Immortal Path Space

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.

Traveling Taoists would even perform sword-swallowing and fire-spitting, breaking large stones with their chests.

"Fellow Daoist Wang is correct. This is indeed a treasure of the Buddhist sect, named the Golden Light Bowl. It can emit a ball of golden light, enveloping cultivators within."

Sima Fatty took the bowl and demonstrated.

"Additionally, the Golden Light Bowl is also a flying Spiritual Weapon. Its flying speed is similar to a regular Flying Sword, but its advantage lies in being a defensive Spiritual Weapon. It remains impervious to sudden attacks during flight, surpassing other flying Spiritual Weapons."

In fact, during the Foundation Building stage, any cultivator could make any Spiritual Weapon fly. However, some Spiritual Weapons were not meant for flight; they might be slow and uncomfortable to control.

Wang Hong was quite interested in this Spiritual Weapon but didn't show it, continuing to look at the next one.

The last item was a blue pearl called the Gentle Water Pearl, serving both offense and defense. When activated with Spiritual Power, it released a blue water curtain and countless water arrows to attack enemies.

"How many Spirit Stones for each of these Spiritual Weapons?"

"The Nether Iron Shield costs three hundred thousand Spirit Stones, the Golden Light Bowl is three hundred and fifty thousand, and the Gentle Water Pearl is three hundred and eighty thousand. Which one do you think suits you?"

Middle-grade Spiritual Weapons were much more expensive than lower-grade ones, and defensive Spiritual Weapons were even pricier, each equivalent to a Foundation Establishment Pill.

For a Foundation Building cultivator, equipping oneself with these would require years of effort.

Some newly advanced Foundation Building cultivators, due to financial constraints, still engage in battles using Magical Weapons.

"Could you keep the Golden Light Bowl for me? After the auction ends, I'll pay you in Spirit Stones," Wang Hong requested.

"No problem. I'll make sure to keep it for you and won't sell it to anyone else," Sima Fatty assured boldly.

"Do you have anything else you need to buy? Should we choose together?" Wang Hong pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you have any Spiritual Weapons suitable for close combat? One of my junior brothers excels in melee, and I can get one for him."

"Generally, only body cultivators engage in close combat, and their numbers are scarce. There are few Spiritual Weapons like refining tools suitable for them. Myriad Treasures Tower has only a few Magical Weapons suitable for close combat, and we lack close combat Spiritual Weapons."

Wang Hong wasn't too disappointed. After all, there were few body cultivators, and there weren't many circulating close combat Spiritual Weapons in the market, making them harder to come by.

"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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