Chapter 124: Golden Light Bowl

Chapter 124: Golden Light Bowl

The maid placed the tray on the tea table before unveiling three palm-sized Spiritual Weapons.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please take a look. These three are all middle-grade Spiritual Weapons, rare treasures in our Myriad Treasures Tower."

Wang Hong reached out and took a black, round shield. It felt heavy in his hands, the material unfamiliar.

"This is a Nether Iron Shield, crafted entirely from Nether Iron Refinement, using a total of three thousand kilograms of materials. After infusing Spiritual Power, it can expand to a size of one zhang."

Sima Fatty took the shield from Wang Hong, infused it with Spiritual Power, and the round shield transformed into a one-zhang-sized barrier floating in front of Sima Fatty.

Fortunately, the VIP room was spacious enough; otherwise, the room would have burst.

Magical Weapons had fixed sizes, but Spiritual Weapons were compact when not in use. Once infused with Spiritual Power, they could change size, resembling magical treasures in this aspect.

Moreover, compared to Magical Weapons, Spiritual Weapons possessed a degree of spirituality.

In battles during the Qi Cultivation stage, one could evade attacks from a more flexible Magical Weapon. However, at the Foundation Building stage, if locked by the opponent's Divine Sense, a Spiritual Weapon would autonomously pursue and attack the target, making it difficult to dodge.

By the Golden Core stage, the spirituality of magical treasures became stronger, making them almost impossible to dodge, requiring a head-on confrontation.

After Sima Fatty put away the shield, Wang Hong took out a brass-colored bowl.

"Fellow Daoist Sima, isn't this the alms bowl used by Great Monks for begging?"

Wang Hong, from the impoverished Wang family village, was familiar with this type of alms bowl as monks often came to beg.

Although the style was familiar, the material differed.

Once, on a whim, he had given a large wild vegetable leaf to an old monk. The monk smiled, chanted a Buddhist mantra, caught it in the bowl, and left.

Wang Hong regretted it a bit; such a fresh wild vegetable leaf exchanged for just a Buddhist chant.

"However, if Fellow Daoist has a need, we can customize one for you, but you need to provide the refining tool materials."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Sima. If I find suitable materials, I will definitely come to your shop for customization."

After returning to Kaiyang Peak, Wang Hong sent a Transmission Talisman to each cultivator who wanted to buy Foundation Building Pills from him, informing them of the auction at Myriad Treasures Tower a month later.

Auctioning off Foundation Building Pills would save him a lot of trouble, avoiding constant pestering. Although he would receive Spirit Stones instead of Foundation Establishment Pills, it was still better.

Wang Hong entered his Space, where the Dragon Scale Fruit he had planted had grown into five-inch-high seedlings. The three Ink Jade Spirit Lotuses had also grown, with one about to wither. He collected the petals and gathered petals from other second-tier spirit fruit trees, including Green Spirit Peach, altogether obtaining dozens of varieties. Among them, Ink Jade Spirit Lotus petals were the most valuable, while the Green Spirit Peach's tier remained unclear.

He placed all these petals in a small jar for fermentation, following the brewing method of Hundred Flowers Spirit Wine, which required decades for proper aging.

The green branches he had planted before showed no signs of sprouting, only becoming more vibrant than before.

Despite researching numerous records, Wang Hong couldn't determine the type of tree, astonished by its slow growth.

He harvested all the mature first-tier Spirit Herbs in the Space, planted new ones, and collected excessive branches from second-tier spirit fruit trees to bring out of the Space.

In his Cultivation Room, he arranged a formation on the ground according to the Wood-Fire Incineration Technique, piled the branches in the center, ignited them with Spiritual Energy, and cast dozens of Techniques at the burning pile.

The flames quickly grew, reaching a certain size and stabilizing. Seeing this, Wang Hong quickly cast over a hundred Techniques, his fingers moving so fast that they seemed a blur. After the hundred Techniques, a three-foot-diameter flame floated into the air, detaching from the spirit wood below.

While casting Techniques, Wang Hong extended his Divine Sense toward the flame. Upon contact, a scorching sensation reached him. Enduring the pain, he merged a tiny strand of Divine Sense with the flame.

As his Techniques entered, the flame shrank but became more condensed.

Two days later, the three-foot flame had reduced to a strand as thin as an embroidery needle, only an inch long.

This tiny flame danced in Wang Hong's hands, seemingly alive but controlled by the minuscule Divine Sense he had merged with it earlier.

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