Chapter Ninety-One: One More Ominous Than the Last

Li Yunfei had deliberately left the skeleton warrior and the little fox outside the sea of thunder, waiting for the green zombie to leap out before driving it back in, because this Eight-Direction Savage Thunder Formation made no distinction between friend and foe; it recognized only the origin of power.

The thunder within the formation was forged from a resplendent, exorcising force. If Li Yunfei went in himself, he could use his Eight Trigrams Dao Robe to transform the spiritual power within him into exorcising force, letting it spread around his body and share the same source as the thunder sea, thus avoiding its attacks.

But the blade qi the skeleton warrior unleashed with soul power, and the eerie foxfire the little fox condensed from fire essence, were neither of the same source as the thunder in the formation, nor even of the same nature.

Once the blade qi and foxfire entered the formation, they would be consumed by the thunder sea just like the green cloud pushed out by the Skeleton King, and would never even reach their target.

The Three Powers Demon-Subduing Talisman Formation and the Eight-Direction Savage Thunder Formation were both born of the same exorcising force, so they would not interfere with or wear each other away. Instead, they joined forces against the Skeleton King, the only discordant existence.

In less than ten minutes, the Skeleton King was dead, dead in the most stifling and miserable fashion, and never once in death did he manage to take another look at the world.

Li Yunfei kept replenishing the giant talisman banners and heavenly thunder, wrapping the Skeleton King in the banners and grinding him to death inch by inch.

With the Skeleton King’s death, Li Yunfei and the little fox each rose to level 38, while the skeleton warrior reached level 27.

Grinding monsters three levels above himself, Li Yunfei and the little fox each gained five levels in a single dungeon, their strength surging yet again.

"Dungeon cleared. Leave now?"

Hearing the system prompt, Li Yunfei finally felt at ease enough to dismiss the heavenly thunder and halt the Eight-Direction Savage Thunder Formation. He then walked into the field to clean up the battlefield.

The mass grave dungeon alone dropped more than 320,000 in cash, while the green zombies also yielded several bloodthirsty flying swords and more than a dozen blood pills.

The rest were still bone-spirit seals, soul pills, array materials, and blue talisman paper.

He did not bother selling them again, since the system shop already stocked them.

He could keep a portion of the blood pills and soul pills for Zhang Ziying, and if she wanted it, he could even give her a bloodthirsty flying sword. After selling it and buying it back, he would lose some spiritual stones.

Though he was no longer short of such petty sums, there was no reason to suffer a needless loss.

He glanced at the spiritual stone count in the system storage: 989,870,420 grams. If exchanged entirely for cash, that would be nearly nine trillion yuan.

How was anyone supposed to spend that much? It was enough to make a person miserable.

Li Yunfei basked in his own mock-villainous Versailles-like indulgence while gathering the spoils with his divine sense.

The Skeleton King had also dropped a flying sword. This one was larger in design, and its color was a dark green of the same vein as the Skeleton King himself.

It was about one meter ten in length, roughly three fingers wide, and throughout its body there flowed a faint, ominous green radiance that inspired unease.

After receiving the information on this flying sword, Li Yunfei’s teeth ached. It truly was a specialty of supernatural dungeons: these weapons and treasures were becoming more and more vicious and sinister.

And the weapons and treasures dropped from supernatural dungeons were, as a rule, infused with additional damage against living things, while offering little extra effect against undead or ghostly entities.

Green-Venom Bone-Spirit Flying Sword: three feet four inches long, one and a half inches wide. When held in hand or controlled with divine sense and striking a target, it releases bone-spirit green venom, rapidly dissolving the target’s flesh and leaving only intact bones behind. If spiritual power is infused into it, it can release a wide-area bone-spirit green venom mist.

Note: The Green-Venom Skeleton King was adept at using this poison to mass-produce skeletons, then transforming them into skeleton monsters to serve as his subordinates.

After absorbing the information on the green-venom flying sword, Li Yunfei shook his head repeatedly.

The bloodthirsty flying sword, with its blood-drinking, self-serving nature, was already enough to get him denounced by all the righteous guardians as a demon of the evil path.

