Two days later, dirty old man He Yun and Wu Feihua hurriedly rushed back to the Dog Ear Mountain. Their complexions were extremely ugly.
The five hundred spirit stones that Wang Lu gave was actually a lot more than what was needed for the purchase. Thus, it was only natural that the remaining part would be the errand fee for the two of them. Although Wang Lu didn't say it clearly, both of them thought that with the shrewdness of the Director, his intention in giving such a generous amount of money must be obvious.
However, when the two of them contacted the nearest merchant and were ready to purchase, they were ruthlessly ripped off. That merchant only glanced at the list and immediately quoted a price: six hundred spirit stones.
This was higher than the budget given by Wang Lu, so how could He Yun agree? However, the other party had already seen through He Yun's background. If he didn't want to buy, then so be it!
How could He Yun dare not to buy? Wang Lu had set a time limit of two days. If he exceeded the time limit, he simply didn't dare to imagine the consequences. Not to mention these miscellaneous materials, logically speaking, should be worth at most three hundred spirit stones. How could the price increase so much!?
After asking around, he finally understood that these materials, if sold in the Mysterious Sky Mansion, were naturally cheap. However, with He Yun's and Wu Feihua's status, they simply couldn't enter the Mysterious Sky Mansion's door! Thus, this was equivalent to a black market transaction, so the price was naturally high.
In desperation, He Yun and Wu Feihua had to bow their heads. After a long wrangling, the final transaction price was five hundred spirit stones. This was tantamount to a wasted trip for the two of them. Their original fantasies of running an errand for a sky-high price had vanished into thin air — however, this was normal. The two of them were still criminals, so how could Wang Lu be so kind as to give them the opportunity to make a fortune?
However, thinking about the altar that they were going to build, the two of them became spirited. They had been working hard for the Seven Stars Sect for many years, but they had never enjoyed the benefits of an altar. Moreover, judging from the materials purchased this time, the Director's ambition was lofty, and the altar that he wanted to build was quite good.
Although with their knowledge, they still couldn't identify the specific type, but even if it was a ninth rank altar, its power was far superior to the Seven Stars Sect's second-hand Wind Splitting Shuttle's Five Elements Spirit Array! Combined with the relatively rich spiritual energy in the Wang Family Village, they could condense at least a hundred spirit stones every day — it didn't seem much, but in a year, it would be tens of thousands. Not to mention, condensing spirit stones was only one of the most inconspicuous functions of the altar.
The only problem was, could this altar really be built?
It's not that the dirty old man and the others looked down on Wang Lu. In fact, two days ago, after Wang Lu retrieved the Sword of Mount Kun from the village, in order to further establish his prestige, he fought with He Yun. Although he was a low-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, he still couldn't break through the opponent's Three Feet Sword Defense. Henceforth, there was no longer any contempt in his heart. It was just that … the disparity between low-grade Qi Condensation and Dao Master King Pill was truly like the difference between heaven and earth.
What exactly was he going to do with the tide of spiritual energy?
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On this clear autumn day, the weather turned cool, but the Wang Family Village was bustling with activity. The simple villagers decorated the village with lanterns and streamers to welcome the arrival of the immortals. There was even a couplet hanging at the entrance of the village. Although the writing was nonsensical, the enthusiasm of the villagers to welcome the arrival of a deity and guide was undeniable.
In the midst of this enthusiasm, the comrades of the Intelligence Revenue Service, no, the Wisdom Sect's Daoist Immortals floated on the auspicious clouds.
This time, all the members of the Wisdom Sect were dispatched. The Holy Maiden Feng Ling took the lead, followed by the Vice Sect Leader He Yun and Elder Wu Feihua. Finally, the last one was an unremarkable fatty. When Wang Qinian curiously asked...
The Holy Maiden lightly said, "Oh, that's the strong man used to build the altar."
The fatty burst into tears. In any case, he was a genuine cultivator of Spirit Sword Sect, but his position in the Intelligence Revenue Service was not even as good as Wu Feihua! Fortunately, the so-called rank was basically nonsense; whoever did it was just a word from the director.
