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Chapter 471: Sky-tier herb!

Moreover, with two companions in tow, it was even more critical not to take unnecessary risks.

Of course, Ling Feng could have chosen to use a teleportation token to directly enter the Misty Ghost Forest, while Lin Xian\'er and Ouyang Jing could have been sent to the Five Elements Heavenly Palace.

However, Ling Feng wanted to use this journey through the Sea-Blue Abyss to hunt a large number of demonic beasts, thereby continuing to advance his Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art.

Although he had previously used the bloodline power of the Three-Legged Fire Toad to elevate his Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art to the Earth Splitting Transformation level, he still had a significant distance to go before achieving the advanced level of the Four Transformations of Eight Desolations.

For the past three days, on the outskirts of the Heavenly Forest, Ling Feng had hunted numerous demonic beasts, using their bloodlines to refine and enhance his body. His physical strength had significantly increased once again.

"Big Brother, how did you know about this shortcut?"

Ouyang Jing couldn\'t help but ask as he saw Ling Feng confidently leading the way.

"I took this path once with some friends from a hunting team when I came to the imperial capital last time."

Ling Feng touched his nose, recalling the rugged Blood Python captain and the girl who constantly called him pretty boy.

Last time, he had left the Glacial Frost Jiao\'s corpse with them. It should have provided them with a comfortable life for quite a while.

"Alright, enough chatter. Stay alert. As Xiaofan\'s second brother, you should be aware that he\'s left you far behind now," Ling Feng said with a faint smile, glancing back at Ouyang Jing.

Ouyang Jing rolled his eyes. "That guy got the divine beast\'s blood. How can I compare with him?"

"Opportunities can come to anyone at any time," Ling Feng said, patting Ouyang Jing\'s shoulder with a smile.

In truth, Ouyang Jing had good character and aptitude. Ling Feng had considered passing on the teachings of the Wuji Sword Dao from the Wuji Sword King to him, but Ouyang Jing had yet to grasp the concept of sword will.

Ling Feng couldn\'t justify passing on the sword dao teachings just out of friendship, as it would be a disservice to the Wuji Sword King when he had helped him in the Sword Tower of Wind and Thunder.

"Hmm." Ouyang Jing nodded. He wasn\'t particularly ambitious, and with Ling Feng\'s help over the past six months, his progress had far exceeded his expectations.

With his current strength, he could return to his family and be on par with the elders.

This was something he had never imagined before.

Suddenly, they noticed another group of martial artists in the distance. Judging by their attire, they were sect disciples, and their cultivation levels were around the middle to late Transformation Realm.

The group of martial artists noticed Ling Feng and his companions but seemed to be in a hurry to find something. They merely glanced at Ling Feng’s group before quickly moving on.

In fact, this was the fifth group of martial artists Ling Feng and his companions had encountered that day.

“Ling Feng, have you noticed that there seem to be a lot more martial artists in the Heavenly Forest these past few days than usual?”

Lin Xian\'er, who had been silent, finally spoke up.

“It’s hard not to notice,” Ling Feng replied with a smirk. It was obvious that some valuable item must have appeared in the Heavenly Forest, attracting martial artists from various sects.

“What do you think about it?” Lin Xian\'er asked playfully, narrowing her eyes and winking at Ling Feng.

Lin Xian\'er had fully emerged from the shadow of Lin Canglang, but the thought of potentially meeting her biological father upon returning to the Wenxian Sect still made her a bit anxious.

“There\'s an old saying: ‘If you do not take the gifts of heaven, you will incur its blame!’” Ling Feng raised an eyebrow. “If it\'s a valuable item worth fighting for, I don’t mind making a move.”

Soon, through a mix of intimidation and persuasion, Ling Feng learned from a hunting team that the reason for the sect disciples\' hurried search was a sky-tier herb.

Since embarking on his martial arts journey, Ling Feng had only come across one sky-tier herb: the Poison Fruit of Ten Thousand Evil.

A sky-tier herb was a treasure that could even tempt a human emperor-level expert.

Fortunately, the nearby sects had jointly kept this news under wraps. If it had reached the imperial capital, the major family powers would have intervened, leaving these second and third-rate sects with nothing.

Ling Feng felt a surge of luck. If he had used the teleportation token to return directly to the Misty Ghost Forest, he would have missed out on this sky-tier herb.

According to the hunting team captain, the sky-tier herb was discovered within the Sea-Blue Abyss. It was a low-grade sky-tier herb known as the Nine-Mystical Creation Fruit.

Though not as potent as the Poison Fruit of Ten Thousand Evil, the Nine-Mystical Creation Fruit was still tempting to Ling Feng.

Ancient texts described that consuming the Nine-Mystical Creation Fruit could help one communicate with the world\'s creation, allowing martial artists below the Spiritual Sea Realm to break through an entire major realm.

Additionally, it could extend one’s life by two hundred years.

For example, even a half-step emperor like Yan Cangtian had a lifespan of only four to five hundred years. The Nine-Mystical Creation Fruit could extend that by two hundred years.

The prospect of an extra two hundred years of life was enough to make anyone fight for it.

Who would complain that they have too long to live?

Even though Ling Feng had Zifeng, which could devour life essence and share it with him, Zifeng\'s ability didn’t equate to adding an equivalent amount of life essence to its own lifespan.

For instance, if Zifeng absorbed a hundred years of life essence, it might extend its life by only a year. Otherwise, this ability would render it nearly immortal.

“Quite an impressive treasure.”

Upon learning about the Nine-Mystical Creation Fruit in the Sea-Blue Abyss, Ling Feng couldn’t remain indifferent. His eyes sparkled with intent, ready to thank those sects for their hard work in keeping this secret.

In his mind, the Nine-Mystical Creation Fruit already belonged to him.

“Big Brother, this is making my blood boil!” Ouyang Jing said excitedly, rubbing his hands together. As the young master of the Treasure Pavilion, he had a keen eye for valuable items.

“With our speed, it will take about three days to cross the Sea-Blue Abyss. If we can obtain the Nine-Mystical Creation Fruit, these three days will be well worth it,” Ling Feng said with a faint smile, feeling that his luck had always been quite good.