CHAPTER 992: CHAPTER 556: THUNDER-REFINING BODY AND CHEN YING’S PREGNANCY

Half an hour later, the Immortal Crane Flying Car soared from Zhi Cheng Mansion, swiftly flying towards the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Sheng fiddled with a white porcelain pill bottle, recalling Chen Dacheng’s earlier "earnest teachings": "Xi’er, after you take this bottle of Elixir Pills back, consume it together with Ying’er. Hmm, it is very beneficial for you... and Ying’er. Remember these words, go!"

Reflecting on Chen Dacheng’s approach, Zhao Sheng felt somewhat helpless.

The item was indeed good, but he was full of vigor and had no use for it after a night’s effort!

Besides, if he really had the thought, he could easily refine a batch of Mystical Elixirs like Spring Breeze Jade Dew Pill, Golden Spear Undying Pill, or Dragon Embryo Easiness Birth Pill, without bothering others at all!

With such thoughts, the Immortal Crane Flying Car soon returned to the Hidden Dragon Pavilion.

As Zhao Sheng disembarked from the flying car, Chen Fu was already waiting beside the car door: "Master, you have returned."

Zhao Sheng nodded, casually handing Chen Fu a Jade Scroll recording the list of industries under his name, instructing: "The clan has already allocated my share of the industries. In a few days, you take a batch of people to accept those industries. Clean up what’s necessary and subdue what’s needed. If you encounter troublesome matters, notify me promptly. I will personally handle it then."

"Yes, Master!" Chen Fu immediately responded. After all, he was a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator; handling such matters was a piece of cake.

Compared to accepting the industries, he found another matter more vexing.

"Master, the lady just came over to inquire if you are lodging at Huixin Courtyard tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng paused his steps, then nonchalantly said, "No, I will be in closed meditation in the quiet room for a few days. Once I finish, I will go see Sister Qi."

Chen Fu immediately bowed, "Alright, this old servant will inform the lady later."

"Hmm, go attend to your matters. I don’t need your attendance here."

"Yes, Master!"

Once Chen Fu hurried off, Zhao Sheng’s figure flickered, disappearing from his original spot in an instant.

...

Deep into the night, in the Cultivation Room.

After diligently cultivating for most of the day and consuming two Mid-grade Spirit Stones, Zhao Sheng’s cultivation once again advanced slightly.

At this moment, he slowly halted his cultivation, put away the exhausted Spirit Stones, then with a flick of his single hand, a thumb-sized mystical stone suddenly appeared in his palm.

This stone appeared no different from any stone found outside.

But in reality, it was several times heavier than a Golden Essence of the same volume.

However, as time passed, the stone was slowly "getting lighter," its weight seemingly vanishing imperceptibly.

Compared to the beginning, the stone’s weight had already reduced by nearly half.

At this moment, Zhao Sheng could clearly sense, at every moment, strands of pure spiritual energy were seeping out from inside this stone into the external world.

Estimating based on the rate of spiritual energy dispersion, the total spiritual energy emanated by this stone was comparable to that of a Low-grade Spirit Stone.

Keep in mind, he managed to obtain nearly a hundred similar stones initially, with a total volume more than a hundred times larger than this single stone.

From this calculation, the former concentration of spiritual energy in the Space Immortal Heaven was unimaginably high!

However, Zhao Sheng’s greatest discovery wasn’t this.

What astonished him most was that the Sumeru Space seemed to have undergone some miraculous change, as if the space had slightly expanded.

However, the change was so minuscule that he couldn’t quite confirm its reality.

After quietly observing for a while, Zhao Sheng put the stone back into the Sumeru Space, and then his figure suddenly vanished from the stone room.

...

A thousand miles or so to the northwest, Spiritual Ginseng Medicine Garden.

Patches of red-seeded ginseng seedlings grew neatly in the spirit field, with a plain blue-brick courtyard settled a dozen steps away from the field’s edge.

Zhao Sheng teleported there, landing precisely inside the courtyard.

Surveying his surroundings, his Divine Sense silently enveloped the entire courtyard.

Hmm!

At this moment, Zhao Sheng suddenly noticed a special symbol etched on the wall corner, which was the agreed transaction signal.

The symbol contained simple information, indicating "Daily transaction at midnight, for half a year."

Zhao Sheng glanced at the moonlight, noticing it was nearly midnight. He decided to wait for the person here.

After waiting for about the time it takes to sip a cup of tea, a shadow emerged from the night sky, approaching rapidly, landing a dozen steps away in an instant.

"Taoist friend, you made Ren wait so bitterly!" Ren Ling finally saw a living person and instantly began to complain.

Yet Zhao Sheng completely ignored his complaints, directly and coldly asking, "Where are the items I requested?"

Ren Ling was momentarily speechless, originally intending to exploit some advantage, but the other party did not take the bait at all.

He could only grumble as he took out a radiant piece of soft jade and two pieces of amber from his Qiankun Bag, muttering, "This time, I only managed to obtain three ounces of Cosmic Light Marrow and sixteen grains of Shadow Sand. Taoist friend, how do you wish to trade?"

Zhao Sheng spoke tersely, "Cosmic Light Marrow, one thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones! Shadow Sand, twenty Mid-grade Spirit Stones per grain."

Ren Ling felt slightly elated hearing this, but still instinctively bargained, "Taoist friend, at your price, Ren would suffer a great loss. You should know that the Cosmic Light Marrow was something I arduously procured from—"

"Golden Congealing Pill!"

Zhao Sheng only uttered three words, causing the subsequent words from his opponent to be swallowed back.

Ren Ling’s expression flickered with indecision, gritting his teeth, "Alright, I have to accept this price! But then—"

"As long as you can procure three hundred grains of Shadow Sand or space-time treasures of equivalent value, the Golden Congealing Pill will be yours!"

Upon hearing these words, Ren Ling quickly calculated in his mind: one grain of Shadow Sand equals twenty Mid-grade Spirit Stones, three hundred grains amounting to six thousand Mid-grade Spirit Stones, equivalent to sixty thousand Low-grade Spirit Stones. Meanwhile, at the Black Alliance Grand Auction, a Low-grade Golden Congealing Pill typically sells for between eight hundred thousand to one million Spirit Stones. With this calculation, he would save two hundred thousand Spirit Stones. But... damn it, I’m taking the gamble!!