-year beast soul into it.” Feiyun had this idea much earlier but he was too weak before. Thus, he couldn’t hunt beasts of this level so he gave up on it.

Feiyun asked: “How many 800-year beast souls do you have?”

This manager already considered Feiyun to be a wealthy customer so he smiled and said: “173 souls, does Young Lord Feng want to buy them?”

Feiyun nodded.

“Very well, I’ll take you over then.” The excited manager replied.

Each 800-year beast soul was worth 100 stones. Some powerful ones could be sold for up to 300 stones. This was the reason for the manager’s excitement.

Feiyun picked out three of them, a “Golden-fur Elephant”, “Frenetic Grand Eagle”, and “Ancient Glaring Eye”.

The first two were only one hundred stones each. The third had the bloodline of the ancient sacred beast, Glaring Eye, so Feiyun needed to spend 500 stones on it.

Raising a spirit treasure's rank was very dangerous with a low probability so Feiyun bought three souls for a total of 700 stones.

When he got out of the ward, it was already late. The sun was hanging over the western canopy.

Feiyun was holding an expensive White-mist Flower that he bought from the ward and climbed up the carriage.

The driver, Ma Fang, had been silently following Feiyun and assumed his position as well. He became more respectful than before: “Young Lord, are we returning to the Feng Mansion now?”

“No, to Southern Sky Temple, I’m meeting a friend.” Feiyun smiled and said.

Ma Fang was a quiet one and moved the carriage along the intersection with great speed.

“A Divine Consort, Ji Lingxuan. A beauty in the temple shone by the moonlight like a peach blossom.” Feiyun smirked and couldn’t help but recite a poem while gently touching the White-mist Flower.