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Chapter 470, Has the Cultivation World Changed?

The Ghostfire Token, as the token of the Lord of the Ghostfire Well, connects the 'Vermilion Bird Prison Suppression Array' and the 'Nine-Story Prison Tower', an eighth-rank Daoist soldier.

The Vermilion Bird Prison Suppression Array has the Vermilion Bird Emperor's finger bone as its core, making it abundant in energy; the nine-story prison tower is a weapon for proving the Dao, imbued with rich Daoist charm.

Jing Sheng, whose life force was nearly exhausted, was nourished by the Vermilion Bird Bone and an eighth-grade Dao Soldier after the Ghost Fire Token recognized him as its master. This gave him a glimmer of hope.

This is also what shocked Gongshu Xingyan. Whether it is the remains of an emperor or an eighth-grade Dao weapon, they are all precious treasures that cultivators can only dream of.

As a weapon refiner and a cultivator who had practiced for hundreds of years, he knew all too well what these two things meant.

The remains of an emperor are legendary beings. Let alone obtaining them, even sensing a trace of their aura is enough to make a powerful figure's heart flutter.

Eighth-grade Dao weapons are even more essential for proving one's Dao; many cultivators may spend their entire lives searching for just one.

But Hua Changxi... just gave it up without hesitation.

Without the slightest hesitation, without a moment's delay!

Honestly, Hua Changxi's actions shocked him even more than her solo trek into Ghost Mother Mountain to rescue the Vermilion Bird Army.

Saving the Vermilion Bird Army could be explained as her duty as the Lord of the Lingguang Palace, but how should we judge her 'irrational behavior' of forcibly saving Jing Sheng, who was on the verge of death?

Gongshu Xingyan's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the arduous years when he embarked on the path of cultivation.

At that time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was scarce, and cultivation resources were extremely limited.

For a single spirit stone, he could lie hidden in the deep mountains for months; for a cultivation manual, he dared to venture into deadly situations and risk his life. Countless times he teetered on the brink of death, and countless times he snatched food from the jaws of ferocious beasts, his body covered in blood.

Even though he later became a renowned weapon-refining master thanks to his talent, cultivation resources seemed to be an insatiable bottomless pit.

Breakthroughs require resources, weapon forging requires resources, developing power requires resources... Thinking back to that period, he was either searching for resources or competing for them.

Even being trapped in the Ghost Realm for a hundred years was ultimately just to find a few materials for refining weapons.

Having embarked on the path of cultivation, he had long been accustomed to prioritizing resources. It was precisely because he understood how important cultivation resources were that he understood how 'unusual' Hua Changxi's choice was.

Those were the remains of an emperor, an eighth-grade Dao weapon, a priceless treasure coveted by countless cultivators, for which they would risk their lives. Yet she didn't even flinch before offering them up, all to buy a dying man a sliver of life!

Gongshu Xingyan's heart was stirred with emotion. He found it absurd and laughable that someone would actually put human lives above resources without hesitation in the cruel world of cultivation!

"Great!"

Upon hearing Song Weimin's excited voice, Gongshu Xingyan turned his head and looked at him, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Was he imprisoned in the ghost realm for too long?

Did we miss the period of rapid development in the revival of spiritual energy in the human world?

If the cultivation environment in the human world hadn't developed so well, how could he have encountered Song Weimin, who sacrificed himself to save others, and then the Lord of Lingguang Palace, who regarded the Emperor's remains and the eighth-rank Dao soldiers as ordinary things, in such a short time?

This was so different from what he knew about the cultivation world.

In his mind, cultivators would kill each other and turn against each other for a little bit of resources, let alone hand over treasures that were within their grasp.

But now, the existence of these two people is showing him through their actions that his ideas and perceptions are wrong.

Has the cultivation environment in the human world really changed drastically?

Hua Changxi was unaware of the ripples in Gongshu Xingyan's heart. After temporarily protecting Jing Sheng's life force with the Ghost Fire Token, she slowly stood up and faced everyone around the Ghost Fire Well.

In the Ghost Realm, the Ghost King could only inflict limited damage on her; most of her injuries came from divine punishment.

