I Have A Cultivation World

The Bai family is indeed the wealthiest cultivation immortal family in Jian Country.

Chen Mobai, looking at the ten transparent, extraordinary high-grade Spirit Stones in his storage bag, finally felt relieved regarding one matter.

With these, at least the energy source needed for the Armor of Nothingness to condense Pure Yang Purple Qi would suffice for this year.

However, Bai Dingxian also revealed that this was all the Bai family had.

He further suggested, if Chen Mobai needed more high-grade Spirit Stones in future, he should go to the Eastern Yi Territory. Large-scale Spirit Stone Mines over there meant high-grade Spirit Stones were not as precious as they are in the Eastern Wilderness.

Chen Mobai agreed verbally but committed himself to not leave the Eastern Wilderness until he reached the Core Formation stage. Ideally, he wouldn’t even step outside the confines of Divine Wood Sect.

The ambush at the White Moon Market didn’t threaten him this time, even turning into a boon for him, but that was because the enemies didn’t know of his rapid progress.

If he didn’t happen upon the opportunity provided by the Divine Tree Secret Realm, he would have been just an Early-Stage Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator. Yuan Hongyuan and his four companions could easily have killed him multiple times.

He had become too comfortable in recent years.

He had forgotten his early lessons from the Southstream Market, where he was almost killed by the South Mountain Thieves. He needed to recall those times and learn from them.

As Chen Mobai reflected on this, his hand dabbed the slim Talisman Brush with ink, and he marked the last Spiritual Pattern on the Space Talisman placed on the table.

The moment his brush stroke landed, the originally unremarkable talisman paper instantly lit up with the twinkling of pattern lines, like electricity flowing through a newly activated circuit, looking absolutely splendid in the cabin.

It was a pity that no one else could witness his exquisite talisman-making technique, mainly because the Space Talismans were from the Celestial Sect, and it was inappropriate to let Zhuo Ming know about this.

Usually, when Chen Mobai painted talismans, he always called Zhuo Ming over to learn by watching his refined skills under the pretext of grinding ink. This was his way of teaching her both verbally and practically.

Zhuo Ming felt overwhelmingly grateful for this.

In the Eastern Wilderness, it was extraordinarily rare to find a master like Chen Mobai who was willing to patiently teach with hands-on guidance.

Most people, after becoming disciples, were made to work hard for a few years before their loyalty and merit could be recognized by their masters. Then they would be allowed to handle the most basic talisman paper or learn the basics of talisman ink making.

Having access to extensive knowledge of the Hundred Arts of Cultivation Immortal right from the beginning was a privilege reserved for designated successors or blood relatives.

Yet, even in such cases, the masters only guided them until the door; for further progress and learning, disciples were left to their own devices.

As for a Master as patient as Chen Mobai, Zhuo Ming felt that she must have worshipped her ancestors continuously for a lifetime to merit his guidance in this life.

Therefore, every time Chen Mobai painted talismans and asked her to grind ink or pass him the brush, Zhuo Ming considered it a great honor.

Not just her, Luo Yixuan also envied this privilege and was recently working hard to master the art of talisman-making. She hoped to replace Zhuo Ming as the designated disciple at Chen Mobai’s side helping him prepare calligraphy.

Too bad her talent in talisman-making was mediocre at best; it appeared she had little hope.

Chen Mobai, naturally unaware of his young apprentice’s intentions, praised her for finding something to keep herself busy whilst waiting for the Foundation Building Pills after reaching Qi Cultivation Perfection.

Space Talismans were extremely simple to use. Once activated, they could erase divine sense traces left on any object.

Having seen Wu Shangru use it once before, Chen Mobai understood it clearly.

After a wisp of cyan smoke, the storage bag of the Core Formation Ghost Cultivator was completely accessible to him.

Filled with anticipation, Chen Mobai gently tipped the bag over.

With a “thud,” the Lotus Lamp that he was so familiar with fell onto the wooden table, making a dull sound.

“So it was actually bought by him.”

Chen Mobai was taken aback, he reached into his storage bag, pulled out the Multicolored Lotus Lamp, placed it on the stand, and tested it. It was indeed a perfect match.

He placed the Lotus Lamp on the stand, and as it was touched by the twinkling multicolored light, it seemed as though its extinguished wick lit up. The nature of the magical artifact merged the two separated parts seamlessly.

After approximately the time it would take to brew a cup of tea, the multicolored light died down.

Chen Mobai lifted the united Multicolored Lotus Lamp and began to appraise it based on the treasure appraisal skills he learned the Dance Tool Dao Academy.

After much effort, Chen Mobai had to reluctantly put down the Multicolored Lotus Lamp around noon.

This magical artifact was indeed Rank-3, but it seemed to be a Ghost Dao magical instrument. He could do nothing but barely determine that without igniting the wick, this artifact would provide protection to the user’s spirit.

However, having seen Flying Ming Daoist control an incomplete Multicolored Lotus Lamp was impressive at Lonely Spirit Ridge in the past, so he was greatly looking forward to igniting the wick.

But this magical artifact can’t be used carefreely in front of the Celestial Sect, so he needs to figure it out on his own.

Thinking about this, Chen Mobai turned his attention back to the Ghost Cultivator’s storage bag.

In addition to more than a hundred intermediate-grade Spirit Stones, there were many bones of different colors that appeared to have been refined using a Secret Technique. He had no clue if these were the ingredients for a certain magical artifact.

Chen Mobai was not interested in these, so he piled them on the side of the table.

He picked up the final item.

This was a black leather book with the twisted words “Art of Rebirth in the Underworld” embossed on the cover.

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