Chapter 1560 Luo Wang Qing Zhenyi
"In addition, all the spirit stones exchanged need to be used to purchase soul-accumulating materials in order to prepare more goods. Situ Reading.\\nＣＯＭ"
With more than 100 million spirit stones, that's one hundred pieces of material, plus the ninety pieces left over from last time. Ye Feng conservatively estimates that he can successfully engrave more than thirty soul-containing inscriptions that can carry the physical body.
Twenty-five million a piece.
Thirty pieces.
That’s as much as 7.8 billion...
"After the work is completed, these spiritual stones will be divided among our sweepers. Everyone will have a share, no more than one."
The faint voice echoed in the hall, and the faces of those who listened showed excitement.
Before Ye Feng came, the sweeper would have burned a lot of incense if he was not bullied into a dog. How could such a good thing as the Spiritual Separation Stone happen to him?
"Junior brother Ye, don't worry, we all listen to you, even if you kill me, I won't leak any information."
"Yes, from now on, you will be our boss, the sweeper, haha..."
Wang Yuwei and Ren Guofei waved their fists excitedly, while Tang Ge looked at Ye Feng with admiration, with a slightly red face and blurred eyes.
"Then let's do it. I'm going to make the inscription now. You guys hurry up and collect the materials. You must make a lot of money before the Inscription Master Conference is held."
"Now split up and start taking action!"
After waving his hands and looking at the enthusiastic people, Ye Feng returned to the room on the second floor with a hint of longing. After a little repair, he fell into the world of inscriptions again...
…
As night fell, the entire Diyuan Sect fell into silence, and the candles gradually extinguished.
Inside a luxurious attic at the inner gate, the lights were still extremely bright, but the atmosphere in the entire attic was a bit gloomy.
In the center of the huge hall, a young man with good temperament sat on the Taishi chair, with a cold and evil aura on his cold face.
This person was wearing a black inscription master robe, and on his chest... there was an inscription master badge, and the four golden lines above it looked extremely dazzling.
Beside him, there were more than a dozen inner disciples of Diyuan Sect standing awkwardly, most of them were third-level inscription masters.
"Who is it? You dare to sell the soul-containing inscription under our eyes, and the price is only 21 million?!"
The young man suddenly raised his head with an unkind expression, and a cold light burst out from his eyes, sweeping towards the people in front of him.
"Senior Brother Qing, those things were not sold directly to the inner sect disciples. They seemed to have changed hands several times and were passed from the outer courtyard to the inner sect. The source is too complicated, so it is difficult to find out clearly..."
A disciple beside him replied dejectedly.
Hearing this, the young man's face became even more grim, and he reached out and picked up an inscription in front of him.
If Ye Feng were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this flashing "soul-containing" inscription was made by his own hand.
"The quality is high. After being carried into the body, the mental strength can be increased by about two levels. The inscription master who carved this inscription has a level that exceeds more than 99% of the third-grade inscription masters."
"I have asked the Yuan League about this matter. It was not done by anyone in the Yuan League. They are also very angry. After all, if it is allowed to circulate, the income of our two major organizations... will inevitably be greatly reduced."
Click!
With a fist in the air, the soul-containing inscription worth more than 20 million exploded into pieces, but there was no trace of physical pain in the young man's eyes.
He stood up slowly, a trace of anger coming from his frost-like face.
"check!"
"Check me hard, even if you dig three feet into the inner courtyard, you still have to find that person. It's not that easy to steal food from my mouth, Qing Zhenyi!"
"Senior Brother Qing, since this inscription comes from the outer courtyard, could the inscription master... be from the outer courtyard?"
An inscriptionist next to him trembled and asked cautiously.
"Disciples from the outer courtyard?"
Qing Zhenyi frowned suddenly, and then a hint of sarcasm flashed across his face, and he shouted in an unceremonious voice: "Are you crazy and frustrated? How can there be such a master of inscriptions in the outer courtyard?"
Under his ridicule, the third-level inscription master suddenly blushed and took a step back without daring to say anything.
Yes, it is not easy for those rubbish in the outer courtyard to produce a real inscription master. How can there be an inscription master?
What he said was indeed a bit abrupt.
"Everyone, get out of here. From tonight onwards, everyone will make their eyes wide open. Keep an eye on every corner and be sure to find that guy!"
One by one, hurried figures filed out...
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"Damn it, it's finally done!"
A few days later, a sound of relief came from outside the servant building. Zhong Ziqi and dozens of outer disciples trampled the broomsticks in their hands to pieces.
"After suffering from the bird's odor for a month, Senior Brother Zhong, when will Senior Brother Neimenbu come out of seclusion? We must not let that kid go easily."
"I am also the outer sect of the Diyuan Sect after all. I have been sweeping the floor every day for the past month, and I have lost all my face."
A group of disciples were cursing, looking at the tall attic not far away, and spitting fiercely.
After being taught a lesson by Ye Feng last time, Zhong Ziqi became much gloomier. Although he was also gritting his teeth with hatred, there was not much expression on his face. He just punched the tree trunk on the roadside hard.
After sweeping the floor for a month, today is the last day, and it is finally coming to an end.
In the past month, they had replaced the handyman disciples in cleaning the outer courtyard, and were ridiculed by other disciples almost every day. Zhong Ziqi couldn't help but want to give up several times, and he was afraid that Ye Feng would come knocking on his door. In the end, his reason prevailed and he endured it. .
"Huh? Someone is coming."
"Strange...there are actually two inner inscription masters?"
Zhong Ziqi's expression changed slightly as he was about to leave. He gestured to the people behind him and quickly retreated to both sides of the road.
Two figures walked towards each other with arrogant postures. They didn't even glance at the group of outer disciples sweeping the floor, but their eyes fell on the servants' building dozens of feet away.
"It's really unlucky. You and I, two third-grade inscription masters, have such a high status that we were sent to patrol such a low-level place?"
One of them said grumblingly.
"There's no way. Senior brother Qing Zhenyi is furious. He won't give up if he can't find the inscription master this time. But junior brother, I don't understand. I've turned the inner door upside down in the past few days and still can't find it. If there are any useful clues, Senior Brother Qing will expand the scope of the investigation to the entire outer courtyard, why won't he even let go of the Miscellaneous Building?"
"Is it possible that there might be some inscription master among the handyman disciples? Haha, what a joke!"
Another person sneered dissatisfiedly.
"Don't tell me, someone has actually seen the handyman disciple in the Inscription Hall. That's why Senior Brother Qing asked us to come here to investigate."
"Hey, to be honest, you have also seen the soul-containing inscription engraved by the other party. Even if you are a fourth-grade inscription master of Senior Brother Qing, you may not be able to carve it more perfectly than that person. If it really spreads, it will be a huge net for us. This blow will cause everyone’s pockets to shrink dramatically.”
"That's right. Looking at the situation this time, whoever is the first to find the source of the circulation of the soul-containing inscription, whether it is our network or the Yuan Alliance, will definitely be rewarded..."
The voices gradually faded, and the two figures crossed the square and disappeared in front.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Zhong Ziqi and others, who were standing aside, listened to the words of the two snare inscription masters.