Fortunately, she had mastered the Vermilion Bird Spirit Body first, successfully dispelling the imprint of the Heavenly Punishment Power within her body.

After the electric dragon in her dantian was dispersed and refined, her injuries were brought under control.

Now she had the energy to deal with the aftermath of the Ghost Fire Well.

Hua Changxi's gaze swept over everyone, finally settling on the well of ghostly fire that had returned to calm. He addressed Fang Zhuyue and the rest of the Vermilion Bird Army:

"The Ghost Fire Well is the location of the Vermilion Bird Army's prison. Once it is opened, someone needs to guard it." Upon hearing this, Fang Zhuyue and the other Vermilion Bird Army soldiers' expressions changed, thinking that Hua Changxi was planning to have them stay behind as prison guards.

Song Weimin, Gongshu Xingyan, and hundreds of other human cultivators listened silently, not daring to make a sound, for fear that Hua Changxi would keep them there as well.

Hua Changxi saw the change in the expression of the Vermilion Bird Army and continued, "This is not an order that you absolutely have to accept, but I suggest you consider staying to guard the Ghost Fire Well."

"The Vermilion Bird Army guarding the Ghost Fire Well will teach the 'Crimson Nether Flame Prison' divine power. The cultivation of this divine power requires tempering the body with ghost fire."

"And your physical bodies are almost completely corroded by ghostly energy and ghostly fire."

Afterwards, Hua Changxi gave a brief account of the 'Crimson Nether Flame Hell' supernatural power.

Upon learning that the 'Crimson Nether Flame Prison' divine power was the same bloodline chain divine power that Jing Sheng used, not only the Vermilion Bird Army was tempted, but also other human cultivators were.

You should know that when they were trapped in the Ghost Fire Well, they personally witnessed Jing Sheng using his supernatural powers to severely injure the royal cultivators.

Otherwise, Chu Tianye wouldn't have only a few subordinates in the Ghost Mother Mountain Ghost Prison.

In the crowd, Gongshu Xingyan looked at Hua Changxi in astonishment once again. Could such a level of supernatural power be passed on to someone so casually?

"Commander Fang, you and the Vermilion Bird Army should consider this first. Once you've made your decision, gather everyone's opinions."

Hua Changxi gave instructions to Fang Zhuyue, and then looked at Song Weimin, Gongshu Xingyan, and the other human cultivators.

"You should also collect and summarize the information and background of these people."

"No one is allowed to leave before I return."

Fang Zhuyue clasped his hands in response.

After giving her instructions, Hua Changxi didn't say anything more. With a flash, she transformed into a firebird, flew up from the bottom of the tower, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Commander Fang, what does it mean that the Lord of Lingguang Palace won't let us leave?"

Looking at the restless and anxious cultivators, Fang Zhuyue was speechless: "What are you afraid of? Our Palace Master went through all sorts of hardships to rescue you from the Ghost Realm. Do you think he would kill you?"

Hearing this, the emotions of the cultivators were well calmed down.

Gongshu Xingyan frowned. He was a renowned weapon-refining master. Others might have an easy time, but it might not be so for him.

Do you think the Lord of Lingguang Palace will let us go?

Gongshu Xingyan bumped into Song Weimin.

Seeing his nervous expression, Song Weimin chuckled and said, "Do you know that cultivators outside have no idea who the Lord of Lingguang Palace is?"

"She wouldn't let us leave, probably because she was afraid we'd leak her information if we went out."

"Besides, even if we were to leave now, we wouldn't be able to. Our injuries are only under control. If we really went out, we might encounter other dangers. It's better to stay here."

"Furthermore, the Lord of Lingguang Palace also has another identity—the Peak Master of Dansheng Palace, and his medical skills are superb."

"If we stay here, we might still be able to get treatment."

As he spoke, Song Weimin looked Gongshu Xingyan up and down: "Didn't you say that the Ghost Clan had planted Ghost Nails on you? Maybe she can help you remove them."

Gongshu Xingyan asked in surprise, "The Palace Master of Lingguang Palace doesn't seem very old to me. How can she manage to lead the Vermilion Bird Army, refine elixirs, and study medicine?"

Song Weimin shrugged: "Who knows? Maybe all geniuses are this amazing." (End of Chapter)