Cultivation : I'm an Ancient Giant Bear-Chapter 346 - 327: Madam Lu

"Sixth-grade Ruyi Cyan Wood Spirit Pill? Not bad, Senior Brother, you’ve indeed found a promising talent!"

Wang Wu smiled slightly, as he gently touched the flying sword, he had already grasped Wu Yin’Er’s situation thoroughly.

"Haha, Junior Brother, your insight is as sharp as ever. However, you know that to get on the Celestial Pride List, one Ruyi Spirit Pill is not enough. She needs to refine at least one more. I originally came to Yun Ding City to ask Master for two Five Elements Spirit Pills, but unfortunately, Master is not present. Junior Brother, do you have any good suggestions?"

Third Senior Brother Zhenhai asked with great anticipation.

Wang Wu thought seriously for a moment, "There are only two options. One is to cultivate the Earth Spirit Root and condense the Earth Spirit Pill. It’s not necessary to condense a Ruyi Earth Spirit Pill, just something close to it. The Earth Spirit Pill can supplement the Cyan Wood Spirit Pill. If we strengthen other aspects slightly, getting into the top two hundred of the Celestial Pride List won’t be a problem."

"However, it seems you’ve already made a choice. She is already cultivating the Gold Spirit Root, which means she must refine a Ruyi Golden Spirit Root, otherwise, there will be no way out."

"But to be honest, Senior Brother, this approach is too decisive, too harsh. If something goes wrong, the consequences will be severe!"

As soon as Wang Wu finished speaking, Wu Yin’Er was already on her knees, tears streaming down her face, crying: "Uncle, the disciple is willing to bear any risk, my family is destroyed, Wushui City was taken. If I cannot reclaim my ancestors’ foundation and avenge my family, what face do I have to linger in this world? Please, Uncle, fulfill my wish."

Uh, how am I supposed to fulfill this wish?

At this moment, Third Senior Brother Zhenhai gave an awkward laugh, walked over, put his arm around Wang Wu’s shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Junior Brother, to be honest, didn’t you return this time because you also need the Five Elements Spirit Pill?"

"Ah? Oh, so—" Wang Wu suddenly realized, this little girl’s mind is quite sharp.

"Junior Brother, I know it’s difficult for you too, Senior Brother won’t let you be hard done by." Zhenhai continued, then secretly extended three fingers, indicating "three million Fighting Spiritual Qi, only then do you want me to give up the Five Elements Spirit Pill?"

"Wait, how much do you want?"

"Eh, what do you mean how much do you want? Junior Brother, you really are... fine, this time the allocation for the Cloud Cauldron Nine Cities Alliance’s Five Elements Spirit Pill is initially determined to be only nine seventh-grade, sixteen eighth-grade, and three hundred and sixty ninth-grade pills, that’s all. The Nine Cities Alliance divides it amongst themselves, but you know, in fact, over these years, the Cloud Cauldron Nine Cities Alliance has expanded to thirteen cities... In short, Junior Brother, consider this my favor to you."

"Understood, so what you mean is, you want me to withdraw, but you also don’t know how much you can snatch, right? Come on, Senior Brother, you’re the Young City Lord of the East Desolate First City!"

Wang Wu was really curious this time. Are Five Elements Spirit Pills really that hard to refine?

As a Celestial Realm Third-Grade Cultivator of the Human Race, backed by a noble family, with a grandfather who is a First-Grade Great Cultivator, are you kidding me here?

"Ah, my Junior Brother, you are Master’s beloved disciple. You don’t know the hardships of managing the household! In recent decades, because of Xiong Wu and the Snake Emperor, the Immortal Alliance’s management on refining and selling Five Elements Spirit Pills is extremely strict. All Pill Masters are tightly monitored, and they can only be purchased through specialized channels. Compared to the past, would it be this difficult before?"

"I understand, Senior Brother, don’t worry, let’s treat this as a meeting gift for the disciple."

Wang Wu smiled slightly, initially thinking of helping to fine-tune the lifebound flying sword, but now it’s unnecessary.

"Good Junior Brother, don’t worry, I’ll remember this favor for life."

Zhenhai was very excited but shamelessly insisted, "Junior Brother, don’t treat me like an outsider. One matter is one matter, my disciple, your nephew, you must give this meeting gift sincerely."

"Alright!"

Wang Wu sighed with a wry smile, thinking of Yue Mountain’s usual behaviors, indeed he wouldn’t refuse.

Then, after brief contemplation, he pointed a single finger to the ground, tracing gently upwards.

Next, he pointed a finger to the sky, gently drawing downwards, forming two interlocking rings in the void.

This is the starting gesture of the Divine Talisman!

Both with the meaning of inquiring of heaven and earth and a reverence for the way, apologizing for the young presenting clumsy work.

In the Fire Sword’s imprint image, every time Yue Mountain engraves a Divine Talisman, he would do it like this.

Up to this moment, everything was normal, but when Wang Wu pointed with his right hand in the void, it was as if a drum sounded, though there was no actual sound, the onlookers such as Zhenhai, Feng Yang, and Wu Yin’Er felt their hearts shrink. That thud seemed to echo deeply in their souls.

An invisible wind spread to the surroundings, swirling a flurry of peach blossoms and weaving bamboo leaves.

Like a dream, upon a closer look, everything returned to normal.

At this moment, Wang Wu again lightly tapped in the void with his right hand, pointing nine times, truly like a rapid drumbeat, hoofbeats like thunder.

The surrounding people forgot to breathe, feeling like they couldn’t inhale a single breath. If Wang Wu didn’t stop, they might literally suffocate.

Even the originally bright sunlight and blue sky were instantly shrouded in dark clouds, flashing lightning and roaring thunder. In the blink of an eye, torrential rain poured down, and in the next moment, the cold wind howled with snowflakes dancing.

Even those with strength at the Third Grade, like Zhenhai and Feng Yang, felt that their cultivation power was reduced to a joke at this moment, as if they had become leaves in the storm or ants covered by wind and snow.

One pinch, and they would die!

They wanted to cry for help, to flee, but were utterly helpless. At this moment, Wang Wu seemed to have transformed into the power of heaven and earth, controlling the wind, cloud, thunder, and lightning, the four seasons, governing the fate of all beings, life and death all within his thought.