Chapter 370: Origin Vein
"This is…" Lin Feng's pupils contracted sharply. After the nine sword peaks collapsed, the world's origin energy below was incredibly dense. Even from a distance, Lin Feng could clearly sense the surging power contained within.
"An origin vein. This is a massive origin vein."
Lin Feng's gaze locked onto the spot. When world origin energy gathers over long years, it condenses into origin stones. As the origin stones accumulate, they form an origin vein. Those nine demonic swords were so powerful and had been here for who knows how many years—it wasn't surprising that they could nurture an origin vein.
What excited Lin Feng was that this origin vein, beneath the Nine Dragons Mountain Range and those nine sword peaks, had never been discovered by anyone. It belonged to no one—it was ownerless.
And he, Lin Feng, was the first to know about this origin vein. That meant he could mine it.
"No, wait. The commotion caused by those demonic swords must have alarmed many people. Soon, others will arrive and discover this origin vein." Lin Feng didn't let himself get completely lost in the excitement. In this situation, he still forced himself to stay clear-headed. An origin vein was incredibly precious, and since it was ownerless, once discovered, a fierce battle for it would be inevitable.
Even those terrifyingly powerful major forces would want to swallow it up and claim it for themselves.
Heavenly One Academy only had four origin veins, and they used those four to build four cultivation towers. That showed just how valuable an origin vein was.
"I can't swallow this origin vein whole." Lin Feng muttered to himself. Judging by the density of the origin energy, this vein was bound to be massive. It would likely cause a huge upheaval. He, Lin Feng, couldn't take it all.
With that thought, Lin Feng's body moved. He flashed toward the origin vein like lightning, releasing his keen senses and entering a state of Unity of Heaven and Man. Everything around him appeared clearly in his mind.
In an instant, Lin Feng reached the place where the nine sword peaks had been destroyed, hovering above the origin vein. A sharp sword aura burst from his body, and true essence sword light flickered around him. Lin Feng turned himself into a sword and drilled straight into the origin vein. Opening his storage ring, he began collecting all the origin stones he saw underground into it.
If he couldn't swallow it all, he would at least grab a hefty haul before the vein was discovered. This origin vein represented endless wealth. No cultivator would ever turn down origin stones. Even if they couldn't use them all, they could trade them for treasures they needed. Origin stones were the foundation of martial cultivation.
"There's too much. The storage ring doesn't have enough space."
Soon, a hint of joy flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. The origin vein was terrifying—it was packed with origin stones. Low-grade origin stones were endless, impossible to store completely. And among those low-grade stones were many mid-grade ones mixed in.
Occasionally, Lin Feng even found origin stones that sparkled like dazzling gems—high-grade origin stones.
One high-grade origin stone was worth ten thousand low-grade ones. The value couldn't even be compared.
"Forget the low-grade origin stones."
Lin Feng made a quick decision. The storage ring's space was limited. If he filled it with low-grade stones, he wouldn't have room for the mid-grade ones. And this origin vein had no shortage of mid-grade stones. So Lin Feng simply abandoned the low-grade ones to maximize his haul of higher-grade stones.
He was getting rich. This origin vein had been nurtured over thousands of years. For the first time, Lin Feng felt like he'd struck it rich overnight. It was a wonderful feeling.
With these origin stones, the tens of thousands of Crimson Blood soldiers could cultivate without worrying about resources. That would be a huge boost to their strength and help Lin Feng forge a terrifying army as quickly as possible.
Compared to many talented young men, Lin Feng had no background, no backing. So he would rely on himself to build his own power. When Liu Canglan handed the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry to him, that was part of the reason.
Lin Feng darted wildly through the origin vein, scooping up stones.
"What's this?"
Just then, Lin Feng suddenly spotted a plant. It had nine leaves, emitted a white spiritual light, and carried a rich, abundant pure yang energy. It was close to the surface.
"Nine Yang Grass!" Lin Feng's pupils contracted. Yes, the aura matched the Nine Yang Grass from his memories.
Nine Yang Grass had nine leaves and grew where origin energy and yang energy converged. Both had to be extremely abundant, and it had to be nurtured for many years before there was even a one-in-a-thousand chance of it appearing.
This origin vein had plenty of origin energy, and those nine demonic swords must have contained the pure yang energy Nine Yang Grass needed. Swords were yang-attributed, and they had existed for who knows how long. All the conditions were met.
"Iron shoes wear through in vain, yet the prize comes without effort."
Lin Feng felt this saying perfectly described his situation. He had just needed Nine Yang Grass, and now it appeared.
His body flickered as he moved toward the Nine Yang Grass, plucked it directly, and stored it in his ring. He even set aside a special area in the ring just for it.
Spreading out his powerful senses, Lin Feng carefully searched the origin vein for more traces of Nine Yang Grass. One stalk of this grass was worth an incalculable amount of origin energy—a true heavenly treasure.
"There really is more."
Soon, a smile spread across Lin Feng's face, bright and brilliant. This area met all the conditions for Nine Yang Grass to grow. Since one had appeared, a second and a third were possible too.
Meanwhile, above ground, a group of figures arrived. It was Feng Ting and her companions.
Sensing the incredibly dense world origin energy, they stopped in their tracks. Then, wild joy filled their eyes.
An origin vein. There was actually an origin vein here. Madness gradually crept onto their faces.
With an origin vein, why would they need to be someone else's guards to earn origin stones?
"So many origin stones!" A voice rang out from the crowd, and then figures flashed as they charged toward the origin vein to grab the stones.
At that moment, they threw all caution to the wind. Their eyes saw only origin stones—countless origin stones.
"Stop, all of you!" The old man beside Feng Ting shouted coldly as he watched the guards go mad.
"What are you doing?" Feng Ting also scolded them. They had rebelled, completely ignoring her.
The guards stared coldly at her and the old man, then went back to grabbing origin stones, not bothering to pay them any attention.
"Didn't you hear the young lady?" The old man roared, his body radiating killing intent.
"Young lady? We became guards of the Feng family only for the origin stones. Now that we have origin stones, why should we listen to her? What is she, anyway? Not bad-looking, though. Once I've grabbed enough stones, I might consider having some fun with her."
A lecherous voice rang out. A slightly stronger guard stared at Feng Ting, his eyes roaming over her body, lingering especially on her fuller curves. A lecherous gleam flickered in his eyes.
Hearing his words, the other guards grabbing stones burst into laughter. Young lady? How ridiculous!
Feng Ting's face turned pale with rage. The old man's chest heaved with fury, but there was nothing they could do.
"Young lady, let's collect stones too," the old man said. Feng Ting nodded, and the two of them began gathering origin stones as well. Relying on those guards was out of the question.
"Young lady, look over there!" As they collected stones, the old man's pupils contracted. He spotted a plant in the ground—nine leaves, emitting a faint glow.
"Nine Yang Grass! It's Nine Yang Grass!" Feng Ting's gaze trembled. Her whole body shook with excitement.
"Yes, it's Nine Yang Grass. Young lady, hurry and take it!" the old man said calmly, keeping his voice low.
Feng Ting understood. She nodded and walked over to the Nine Yang Grass. Carefully, she reached out her hand. She was just inches away from claiming it.
"Seven!"
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out. Feng Ting's hand grabbed empty air. The next moment, she saw the Nine Yang Grass vanish, and a figure brushed past her, shooting out of the ground.
"The seventh stalk." Lin Feng glanced at the Nine Yang Grass in his hand, a smile on his face. Then he stored it away.
"PS: You, you—if you don't give me flowers, I'll… I'll run naked. Tsk."
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