However, Wang Qinian and the others didn't dare to neglect this chubby strong man. After a while, they asked about his well-being. When had the fatty ever experienced this kind of situation? In the past, when he was the son of the State Preceptor, although he was surrounded by a crowd of people, he was never surrounded by the villagers! In desperation, the fatty had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, which really gave him the image of a strong man.
Under the welcome of the villagers, the group came to the predetermined location of the altar — needless to say, the location was, of course, personally chosen by Wang Lu.
It was the Village Head's house — this location was also a reward for Wang Qinian's ranting at Wang Fugui's house a few days ago.
Wang Qinian didn't know about this. Seeing the several Daoist Immortals stopped in front of his house, he curiously asked, "Excuse me, Daoist Immortals, this is …"
The Holy Maiden Feng Ling lightly said, "Building the altar."
"... Here?"
Feng Ling nodded. "Yes, the feng shui here is the best, so it's the best place to build the altar."
Wang Qinian was immediately stunned. "Then, then what about my house?"
Feng Ling smiled. "Of course it's going to be demolished. It doesn't matter, I will let the strong man build a new home for you."
"But, but …" Wang Qinian was still struggling, but before he could open his mouth, he heard the Holy Maiden's smile.
"Oh, you don't want to? It doesn't matter, then we won't build it. Old pervert … He Yun, let's go. "
The group of people turned around and left, which made Wang Qinian anxious. "Daoist Immortals, don't go, don't go! Just demolish it, just demolish it! "
"Good, then let's do it."
"Wait, there are still things in my house!"
The Holy Maiden frowned. "Oh, you're so troublesome. Sometimes you demolish it, and sometimes you don't. Can't you be a bit more reliable? Do you want us to wait here for you to slowly move? "
Wang Qinian was dumbfounded. He paused for a moment before he heard a villager behind him say, "Village Chief, didn't you say that the construction of the altar is a huge matter? If anyone dares to drag us down, then …"
Wang Qinian cursed in his heart, but he still put on a smiling face. "Demolish, demolish, demolish!"
As soon as his voice fell, he heard a muffled rumbling sound. The dirty old man let out a low shout and simultaneously lit up three talismans in his hands, releasing a huge amount of magical power. In an instant, the Village Head's house was flattened!
The many years of tamped brick walls, thick beams, neat tiles … were compressed into two palms thick layers in an instant, and then they sunk further into the ground until they were level with the ground.
For a low-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, the effect of this spell could be described as amazing. The dirty old man smiled as he patted away the remnants of the talismans in his palm. He thought that thanks to Wang Lu who gave him a few pages of the Immortal Cultivation Ancient Book, in just a few days of practice, the internal injuries that he suffered in the Marquis County were completely healed. His power was almost restored, and some of his subtle skills were even more refined!
Although this Mount Tai Pressing Down was supported by the power of the talismans, it was released so quickly and its power was so exquisite that even at his peak, it was still beyond his power. Sure enough, after surviving a disaster, there would be good fortune later on. In just a few days, he had already made such progress! Heh, flattering this kind of famous sect's disciple really has endless benefits. Unfortunately, when he was in the Seven Stars Sect, he didn't have that kind of opportunity...
While the dirty old man was full of joy, the dust that filled the sky fell to the ground. Next to the flat ground, there was a large group of villagers with their jaws dropped to the ground, as well as the Village Head who wanted to cry but had no tears.
The dirty old man chuckled. "What do you think? Isn't the demolition beautiful?"
Wang Qinian replied with a trembling voice, "Senior Immortal's spell is superb, the demolition is beautiful, very beautiful!"
"Mm, you have good eyesight! Rest assured, when the altar is built, I will ask a strong man to help you build a new house, it will be even more magnificent than this broken house! "
Of course, this was also Wang Lu's instruction, which meant that the Intelligence Revenue Service's work must be clear in rewards and punishments. Wang Qinian was ignorant for two years and had done all kinds of foolish things, so he should be punished. However, the Old Village Head had been conscientious and conscientious for decades. Even if he didn't have any meritorious deeds, he still put in a lot of hard work, so why should he be homeless?
After the forced dismantling, the dirty old man moved his fingers and pinched out a technique. Inside his mustard seed bag, a mountain of materials piled up like a mountain flew out and arranged themselves into a circular array on the flat ground in an orderly manner.