If he used the green-venom flying sword in front of others, he might very well be directly branded as a fiend of the devil’s ranks.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, this flying sword had clearly been refined by him himself. If he were not a devil, why would he forge such a vicious blade?

Li Yunfei looked up at the heavens in wordless frustration. Could he not be given a normal flying sword for once? Even the most ordinary fire-attribute or ice-attribute one would do!

Even if it had poison, let it be like snake venom, something that caused suffocation or internal bleeding at worst, and one could barely accept it. But this poison was outrageously vile, damn it...

Sigh...

With an exhausted sigh, Li Yunfei casually tossed the green-venom flying sword to the system shop. It was unexpectedly valuable: sold, it fetched 50 grams of spiritual stones; bought, it would cost 175 grams.

There was no helping it. Unless he was in a dungeon and had no other choice, he might use this sword there, but in the real world he absolutely did not dare.

After tidying up the spoils, Li Yunfei chose to leave the dungeon.

Just like the graveyard dungeon, there was only a flash before his eyes, and he returned to the real world. The mass grave showed not the slightest change.

Aside from the system no longer prompting him that it had discovered the mass grave dungeon, nothing at all had altered.

But there was still another Yellow Immortal dungeon here. When he was level 33, he had challenged a level 36 dungeon three levels above him and cleared it smoothly, gaining five levels in one go.

Now he was level 38. If he challenged three levels above again, that would be a level 41 dungeon. Should he...?

Li Yunfei felt a little tempted. The Eight-Direction Savage Thunder Formation had not yet been withdrawn, so why not simply take advantage of that and do it again?

But after careful and prudent consideration, he still gave up on that enticing idea.

The biggest reason was that dungeons from level 30 to level 40 corresponded to the Spiritual Mobility realm.

Though level 33 and level 36 differed by three levels, both still lay within the scope of Spiritual Mobility.

One was at the early stage of Spiritual Mobility, the other at the middle stage. At most, they differed by a minor realm.

The monsters within the dungeon might be somewhat stronger, but still within the normal range; there was no qualitative change.

Although level 38 and level 41 also differed by only three levels, that was already a gap between major realms.

The difference between Spiritual Mobility and Nether Soul was not merely the difference between spiritual sense and divine sense; it was a matter of essence.

A dungeon corresponding to the Nether Soul realm would never have monsters on the same level as those in a Spiritual Mobility dungeon.

For all he knew, once he entered, what awaited him would not be beasts at all, but true demons or monsters.

After all, this place already had a spirit-beast Yellow Immortal. Since it was already a demon beast in reality, once it entered a dungeon and was strengthened by the system, there was no guarantee it would not turn into a demon or monster.

Just like the former Beast Battle Field dungeon: in reality, the donkey-headed wolf king and the white boar king only possessed the cultivation of a little over level 30.

Yet the system prompt gave the dungeon a level of 66 to 70, damn it—that was the realm of middle Nascent Soul through late Nascent Soul to early Sun Spirit!

If he entered that dungeon, the white boar king and donkey-headed wolf king would absolutely transform instantly into monsters.

He might even face humanoid fiends wielding wolf-tooth clubs and great butcher blades, and perhaps even using a bit of demon sorcery, just like the ones in Journey to the West.

To be safe, he should find another mass grave dungeon to farm first and wait until he reached level 40 or above before deciding.

Although soul pills had greatly strengthened his soul and caused his Nether Soul to condense prematurely, his soul’s power had improved while his spiritual power cultivation had not kept pace. The gap between him and a true Nether Soul realm cultivator was still vast.

The advancement of every major realm was not merely a matter of greater spiritual power quantity; the quality was on an entirely different level as well.

This could be clearly seen from the consumption involved in controlling flying swords.

If his spiritual power cultivation also reached the Nether Soul realm, the cost of wielding flying swords would absolutely be far lower.

Because ten percent of cultivation in the Nether Soul realm and ten percent in the Spiritual Mobility realm were worlds apart.

It was like the difference between one cubic meter of gold and one cubic meter of silver: the volume might be the same, but gold weighed far more than silver.