Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Remember to activate this with Mana at the crucial moment."

Su Lingling stepped next to Zhang Jing and explained in a low voice, after which Zhang Jing felt a warm fairy pendant in his hand.

Looking at the woman in green who walked over to Ji Xiaoyun with her hands behind her back and light steps, wearing an expression as if nothing of importance was happening.

Sigh——

Zhang Jing sighed softly and shook his head with a wry smile, his gaze becoming unfathomably deep.

"Qingyun Fellow Daoist, that item Su Lingling gave you just now, how about you name a price for it?"

A barely perceptible voice suddenly rang out beside his ear.

Zhang Jing turned his head to look and saw a face that was clearly distorted by jealousy, but was nevertheless squeezing out a hint of a smile.

"Lei Hong Fellow Daoist, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Zhang Jing said with a smile as he declined.

Although he had no use for the fairy pendant Su Lingling had given him, it was nonetheless a kind gesture, and selling it—Zhang Jing could not bring himself to do such a thing.

"Ten million luck movement! Fellow Daoist, think carefully, once this chance is missed, there'll be no other opportunity."

Lei Hong said with a grin, his eyes twinkling with a malevolent light.

"No."

Zhang Jing first stared at the other party in astonishment, then once again declined with a smile.

It seems this guy really does have a sizeable amount of luck movement at his disposal.

After all, among the ordinary Golden Core Realm Cultivators, those who could readily come up with ten million luck movement were very rare indeed.

"Twenty million!"

Lei Hong directly doubled his offer, his words carrying the boldness that seemed to swallow mountains and rivers.

"No."

Still not agreeing?

Lei Hong narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of surprise showing in his gaze.

After a moment of contemplation.

He gritted his teeth and continued to make an offer, seeming desperate to buy it.

"Fifty million!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing was momentarily taken aback.

It wasn't that he was overwhelmed by the figure; in fact, a mere fifty million luck movement was nothing to him, given his current status.

But...

"How odd, to think I would actually experience a day when someone tries to pelt me with luck movement?"

Zhang Jing thought, unable to help but laugh and cry at the same time.

To the side, seeing that Qingyun seemed to be somewhat tempted, Lei Hong's lips unconsciously curled with a trace of mockery.

"Loose Cultivators are after all Loose Cultivators, not very worldly, getting excited over a mere fifty million luck movement."

"This time, I'll definitely destroy your good impression in Su Lingling's heart completely, heh heh!"

However.

The look of smugness on Lei Hong's face hadn't lingered for a few breaths before it abruptly solidified.

"Really, no."

Zhang Jing said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Youth is wonderful indeed."

He sighed inwardly but completely forgot among this group of people, if one were to consider age, he was probably the youngest.

"Fine, fine, fine! Fellow Daoist is really impressive, we shall talk more in the future!"

Lei Hong said with a cold voice, his face changing unpredictably.

And just as the two of them were talking.

A black storm that seemed to sweep across heaven and earth quietly approached.

Above.

Accompanied by a loud shout.

The First Hammer's robust body turned into a streak of red light, savagely charging towards the forefront where a nearly hundred zhang long black-scaled giant carp wrapped with Dharma Phase Realm power fluctuations swam.

Boom!

As soon as the two collided, a deafeningly loud noise erupted, the aftershocks clearing out everything within a thousand zhangs.

Seeing this.

The other black-scaled carps quickly avoided the area of battle, gathering into several formidable waves, directly submerging Zhang Jing and the others.

For a moment, the group only felt that all around them were jaws filled with sharp teeth, snapping incessantly.

"With Fellow Daoist Qingyun having that Soul-calm Pendant, you should be safe and sound this time."

Su Lingling smiled brightly, immediately taking out a golden bell artifact from a small pouch and deviously placing it on her forehead.

Not far away.

A black-scaled carp pushed through the swarm, and after surpassing countless peers, it finally managed to squeeze in front of Zhang Jing.

Smelling the fresh divine soul scent, it instinctively opened its mouth wide and lunged straight at Zhang Jing's face to bite, but in the next moment, it was flicked away by a slender finger wrapped with emerald luminance.

A razor-sharp sword light followed, instantly turning the black-scaled carp into pieces.

Afterward.

The streak of sword light turned a corner in the sky and slithered back into Zhang Jing's hand, gradually disappearing.

Similar scenes were constantly occurring next to Zhang Jing, with not a single black-scaled carp able to breach within three feet of him.

However, given the tense situation and the dense swarm of black-scaled carps in the air, no one noticed this.

"It seems there's no need for me to take action."

Zhang Ming's gaze lightly swept over the perfectly proficient figures of Ji Xiaoyun, Su Lingling, and Chang Zizai, and a smile couldn't help surfacing on his face.

This Soul Devouring Wind seemed terrifying, but the black-scaled carps within it had weak individual strength; if one's defenses were sufficient, they could even be ignored completely.

The only concern was—

Zhang Jing couldn't help but look up.

He saw the First Hammer swinging his huge Wolf-tooth hammer, rudely smashing towards the five black-scaled giant carps of equal strength in the Dharma Phase Realm.

Sparks flew, scales fell like rain.

Despite being one against five, not only did the First Hammer not fall into a disadvantage, but he also grew increasingly fierce in battle.

His momentum was constantly rising, as if it knew no bounds.

"Is this the combat path of the Emperarin's Way Faction? An indomitable will to fight and an undying body for battle, truly a terrifying pathway designed for conquest."

A glimmer of admiration flashed through Zhang Jing's eyes.

It was hard to tell how much time had passed.

It could have been several days, or it could have been several hours.