"In addition, all the spirit stones obtained from exchange need to be used to purchase soul-abundling materials to prepare more goods."
More than 100 million spirit stones are 100 materials, plus the ninety left behind. Ye Feng conservatively estimated that he could engrave more than 30 soul-abundant inscriptions that could carry the body.
Two thousand five million per coin.
Thirty pieces.
That's as much as 700 million...
"After the matter is completed, we will all give away these spirit stones in the sweeping door, and everyone has a share, and there are many."
A faint voice echoed in the hall, and the people who heard it all showed excitement on their faces.
Before Ye Feng came, the sweeping door would burn the incense if he didn't get bullied. How could there be a good thing like dividing spirit stones?
"Junior Brother Ye, don't worry, we all listen to you, and I won't reveal any news even if I beat me to death."
"Yes, from now on, you will be our boss, the owner of the sweeping sect, haha..."
Wang Yuwei and Ren Guofei waved their fists excitedly, while Tang Ge looked at Ye Feng with admiration, with a slightly red face, eyes blurred.
"Then do it like that. I'll go to the inscription now. You can collect the materials quickly and make a big profit before the inscription master conference."
"Now, go and start the action separately!"
Waving his hand and looking at the enthusiastic people, Ye Feng also returned to the second floor room with a hint of longing. After a little renovation, he fell into the world of inscriptions again...
...
As night fell, the entire Diyuan Sect fell into silence, and the candlelight gradually faded.
Inside a luxurious attic on the inner door, the lights are still extremely bright, but the breath in the entire attic is a little gloomy.
In the middle of the huge hall, a young man with a good temperament sat upright on his priest chair, with a cold and evil spirit on his face.
This man was wearing a black inscription master robe, and his chest was on his face... There was a badge of the inscription master, and the four golden patterns above looked extremely dazzling.
Next to him, more than a dozen inner disciples of Diyuan Sect stood awkwardly, most of whom were third-grade inscription masters.
"Who is it? After eating the courage of the bear heart and leopard, he dared to sell the inscriptions of the soul under our noses. Moreover, the price is only 21 million yuan?"
The young man looked up with a bad expression, and a cold light burst out from his eyes, sweeping towards everyone in front of him.
"Senior Brother Qing, those things were not sold directly to the inner disciples. It seemed that they had been transferred several times and were transferred from the outer courtyard to the inner disciples. The source was too complicated, so it was difficult to check clearly..."
A disciple beside him replied dejectedly.
Hearing this, the young man's face became even colder, and he reached out to pick up an inscription in front of him.
If Ye Feng was here, he could recognize at a glance that the inscription "Soul Concentration" that flashed inspiration was from his own hands.
"The quality is high, and the spiritual strength can be increased by about two levels behind the body. The inscription master who engraved this inscription has a level of more than 99% of the third-grade inscription masters."
"I have asked about this matter about Yuan Alliance. It was not done by the people in Yuan Alliance, and they were also very angry. After all, if it was allowed to be circulated, the income of our two major organizations... would inevitably be greatly reduced."
Click!
With a grip on the air, the inscription of Soul worth more than 20 million was shattered, but there was no trace of pain in the eyes of the young man.
He slowly stood up, and a trace of anger emanated from his frost-like face.
"check!"
"Check me hard, even if I dig three feet into the inner courtyard, I will still pull out the man. It's not that easy to seize food from my Qing Zhenyi!"
"Senior Brother Qing, since this inscription comes from the outer courtyard, will that inscription master... be... a native of the outer courtyard?"
There was an inscriptionist next to him trembling and asked carefully.
"Disciple of the Outer Court?"
Qing Zhenyi frowned suddenly, then a hint of sarcasm flashed across her face, and she shouted without hesitation: "Are you crazy about losing your heart? The outer courtyard...will there be such a high-quality inscription master?"
Under his ridicule, the third-grade inscription master suddenly turned red and did not dare to say more after taking a step back.
Yes, it is not easy to produce a real inscription master for the garbage in the outer courtyard. How could there be an inscription master?
What I said was indeed a bit abrupt.
"Get down, start tonight, open my eyes one by one, stare at any corner, be sure to find that guy!"
One by one, one by one, was rushing out...
...
"Damn it, finally finished!"
A few days later, a sound of relief came from outside the servant building. Zhong Ziqi and dozens of outer disciples all stepped on the broom in their hands.
"After a month of bird breath, Senior Brother Zhong and Senior Brother Bu in Neimen have come out of seclusion? You must not let that kid go easily."
"I am also an outer sect of Diyuan Sect. I have been swept away every day for the past month and I have lost all my face."
A group of disciples cursed and looked at the tall loft not far away, spitting hard.
After being taught a lesson by Ye Feng last time, Zhong Ziqi became much gloomy. Although he was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he could not see too many expressions on his face, and he just punched the tree trunk on the roadside.
I swept the floor for a month, and today is the last day, and it is finally over.
Over the past month, they have replaced their servile disciples to clean the sanitation in the outer courtyard, and are ridiculed by other disciples almost every day. Several times, Zhong Ziqi couldn't help but want to give up, but he was afraid that Ye Feng would come to the door, so he finally took the upper hand in reason and endured it.
.
"Hmm? Someone is here."
"Strange... are they still two inner inscription masters?"
Zhong Ziqi's face changed slightly, he signaled to everyone behind, and quickly retreated to both sides of the road.
Two figures walked towards him, with a proud posture, and they didn't even look at the group of outer disciples who were sweeping the floor, but their eyes fell on the mailbox dozens of feet away opposite him.
"It's really unlucky. You and me are two third-grade inscription masters, with such a high status. They were actually sent to patrol such a low-level place?"
One of them said with complaints.
"There's no way. Senior Brother Qing Zhenyi was furious. This time he couldn't find the master of inscription, so he would definitely not give up. But I don't understand it. I have turned the inner door upside down in the past few days, but I haven't found it.
For any useful clues, Senior Brother Qing will expand the scope of the exploration to the entire outer courtyard, but why don’t you even let the mailbox go?”
"Is it possible that there may be any master of inscription among the peddlers? Haha, what a joke!"
Another sneered dissatisfied.
"You can't say anything, someone has seen the figure of a serious disciple in the inscription hall. That's why Senior Brother Qing asked us to come here to investigate."
"Oh, to be honest, you have also seen the inscription of the Soul engraved by the other party. Even with the level of Senior Brother Qing's fourth-grade inscription master, it may not be more perfect than the one engraved by that person. If it is really circulated, it will be a huge net for us.
To crack down, everyone's money bags... will shrink significantly."
"That's right. Judging from the situation this time, whoever finds the source of the circulation of the Soul Inscription is the first to find the source of the circulation of the Soul Inscription, no matter our Luowang or the Yuan Alliance, we will definitely have a lot of rewards..."
The voices gradually faded, and two figures passed through the square and disappeared in front of them.
The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. Zhong Ziqi and others, who were standing beside him, listened to all the words of the two Luowang inscription masters.