Cultivation Begins with Skill Points-Chapter 265: The Last Key

Zhong Lin consecutively opened four furnaces, turning all four batches of herbs Yin Daoyan brought into elixirs.

There were six Purple Mansion Pills and four Spirit Communication Pills.

Taking one pill from each type was enough to compensate for the value of the four batches of herbs, the rest was pure profit.

It’s said that every Pill Master is a wealthy tycoon, as this method of making money is unattainable for others.

Zhong Lin also tasted a Spirit Communication Pill, and after swallowing it, he entered a peculiar state with the help of its medicinal strength, feeling more attuned to the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi. At a single thought, surging Primordial Qi would come rolling in, enhancing the speed of cultivation threefold, and the entire process lasted a whole day.

This made Zhong Lin even more delighted with the Spirit Communication Pill, as with this kind of elixir, the speed of cultivation would increase several times over.

Agreeing to meet again in six months, everyone left separately, and Zhong Lin didn’t linger, rising into the sky to return to the Purple Cloud Sect.

Instead of going straight back to the sect, he turned towards Purple Cloud City.

The weather was clear, with sunshine everywhere.

At that time, it was still early, and Purple Cloud City was already bustling with life. Shops on the spacious streets had already opened, with men carrying buckets, shouting vendors, playful children, and swift-footed Martial Artists, as if unfolding a slowly unfurling scroll.

Zhong Lin walked among them, casually buying a few steamed cakes from a roadside stall. Skewered on sticks, he ate as he walked, feeling very happy.

It wasn’t long before he arrived in front of a mansion, where the plaque above the door read the golden characters "Zhou Mansion."

Zhou Mansion was located on East Fence Street in Purple Cloud City, with a peaceful environment and auspicious feng shui. The vermilion gates were imposing, and the two stone lions at the doorway were vividly lifelike and imposing.

Zhong Lin glanced at Zhou Mansion in front of him, then looked towards the southeast.

Just two streets away was Wind Willow Alley, the first place he stayed at upon arriving at the Luoxing Islands. At that time, it seemed quite fine, but compared to the Zhou Mansion, it was like a residential apartment compared to a grand scenic villa.

He finished the last bite of the steamed cake in his hand, casually tossing the bamboo stick aside, patting off the crumbs from his hands.

"Is this it? Are you sure?"

"I sensed his location the moment he set foot on Luoxing Island, but he really is arrogant! He probably has found out your identity and intentionally came to Purple Cloud City, perhaps he wants to play a trick right under your nose."

Chen Jia’s voice leisurely came from the Soul Nourishing Ring.

Zhong Lin’s mouth curled slightly into a light smile.

"That might not necessarily be the case; perhaps he wants to get the other pieces of the keys from me!"

"...Does he have a death wish?"

As they were talking, the vermilion gate suddenly opened, and several uniformed Martial Artists stepped out. Behind them was a middle-aged man in elegant attire, arm in arm with two pretty women on either side.

The middle-aged man held the slender waists of the two women, who seemed to hang onto him, playfully making coquettish sounds.

"Master, I have no clothes left in my wardrobe. Let’s go to the Immortal Clothes Pavilion later! I heard there are new arrivals."

The woman in green on the left caressed the middle-aged man’s chest with her palm, continuously acting coquettishly.

The middle-aged man gave the prominent soft backside of the woman in green a firm smack, causing a wave to form.

"Buy it, if you like it, I’ll buy the entire Immortal Clothes Pavilion for you." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Hehehe, the Master is the best."

The woman in green instantly beamed with joy, giving the middle-aged man a heavy kiss on the face.

"Master, I want it too, I want it too."

The woman in red on the right was immediately displeased, clinging to his arm, wiggling continuously, acting cute with her extra two ounces of flesh compared to others.

"Hmph! The Master just bought for you a few days ago, your wardrobe is stuffed, it’s my turn now."

"Who said it’s stuffed, those clothes are already so torn I can’t wear them."

"Torn? How is that possible? Those were woven from the silk of blue light silkworms from the sea, even ordinary swords can’t cut through, how could they be torn?"

"Hehe, you’ll have to ask the Master, as fierce as a hungry tiger at night, tearing my clothes. What, didn’t he do that to you?"

Finishing with a deliberate chest protrusion, revealing a swath of whiteness, it made the woman in green gnash her teeth, wishing she could punch her in anger.

The middle-aged man, who had been watching the show, suddenly narrowed his pupils, his expression slightly changing, although he still managed to suppress it with great willpower, continuing to walk down the street, holding the two women.

Not far away, Zhong Lin smiled faintly, taking in all the expressions of the middle-aged man.

This was recognition.

Indeed, he found the right person.

"Xiang Jian."

Zhong Lin softly uttered the two words.

In the next moment, Xiang Jian channeled Spiritual Origin, and the two women in his arms instantly exploded, turning into a mist of blood.

Under the cover of the blood mist, he transformed into a stream of light, darting into the void.

Indeed, the person in front of him was the sole survivor of the Bloody Ten Thieves, Xiang Jian, who escaped Zhong Lin’s grasp by excelling in Concealing Breath Skill and Water Escape Technique, also holding the last piece of the treasure keys.

Chen Jia had once left a mark on him; he could be detected the moment he landed ashore.

Originally, it was thought it would take years to find him, who knew he surfaced in just a few days, and in Purple Cloud City, right under Zhong Lin’s nose.

It’s hard to tell if he’s just brazenly bold or attempting a hidden trick?

It’s a pity, though marked by Chen Jia, he was like a bright lamp on a dark night, no matter how well hidden.

Ignoring the disturbance on the streets already in chaos, Zhong Lin took a step, and with a sword light enveloping him, his figure disappeared instantly.

As Xiang Jian flew at high speed, he suddenly saw a figure appear beside him. When he recognized the face, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest, and his face was filled with fear.

"No..."

Smack!

With a clear snap, Xiang Jian only saw a palm zooming in his vision. Then, he was struck with great force, sent spiraling down from the void into the ground.

Ugh!

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Xiang Jian crawled out arduously from the massive humanoid pit, nearly all of his bones shattered.

The flesh of a Spirit Sea Realm Martial Artist wasn’t as robust as imagined, especially with Zhong Lin’s helping slap, it was miraculous to survive at all.

Seeing Zhong Lin descending from above, Xiang Jian trembled, taking a jade token from his Storage Bracelet.

"I’m willing to offer up the key, I beg the elder to spare my life."

An unusual glimmer flashed in Zhong Lin’s eyes, as he teased, "I thought you might hold out longer, perhaps refusing to yield even unto death."

"Cough, cough..."

Xiang Jian coughed out more blood, his voice trembling, "The elder jests, I only ask that the elder spare my worthless life for the sake of the key."