Chapter 74 Ancient Battlefield of Good and Evil

Today is the time for monthly salary distribution. After handing the decomposed corpse to Yuan Cheng, Song Wen received a monthly salary of thirty spirit stones.

In the past year and a half, Song Wen has not dared to slack off in his cultivation. Two months ago, he successfully advanced to the sixth level of Qi training. It was after that that his corpse transformation gradually became more serious.

After advancing to the sixth level of Qi training, Song Wen also controlled his exposed breath to the fourth level of Qi training.

In nearly two and a half years, he advanced to the middle stage of Qi training. This is considered an upper-middle level among the outer disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect. If he is lucky, he will have the opportunity to advance to the late stage of Qi training and become an inner disciple within six years of entering the sect.

After breaking through to the middle stage of Qi training, his treatment has also improved, with an additional ten spirit stones per month.

When Song Wen left the corpse cave, he asked Yuan Cheng for a month's leave. He needed time to deal with the problem of corpse transformation.

Yuan Cheng agreed very readily, but in his heart, he did not think that Song Wen would appear alive in the Corpse Demon Cave in a month. It was very likely that he would never come back.

In the past, most of the crazy corpse-dissolving people in the Corpse Demon Cave would choose to go out to find opportunities when they faced mental collapse, but only one in ten people would come back alive and solve their mental problems.

They either died in various crises in the search for opportunities, or their mental collapse completely reduced them to walking corpses, or even worse, they were killed by their relatives or fellow disciples and became opportunities for others.

Song Wen returned to the cave, changed his appearance, packed some things, and went straight to the market.

On the way to the market, he found a hidden corner where no one was, and Song Wen removed the cover of his physical body to his cultivation aura, and fully revealed his aura of the sixth level of Qi training.

At this time, he had become a pale, young casual cultivator.

After looking himself up and down, Song Wen felt that he was not safe enough, so he took out a cloak to cover his whole body, put on a ghost head mask with red eyebrows and fangs, and nodded with satisfaction.

Arriving at the market, Song Wen entered an inn, walked through the inn lobby, and came to a thatched house in the backyard of the inn.

After showing a wooden token to the guard in front of the thatched house, he was allowed to pass.

Entering the thatched house, what I saw was a narrow staircase leading to the underground. After walking down the stairs and walking for dozens of meters, the view finally opened up.

An underground hall with a width of several acres appeared in front of me, and there were many small caves around the hall.

There were many cultivators coming and going in the hall, including both casual cultivators and disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect. Most of them covered their appearance, so even if Song Wen was wearing a cloak and a ghost head mask on his face, he didn't look out of place here.

This is the underground ghost market for cultivators created by a certain Jindan ancestor of the Corpse Demon Sect.

Here, the monks can trade the cultivation resources they want and buy some intelligence.

However, in this ghost market where monks trade directly, the authenticity of the goods and intelligence cannot be guaranteed. The authenticity depends on the monks' own judgment.

In the center of the hall, there is a circle of counters with several old men sitting at the counters. They are the managers of this ghost market. Their main function is to match the transactions between monks and the collection and exchange of intelligence, a bit like the brokers in the secular world.

Song Wen walked up to an old man and showed the wooden token again.

After the old man looked at the number engraved on the wooden token, he walked out of the counter and led Song Wen to one of the caves on the edge of the hall.

More than a month ago, Song Wen was able to enter this underground ghost market through the introduction of the stall owner Brother Xu.

He spent a hundred spirit stones to buy information about the empty cicada wood from the old man.

According to intelligence, a cultivator saw the trace of the empty cicada wood in an underground cave in the ancient battlefield of good and evil, but the empty cicada wood was guarded by a powerful resentful ghost, and no one succeeded in retrieving the empty cicada wood.

It is said that the ancient battlefield was tens of thousands of years ago, when the righteous and evil sides fought each other. The evil cultivators were defeated and wanted to reverse the situation, so they plundered countless mortals, used the flesh and blood and souls of mortals to set up the blood god formation, and killed a large number of righteous cultivators here.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and what happened at the time is no longer verifiable.

But the piles of bones buried in the ancient battlefield, the ghosts floating around, the wandering corpses everywhere, the corpse gas and yin gas that linger all year round, all show the cruelty of the war that year.

Although the ancient battlefield is dangerous, it hides many treasures and secrets.

Sometimes cultivators find the fragments of powerful magic weapons left over from the war, and some people find the skills. In the cave of the ancient battlefield, there are also some unique spiritual medicines growing.

This led many cultivators to look for opportunities, but they were basically cultivators in the Qi training stage.

The ancient battlefield had been searched countless times by predecessors, and the truly powerful magic weapons and skills had long been taken away by predecessors. Most of the ones left behind were those that others looked down upon.

The purpose of Song Wen's trip was to join an adventure team going to the cave and wait for an opportunity to obtain the empty cicada wood.

This was also the reason why Song Wen had to expose all his cultivation. His cultivation was not high to begin with. If he still hid his cultivation, it would be easy for these desperate men who licked blood on the tip of the knife to look down on him, which would bring him unnecessary trouble.

The old man took Song Wen to the entrance of the cave and turned away.

Song Wen entered the cave alone.

There were already three men and one woman in the cave, four people in it.

Seeing Song Wen coming in, a middle-aged male cultivator with a strong ghost aura said.

"Are you the Taoist friend with a flying boat?"

Song Wen nodded and did not speak.

After receiving a positive answer, the middle-aged male cultivator said again.

"Okay, everyone is here, everyone introduce yourself."

At this time, a burly man next to him stared at Song Wen and spoke in a bad tone.

"Wait, I, Niu Ding, never travel with guys who hide their heads and show their tails. People like them like to do something behind people's backs."

Song Wen heard this, and the corner of his mouth twitched, thinking: This Niu Ding is quite accurate in judging people.

Then, Song Wen took off his mask and cloak, revealing the pale face of the young cultivator.

Seeing Song Wen's cooperation, the unhappy expression on Niu Ding's face disappeared, and he said.

"My name is Niu Ding, Qi training level 7."

The middle-aged male cultivator said, "Xuan Ye, Qi training level 7."

Song Wen said, "Guo Tao, Qi training level 6."

Song Wen said the pseudonym 'Guo Tao' without thinking. In fact, the names of others may not be their real names. Among the demon cultivators, how many people will show their real names?

At this time, only the man and the woman had not introduced themselves.

Unlike the others who intentionally distanced themselves from the others, the two stood very close to each other. It was obvious that they knew each other well, and they knew each other well enough to trust each other.

The man looked ordinary, the kind that you would not find if you threw him into the crowd.

The woman, on the other hand, had a slim figure and outstanding looks, and was full of the mature flavor of a young woman, but her face was cold and she looked like she was keeping people away.

The man glanced at the woman and saw that she had no intention of speaking, so he spoke.

"My name is Lao Chun, and I am at the sixth level of Qi training."

He pointed at the young woman and said, "This is my senior sister, Zi Yi, who is at the seventh level of Qi training."