The amount of these materials and the arrangement had already been planned by Wang Lu. After the dirty old man finished arranging the materials according to the order, he suddenly stopped a certain spell.
At the same time, in the middle of the circular array, an ordinary youth figure appeared.
The dirty old man and the others immediately kowtowed. "Greetings, Sect Leader!"
After the invisibility spell was lifted, Wang Lu fully displayed the self-cultivation of a professional actor. With an indifferent look, he waved his hand. "Okay, no need to kowtow. My time in the lower realm is limited, so let's get to work. You guys tell the villagers to stay away, don't get in the way."
When Wang Qinian and the others saw Wang Lu appear, they thought that he was really an immortal descending to the lower realm. Their hearts were indescribably excited. Unfortunately, before they could kowtow, they were dispersed by Wu Feihua and the others, making a spacious stage for the performance.
He Yun and the others were looking forward to the next performance.
With a low-level Qi Cultivating Stage cultivation base, how could he establish a spiritual energy tide and then build an altar? And with Wang Lu's skill, what kind of altar was he going to build? Judging from the materials, it was likely to be above the eighth rank … The Jade Forest Sect, where the dirty old man came from, only had an eighth rank fire altar, which made the surrounding Immortal Cultivation Sects envious!
Holy Maiden Feng Ling's heart was also filled with curiosity. Although she didn't understand the concept of an altar, she had seen it a lot in the Spirit Sword Mountain. The Lingjian School occupied the place with the richest spiritual energy in the Blue River Region, so naturally, they wouldn't let it go to waste. There were many altars in the sect, most of which were made by the Sixth Elder Lu Li. The Elder who was in charge of the sect's financial power was a genius in altar technology. When he was still in the Xudan Stage, he completed his first altar, the seventh rank fire altar … And looking at Wang Lu's current appearance, his ambition seemed to be even higher than Lu Li's!
As the focus of attention, Wang Lu expressionlessly paced around the array, slightly adjusted the materials of the altar around him, and then slowly closed his eyes.
In an instant, the complex world around him disappeared without a trace. In Wang Lu's mind, there was only the sea of spiritual energy.
If one wanted to build an altar, there were only two ways. One was to use the powerful Primordial Spirit of a Core Formation Stage or a quasi-Golden Core Formation Stage to manipulate the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth and release it several times, forcing it to form a tide of Spiritual Qi. The other was to carefully calculate the circulation of the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth and make the best use of the situation, using the method of moving a thousand kilograms with little effort to complete this miracle!
In the past, Elder Lu Li relied on his keen Primordial Spirit to accurately find the nodes of the movement of the spiritual energy and build the altar with his low-level Xudan Stage cultivation base. Elder Lu Li had the first rank Heavenly Spirit Root, and his aptitude was among the top ten Heavenly Sword Hall Elders. If it were Fang He or Liu Xian, they would never be able to do it.
However, Wang Lu's Void Spirit Root was much more sensitive than the common Heavenly Spirit Root! Even if his cultivation base was not high enough and his Primordial Spirit was weak, he could still see the movement of spiritual energy within a radius of several hundred meters.
Of course, just being able to see was far from enough. Next, he had to use his own strength to drive the spiritual energy, gather it, and spread it … Following a specific rhythm, it would form a spiritual energy tide.
This step was the real difficulty. According to Elder Lu Li's textbook, if he wanted to smoothly drive the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he had to temper his Primordial Spirit to the level of 90% virtual and 1% real, which was roughly the middle-level of the Foundation Building Realm. This was only the theoretical value. In the past, Lu Li had to practice until he was half virtual and half real before he could build an altar.
Wang Lu's current Primordial Spirit was a complete mess. Not to mention that it didn't have any substance, even its virtual body hadn't been completely condensed. It had almost no ability to restrain the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. However … if he wanted to control the spiritual energy, he didn't necessarily need to release the power of his Primordial Spirit. What the 90% virtual and 1% real Primordial Spirit could do, Wang Lu could also use other tools to do.
In the Inner Mansion, the Emperor Bone trembled, and the two hundred and six Jade Pillars simultaneously took a deep breath.
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