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This time, Xu Feng did not share with Xufeng; it was better for him to handle such matters of killing and looting alone.
Since the last assassination of the Freckled Man and his group, Xu Feng had collected six thousand spirit stones. After deducting the expenses from his time at Baixian Pavilion, Xu Feng found that he had very few spirit stones left. Xufeng and the others were dealing in cash, which actually amounted to more than what Xu Feng had.
Xu Feng suddenly realized that throughout this journey, aside from a stack of banknotes, everything he used for cultivation had been taken by force. It seemed that joining New Moon Sect marked his first official job as a Modern Clerk.
From the strength of the pursuers this time, He Tanshu should be considered a high-ranking member of Qinghua Gang. His storage bag was worth looking forward to. Xu Feng set aside He Tanshu's storage bag, preparing to give himself a surprise at the end.
He opened seven storage bags in sequence, each one worth as much as the Freckled Man's. These seven were core enforcers of Qinghua Gang, all at the mid-stage of Refining Qi. Their treatment was far better than that of grassroots personnel like those from Jian Zui Ge, and they had their own economic entities. Various businesses related to cultivation in Xian City were connected to Qinghua Gang, which reportedly also contracted some affairs on the outskirts of New Moon Sect. They belonged to a criminal organization under Modern Clerk.
The sparkling spirit stones could fill a woven bag. Xu Feng's appetite had grown; he felt indifferent towards Low-Grade Spirit Stones and took out the Mid-Grade Spirit Stones instead. Counting them, there were eighty pieces, nearly making him grin widely. As for the Low-Grade Spirit Stones, he didn't bother counting but estimated there were at least ten thousand.
Aside from spirit stones, there was a pile of various materials: Martial Talismans, weapons, and pills—of average quality but in considerable quantity, with decent resale value.
Finally reaching He Tanshu's treasures, Xu Feng reached in and discovered that He Tanshu's storage bag had at least ten square meters of space. Just this level of storage bag would cost over a thousand spirit stones in Fairy Market.
He Tanshu's storage space was not as chaotic as the previous seven; inside was a three-tier shelf where various items were neatly arranged. The spirit stones were also stored in cloth bags about the size of a bucket. When Xu Feng opened one, he was astonished to find two hundred thirty Mid-Grade Spirit Stones! There were no Low-Grade Spirit Stones at all.
At He Tanshu's level, he wouldn't need to pay for anything when going out; everyone would rush to treat him. Therefore, Low-Grade Spirit Stones hardly caught his eye.
He Tanshu's sword was quite ordinary; judging by its quality, it was similar to Xu Feng's bow—both were mid-grade magical artifacts. Mid-grade magical artifacts could only sell for two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones in Fairy Market, which is lower than pills. He Tanshu didn't lack money but only bought mid-grade magical artifacts, indicating that there was still significant room for improvement in weaponry within Xian City.
The shelf contained mostly Martial Talismans; there were hundreds of low-grade and mid-grade talismans stacked up, while there was only one high-grade Vajra Talisman. If He Tanshu had used Martial Talismans to attack from the start and thrown dozens at once, he might have had a chance to win. But what kind of Refining Qi seventh-layer expert would use such tactics against a novice at Refining Qi Second Layer? It would be laughable if word got out.
In the end, He Tanshu wasn't laughed at but shot dead.
Xu Feng set aside the low-grade high-quality Vajra Talisman for quick access during critical moments. This type of Vajra Talisman would create a protective barrier around him when activated, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from an expert at Refining Qi Level Ten; however, it would be rendered useless after one hit.
In terms of pills, He Tanshu stored only ordinary ones—mostly first-level pills for strengthening muscles and bones, promoting blood circulation, and emergency treatment. There was only one bottle of Gathering Spirit Pills among the second-level pills, containing just two pieces. Gathering Spirit Pills are special medicines for Refining Qi but can only be used once; their effectiveness diminishes significantly upon reuse. For Xu Feng right now, these two Gathering Spirit Pills felt somewhat useless.
On the third shelf, Xu Feng finally found the Martial Arts Manual he had been looking for—a book on Water Element techniques, the Hua Yu Jing, and ten articles on Refining Tools for Refiner practitioners.
Xu Feng skimmed through it briefly, gaining a sense of its contents before placing the book back in its original spot.
In addition to the items on the shelf, He Tanshu had also collected a large number of herbs and rare minerals. These items were not useful for a pure martial artist like Xu Feng; they were primarily for trading.
