Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 749 - 631: Creation Is Formless, Sneaking Into the Military Camp_3

"When you gain enlightenment, you will feel something different!"

Ning Xue nodded, seemingly understanding yet not fully comprehending.

Lu Xuanji smiled and didn't explain further.

Many things require personal enlightenment; no matter how much others speak, it is useless.

With a flicker of his figure, Lu Xuanji returned to Song Country, becoming the Sovereign of Song. As for Ning Xue, she acquired a new identity as one of his consorts.

Ning Xue said, "Master, you're merely controlling a small Nascent Soul country, which is too insignificant. You should at least try to control some Divinity Transformation nations."

Lu Xuanji replied, "This time, I plan to make a move against a Divinity Transformation cultivator, but it's best if they're a Loose Cultivator. That way, the risk of exposure is smaller."

After a few more instructions, Ning Xue entered a secret chamber to start comprehending the laws of this world.

Lu Xuanji's figure flickered and disappeared.

In standard channels, it's too difficult to acquire a World Stone or cultivation resources, so one must resort to unconventional channels.

Similarly, in a stable society with orderly regulations, obtaining treasures is extremely difficult; but in today's era, with constant warfare and chaos, opportunities have become plentiful.

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The Feiyu World is half a grade higher than the Purple Mansion World, vast and boundless with many adventures and relics, so much so that even the Immortals cannot fully control all situations. Especially during the great catastrophe, hidden relics and treasures emerged one after another.

Many cultivators, during the idle time of war, ventured out to seek various treasures and encounters. In a great desert, there was a Secret Realm.

At this moment, two Divinity Transformation cultivators were engaged in a great battle.

Destructive Sword Qi clashed, flames soared as the two cultivators fought fiercely, all because they discovered some treasures in the Secret Realm, and the friendship boat capsized.

Friends turned into enemies, with only one goal: to kill the opponent.

After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, the void shattered, and the body of one cultivator was torn apart, perishing on the spot.

"Haha, this Divine Blood Stone can enhance the Bloodline Level, valued at least a million Immortal Essence." A handsome man clutched a stone, a touch of madness and a hint of joy flashing in his expression.

Immortal Essence is the currency of the Feiyu World.

A million Immortal Essence is enough to make many cultivators risk their lives in a life-and-death battle.

"A good prey!"

Just then, a shadow descended, and with a mere wave of the hand, the handsome man fell unconscious, completely losing awareness.

"Phone, proceed with the deduction!"

Lu Xuanji said calmly as the phone collected numerous pieces of information and deduced related information.

Urged by the Power of Creation, his body changed, flesh transformed, soul breath shifted, and Divine Techniques altered, completely becoming another person.

Loose Cultivator, Qin Feng.

Qin Feng, once born in a great sect, later fell to the status of a Loose Cultivator due to a powerful enemy's assault.

Summoned by the war effort, Qin Feng joined the front lines of the battlefield.

In general, disguising one's appearance is not difficult, but the tricky part is the soul breath. Every cultivator has a unique soul breath, akin to an identity card, easily enabling one to discern true identity.

At this moment, under the transformation of the Power of Creation, he perfectly became Qin Feng.

He also acquired Qin Feng's memories, allowing him to pass off convincingly.

With a flicker of his figure, Qin Feng disappeared.

Ahead appeared a huge military camp, and the city was vast and boundless, with many cultivators coming and going.

Upon arriving at the military camp, a Divine Thought immediately scanned over, discerning his soul breath, and confirmed it without a doubt within three breaths.

Lu Xuanji safely entered the military camp.

During wartime, various inspections are extremely stringent. Fortunately, everything was anticipated, the Power of Creation perfectly transforming everything, transforming illusion into reality, passing the checks, and entering the military camp.

External checks were quite strict, but internally it was quite relaxed.

There were cultivators setting up stalls, selling certain items; some entering brothels, enjoying themselves; others negotiating prices with street vendor owners; and some trading certain slaves.

The entire military camp was like a huge bustling marketplace.

However, the weakest cultivator entering the camp had at least Nascent Soul Cultivation.

A considerable number of cultivators had Divinity Transformation Cultivation.

In the face of world wars, even Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation were just slightly larger cannon fodder.

Arriving at a small stall, Lu Xuanji took out an item, placed it in front, set up a small array, and inscribed a wooden sign, beginning to vend certain items.

Soon, cultivators came to inquire, and Lu Xuanji responded.

Some transactions succeeded, while others quickly passed by.

Seemingly thinking of something, Lu Xuanji directly took out the [Divine Blood Stone], placed it on the stall, and set up an array around it. Despite the array's isolation, when the [Divine Blood Stone] appeared, everyone was still stunned.

"The Divine Blood Stone, consuming it can enhance the Bloodline Level!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"This is an unparalleled treasure!"

"If I refine this Divine Blood Stone, perhaps I can break through limitations, enhancing my potential!"

"This Divine Blood Stone is priced at least a million Immortal Essence. If met with a wealthy buyer, the price might soar to 1.2 million Immortal Essence."

Everyone looked with fervent eyes, many wishing to rush forward to rob it.

But the military camp had rules, prohibiting robbery and fighting.

Many unruly sorts already had their heads displayed above the city gates.

"Qin Feng, was Zhao Long not with you when you went to some Secret Realm? Why did you return alone this time?" Just then, an acquaintance asked.

"Alas, this time luck wasn't favorable, entering the Secret Realm and encountering a life-and-death catastrophe. Zhao Long died there, and I narrowly escaped. This time, I'll sell this Divine Blood Stone; half the money will be mine, and half will go to Zhao Long's widow!" Lu Xuanji sighed lightly, seemingly grieving.

But everyone looking at him had eyes burning with a mix of fervor and greed.

If it weren't for the severe discipline within the camp, a swarm of cultivators might have already rushed up and finished him off.