“Mental Spring Water, Friend Xura, how much do you need?” the Sect Leader of the Red Cloak Holy Land asked.
“About one million kilograms,” Chu Feng replied.
“One million kilograms?”
Hearing this figure, even the Sect Leader was somewhat surprised.
She was also a World Spiritist, and though her spirit techniques were inferior to Chu Feng’s, she knew about Mental Spring Water.
Mental Spring Water wasn’t particularly rare, but it wasn’t abundant either. For ordinary use, a single jin was usually sufficient.
For many, even a few liang would suffice.
Yet Chu Feng needed one million kilograms of Mental Spring Water, which shocked her.
“Friend Xura, what do you need so much Mental Spring Water for?”
“It’s not just for cultivation, is it?”
“After all, while Mental Spring Water can enhance mental strength, the effect is temporary, and it’s not practical for cultivation.”
“So I’m quite curious, Friend Xura, what exactly are you planning to do with so much Mental Spring Water,” the Sect Leader said, looking at Chu Feng with curious eyes.
“Senior, you have your secrets, and I have mine. Please forgive my rudeness, but I can’t tell you my purpose,” Chu Feng said.
“Fair enough, I won’t press you,” the Sect Leader smiled, then continued, “One million jin of Mental Spring Water, leave it to me. However, gathering that much will take time, and I’m quite busy lately. How about this, come back in a year, and I’ll have it for you.”
“A year?”
Hearing this, Chu Feng felt the Sect Leader couldn’t help him.
He needed such a vast amount of Mental Spring Water to comprehend the gem he obtained from the Demon-Slaying Emperor’s Tomb, aiming to elevate his formation techniques to Dragon Mark Saint Cloak level.
But a year was far too long, Chu Feng couldn’t wait that long.
In a year, even without Mental Spring Water, he could likely comprehend it on his own.
The reason he needed so much Mental Spring Water was to speed up his progress. If it took that long, it defeated the purpose.
“Thank you for your kindness, Senior, but I’ll figure it out myself,” Chu Feng said.
“Wait, Friend Xura, if you’re in a hurry, there’s a place that might help you,” the Sect Leader said.
“Senior, what place is that?” Chu Feng asked.
“Xiangshan Valley in the Reincarnation Upper Realm, a place where Mental Spring Water is produced.”
“There, Mental Spring Water flows out year-round, but while it’s constant, the quantity is very limited, and what does flow out is quickly collected.”
“However, some speculate that while the surface yield of Xiangshan Valley is small, the source of the spring likely holds a vast amount.”
“But the stones in Xiangshan Valley are protected by a formation, and no one has been able to break through, so the source remains inaccessible.”
“If you can reach the source, your one million kilograms of Mental Spring Water might not be an issue,” the Sect Leader said.
“Xiangshan Valley? Where is it, Senior?” Chu Feng asked.
“Xiangshan Valley is somewhat remote, but with an ancient teleportation array, it won’t take long to reach.”
“However, Xiangshan Valley is guarded by the Yunling Clan, a rather peculiar group, fearless of both heaven and earth.”
“Friend Xura, are you really in such a rush? If you can wait, give me some time, and I’ll go with you.”
“Though, given the Yunling Clan’s temperament, they may not give me face, but if necessary, I can suppress them with force,” the Sect Leader said.
“What’s the cultivation level of the strongest in the Yunling Clan?” Chu Feng asked.
“The strongest in the Yunling Clan was a Second-Rank Supreme back then, but I’m not sure about now,” the Sect Leader replied.
“Second-Rank Supreme, that strong?” Chu Feng was surprised.
The Red Cloak Holy Land was the undisputed hegemon of the Reincarnation Upper Realm.
Yet, aside from the Sect Leader, a Third-Rank Supreme, there were only two Second-Rank Supremes among the Supreme Elders.
But the Yunling Clan’s strongest was also a Second-Rank Supreme.
This showed the Yunling Clan’s strength was not to be underestimated, and from the Sect Leader’s tone, they were a stubborn clan that gave no one face.
They seemed quite troublesome.
“It seems Friend Xura is truly in a hurry, but I can’t leave right now.”
“How about this, I’ll send an elder with you,” the Sect Leader said.
“No need, Senior. I actually know of another place with Mental Spring Water, though it’s quite far, not in this starfield. But the supply there is abundant, so I’ll head there instead,” Chu Feng said.
In truth, Chu Feng was lying.
He knew the two Supreme Elders of the Red Cloak Holy Land, also Second-Rank Supremes, had been gravely injured by Linghu Hongfei and others at the Ancient Blood Refining Pool and hadn’t yet recovered.
He didn’t want to trouble them in their current state, so he made up this excuse.
Though he lied to avoid burdening them, Chu Feng still decided to check out Xiangshan Valley.
If he could obtain the Mental Spring Water, that would be ideal, if not, he’d let it go.
Afterwards, Chu Feng exchanged a few more pleasantries with the Sect Leader, then expressed his intent to leave. Seeing his urgency to obtain the Mental Spring Water, she didn’t try to keep him.
Chu Feng then left to bid farewell to Yin Zhuanghong and the others.
After he departed, the Sect Leader opened a hidden stone door in the same spot.
Carrying the jar that Chu Feng found somewhat sinister, she entered.
Inside the stone door, the yin energy was even stronger, with thick layers of ice everywhere, yet the place was eerily dim. Blood-red candles were scattered about, emitting a blood-red glow.
From time to time, blood-red patterns flickered in the dark areas of the space, making it exceptionally eerie.
It was a formation, the entire space enveloped in a grand array.
If Chu Feng saw this array, he would be startled.
He would recognise it as a Soul-Gathering Array, a forbidden formation for fusing souls.
“Xiu’er, who were you just talking to?”
Suddenly, an extremely frail, aged voice sounded, like that of someone on the verge of death.
“Lord, it was a junior. This junior’s spirit techniques are remarkable, he helped me fuse this Soul-Stabilizing Object,” the Sect Leader said, showing great humility and respect.
“A junior? What’s his name?” the voice asked again.
“Lord, his name is Xura,” the Sect Leader replied.
“Xura?” At those words, the voice grew somewhat subdued, as if disappointed.
“Lord, what’s wrong?” the Sect Leader asked.
“Nothing, it’s just that the way that junior spoke reminded me of someone I once knew,” the voice said.
