Longevity through Upgrading Buildings Chapter 1135 - 402: Butcher Mountain, Ji Yuan Assists the Nascent Soul! [Monthly Pass Requested]

Master Qingcheng swept out his Divine Sense and instantly grasped the situation inside.

Inside the small Storage Bag, there was only a single Jade Bottle placed.

Inside the Jade Bottle were six improved Qi Blood Pills.

"Everything I possess is in here, I beg Senior... may you succeed!"

Master Qingcheng held the Storage Bag, fell silent for a moment, then still chose to put it away, and replied:

"Ji Xiaoyou, if this old man does not die this time, then in the future, your matter will be my Master Qingcheng’s matter."

"Senior is too serious."

Ji Yuan replied.

In the distance, Master Xuan Huang and the grave-digging old ghost exchanged a single move, then separated from each other.

At the very instant that grave-digging old ghost’s figure retreated, the other three Nascent Soul Cultivators struck.

Including Master Qingcheng by Ji Yuan’s side, who also vanished in an instant.

He, together with True Monarch Bai Chui, Baihua Wanderer, and Master Xuan Huang, four people from four directions, trapped that grave-digging old ghost.

Four besieging one.

And they were all Same-tier Cultivators... plus the predicament that grave-digging old ghost was currently facing was almost identical to Master Qingcheng’s.

Both were close to their lifespan limit, coming in to seek an opportunity for breakthrough.

So faced with this situation... if they still didn’t take the initiative to make a choice, they would likely find it hard to escape death.

"This Thousand Wood Nascent Soul Pearl is indeed in my hand."

The grave-digging old ghost raised his right hand, holding in it a green Treasure Pearl about half the size of a fist.

Ji Yuan swept over with his Divine Sense and discovered that inside the Pearl there seemed to be a forest, all densely packed tree shadows.

Yet the rich Wood Attribute aura emanating from within even made him a bit shaken...

He even found himself thinking that if this were a Supreme Treasure of the Water Attribute, he’d be willing to gulp down a mouthful of Nine Nether Burning Life Brew and join the snatch.

A Mid-stage Nascent Soul making a move, seizing it in an instant and then leaving.

The difficulty shouldn’t be great.

As it was now, the moment the grave-digging old ghost took out the Thousand Wood Nascent Soul Pearl, Master Qingcheng and the others instinctively wanted to act.

But the grave-digging old ghost’s hand was even faster; mana surged in his palm, clearly showing that he’d crush this Thousand Wood Nascent Soul Pearl at the slightest disagreement.

This made the other Nascent Soul Cultivators halt at once.

"Heh—"

The grave-digging old ghost let out a mocking laugh, "This thing indeed doesn’t do much for this seat. Among those present, only Daoist Qingcheng needs it the most, right?"

"But such a treasure, even if you can’t use it yourself, is good for trade if taken outside. Yet there’s only one piece, and four of you... I wonder how this treasure should be divided?"

Master Xuan Huang, who had just crossed hands with him, likewise mocked him.

"What, the treasure’s still in your hand and you already want to stir up infighting among us? Sleeping in coffins too long, your brain’s rotted, has it?"

"No, no, no."

The grave-digging old ghost turned with a sinister smile, looked toward Master Qingcheng, and said:

"Daoist Qingcheng, how about I gift this item to you?"

"No need, this old man’s cultivation is shallow; I cannot protect such a heavy treasure."

Master Qingcheng stroked his beard and shook his head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, truly a Loose Cultivator—slippery as they come."

The grave-digging old ghost shook his head and sighed, "But if you truly want it, just name your price. If the price can satisfy the few of us here, we’ll gift this item to you."

"That is indeed possible."

True Monarch Bai Chui chimed in.

Master Qingcheng could only chuckle and say, "If it were only you, Daoist, it’d be easier to talk about. But now with several Daoists present... even if this old man sold pot and pan, I could not afford that price."

"Enough, stop putting on airs. Just fight it out—whoever wins, gets it."

Master Xuan Huang seemed still to be hot-tempered.

"Makes sense!"

As the grave-digging old ghost spoke, he gave a loud shout and tossed the Thousand Wood Nascent Soul Pearl in his hand up toward the sky.

Since it was going to be a chaotic battle, he’d hardly be foolish enough to keep the item in his own hand.

And just as he threw the Nascent Soul Pearl up, Baihua Wanderer, who had remained silent in the exact South, suddenly made a move.

A pink long ribbon flew out from her sleeve, closely chasing after that Nascent Soul Pearl.

In merely an instant, the long ribbon had wrapped away the Nascent Soul Pearl, and she herself also shot southward at once, her speed exceedingly swift.

Even Ji Yuan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at the sight.

She’s ruthless and says little.

"Daoist Baihua, fine methods!"

True Monarch Bai Chui let out a hearty laugh. With a flip of his right hand, an ancient bronze hammer inscribed all over with runes appeared, its handle slender, its head enormous.

Mana poured into it, and he struck once through the air toward the fleeing Baihua Wanderer.

"Dong—"

After a dull boom, a gigantic hammer shadow suddenly appeared in front of Baihua Wanderer, who had already escaped tens of miles away, and came crashing straight down toward her.

She hastily halted her figure; the pink long ribbon in her sleeve flew out again, transforming into a cloth wall before her.

The hammer shadow slammed into the cloth wall as though smashing into cotton, with nowhere to exert force.

Yet even so, Baihua Wanderer, who was behind the cloth wall, still bore a tremendous impact.

Originally in mid-air, her figure was hammered down into the mountaintop.

But just then, before her body could land, that mountaintop actually transformed on its own into a grave.

Ji Yuan swept over with his Divine Sense and even spotted a tombstone on that grave mound, upon which was clearly written:

"Grave of Baihua Wanderer of Tingtiao Pavilion!"

"Ah!"

Baihua Wanderer saw this and her flowery face instantly paled.

If True Monarch Bai Chui’s hammer was merely to block her, then the grave-digging old ghost’s technique was solidly aimed at her life.

Realizing she absolutely could not protect it now, she hurriedly flung the Thousand Wood Nascent Soul Pearl in her hand toward the nearest Master Xuan Huang.

The latter, seeing the treasure flying toward him, instinctively felt a surge of joy.

But in the next instant, thinking of what Baihua Wanderer had just encountered.