Storage bags could not be nested within each other. Xu Feng cleared out his recently purchased two-square storage bag and placed all seven bags' contents into He Tanshu's storage bag. After organizing everything, he had used less than half of the ten-square space.
In Modern Clerk, storage bags were considered low-grade storage items without encryption features; anyone with spiritual power could open them. Moreover, they mostly looked alike, so there was little fear of being recognized by others.
As for higher-end items like storage bracelets or rings, Xu Feng could only dream about them at this point. Compared to other cultivators of the same level, Xu Feng was now a veritable nouveau riche.
After organizing his belongings, dawn broke, and realizing there was no time to rest, Xu Feng swallowed a Pill of Hunger Suppression to replenish his spiritual power and then sat down for a brief moment of adjustment.
Just as it brightened up, Xufeng knocked and entered. The two greeted each other and left Baixian Pavilion together.
This was the last time at Baixian Pavilion. Several other cultivators who had also won in the selection competition came out one after another. After settling their bills at the front desk, they exchanged some impressions and then called out to each other as they headed toward New Moon Sect's courtyard.
There were nine cultivators in total—four intermediate-level and five low-level. Along the way, they encountered senior cultivators above level seven in Refining Qi, but those individuals paid them no mind; the gap in strength was clearly delineated at that moment.
Before long, they arrived at the designated location where New Moon Sect's staff had already gathered. After a while longer, most of the reporting cultivators had also arrived. The host checked off names from a list and waved his hand without caring if anyone was missing; the group then proceeded toward New Moon Sect.
Five hundred miles west of Xian City lay a mountainous area with Wangyue Peak being the highest point. The mountain gate of New Moon Sect opened right there.
They walked continuously for three days, stopping intermittently until they reached the foot of New Moon Sect by the afternoon of the fourth day. Covering five hundred miles in four days was not difficult for cultivators; even ordinary people could manage it. However, doing so without food, water, or sleep made it quite different.
It seemed that the host of New Moon Sect had calculated the physiological limits of the cultivators beforehand. During these four days, eating and drinking were strictly prohibited; those with pills were also not allowed to consume them. Aside from strict regulations on food and drink, other aspects were quite lenient. A few who were truly starving took advantage of New Moon Sect disciples' inattention to sneak away; when New Moon Sect learned of this, they did not pursue them but allowed them to leave.
Once this precedent was set, it wasn't long before others began to sneak away during those four days—mostly low-level disciples but occasionally some intermediate ones as well. Senior Disciples did not attempt to escape at all; firstly, their strength made such hardships trivial for them, and secondly, New Moon Sect treated them well enough that they would not reprimand them openly at least on the surface.
Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, the New Moon Sect was right in front of them. The disciples of the New Moon Sect suddenly changed their expressions, no longer speaking as kindly as before. The host announced loudly, "Ahead is the mountain gate of the New Moon Sect. You have all made it this far with great difficulty, but now comes the final test. Run up the mountain as fast as you can! The last ten to reach the Training Ground will automatically be eliminated from the New Moon Sect. Start!"
This was clearly aimed at the lower-ranked disciples, but there was no time to think too much about it. Everyone rushed up the mountain in a frenzy. The original path had been deliberately blocked, forcing the newcomers to forge their way through the jungle and rocks.
Xu Feng had taken up cultivation halfway through his journey and had a foundation in martial arts, which gave him an advantage over those who relied on Spiritual Roots for rapid advancement. Climbing mountains and scaling rocks required not only strength and cultivation level but also judgment of terrain and reasonable use of physical stamina.
The distance from the foot of the mountain to the Training Ground was less than five hundred meters, but due to the uphill path, complicated road conditions, and treacherous terrain, combined with the need to hurry, it felt like an obstacle course that consumed a lot of energy.
When Xu Feng arrived, many people were already at the Training Ground. All the Senior Disciples were present, and aside from a few who were injured, all intermediate disciples had also made it. About a dozen lower-ranked disciples had arrived as well. Since Xu Feng was not among the first few lower-ranked disciples to arrive, he did not attract anyone's attention as he joined the crowd.
Before long, more people arrived, all panting heavily.
The disciples of the New Moon Sect selected the last ten arriving cultivators, among whom there were surprisingly two intermediates. Those singled out understood what this meant; they hung their heads low as they were led down the mountain.
In the end, there were fewer than fifty new lower-ranked disciples remaining in the New Moon Sect.
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