Chapter 578: Chapter 539: Six-star Marvel Crescent Hook, This Item is Ominous

Demon Suppression Pass, North Gate.

Song Ciwan waited in line for about half an hour before being cleared to exit the pass.

During this time, Wei Chi shadowed her every move, sometimes mentioning Du Xingheng’s habits and preferences, other times pulling various Elixirs, Talismans, and Array Plates from his Storage Ring to give to Song Ciwan.

’He wasn’t Young Master Duobao, he was a Money Scattering Child!’

It wasn’t until Song Ciwan reached the checkpoint that Wei Chi reluctantly bid her farewell.

Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought he harbored some deep affection for Song Ciwan.

Of course, Song Ciwan understood that Wei Chi was seeing her off with more gifts because he was worried her search for the person wouldn’t go smoothly.

Finally, Song Ciwan asked Wei Chi for one of Du Xingheng’s personal belongings.

And as it turned out, Wei Chi actually had something.

It was a Folding Fan Magical Artifact. Looking like it physically pained him, Wei Chi handed the fan to Song Ciwan.

He then said, "This is a Magical Artifact that Senior Sister Du used when she first began her Cultivation. Xing Lan Fairy, do you intend to use its aura to find her?"

Song Ciwan nodded. After giving her the folding fan, Wei Chi finally stepped obediently to the side.

Song Ciwan walked through the long gateway and stepped out of Demon Suppression Pass. The moment she was outside, she felt as if she had entered another world!

Indeed, she had left the Mortal World and entered a world of wind.

Violent gales blasted toward her. Amidst the whistling wind, the figures of the West Wind Army ahead had already vanished into the vast, wind-swept mist.

Groups of Demon Hunters also expertly dodged the gales and began heading into the distance.

Some people had actually recognized Song Ciwan and were tempted to invite this top-tier Celestial Pride to travel with them.

But few actually dared to approach and ask. Most knew perfectly well that a Celestial Pride had her own way of doing things. If she had truly wanted teammates, she would have found them long ago.

Song Ciwan stood at the gate for a moment, observing her surroundings. The world before her was desolate and vast, yet also hazy and filled with a grim, killing intent.

Danger was always hidden within the omnipresent, misty wind. Only the area within a hundred zhang of the Demon Suppression Pass gate offered a clear line of sight—

—this was clearly due to the Demon Suppression Pass’s City Defense Array, which pushed back the mist within a certain range, ensuring the vision of the soldiers guarding the walls was not obstructed.

Looking back at the city wall, though it was also a hundred zhang tall, the section by the North Gate was distinctly different from the one by the South Gate.

Every single one of the blackish-green bricks was etched with the weight of history and the heroic laments for lives lost.

Standing by the gate, one couldn’t help but feel a sense of inexplicable dread.

Song Ciwan did not linger. She firmly committed the wall’s location to memory, then set off, her steps light as she drifted into the distance.

Ordinarily, it was best not to fly over the Wind Mist Plain. The mist was too thick and the gales too fierce; flying too high could easily lead to disaster.

Of course, if you were strong enough to have no fear of these dangers, then all ordinary conventions could be broken.

Song Ciwan was in no hurry to break any conventions. She planned to familiarize herself with the environment first.

The mist was too thick, obstructing her vision, so Song Ciwan channeled the power of her Spiritual Eyes. With their enhancement, her sight could now pierce the mist to see things clearly within a range of about fifty zhang.

This range was at least ten times better than before.

Strange rustling sounds constantly echoed from within the mist. After walking about thirty li from Demon Suppression Pass, Song Ciwan personally witnessed a patch of what looked like solid, dark earth thirty zhang away suddenly turn gray and soft.

Then, five Cultivators who were walking across that patch of ground suddenly plunged downward.

Immediately after, twisted tentacles covered in suckers and spikes shot out from the gray, soft earth. They extended like lightning, instantly binding the five Cultivators trapped in the mud.

The five Cultivators had no time to react. The Defense Talismans and Magic Robes on their bodies shattered layer by layer as the tentacles pierced them and began greedily sucking their blood.

Just as the five were about to be completely wiped out, Song Ciwan, from a distance, raised her hand and summoned several rays of starlight, using her Star Cross Skill to kill the tentacles in the bog and rescue the five Cultivators.

It was a casual rescue. After saving them, Song Ciwan received several clusters of human desires.

[Human Desires: The fear, ecstasy, and relief of a mid-Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivator. Three jin and six taels. Can be sold.]

[Human Desires: The shock, ecstasy, and lingering fear of an Innate Third Transformation Martial Artist. Two jin and nine taels...]

[Human Desires...]

Having saved the people and collected their human desires, Song Ciwan quietly departed.

She was far away, and the mist obscured her, so the rescued individuals didn’t even know what had happened, much less who had saved them. In short, they had suddenly met with disaster and then, just as inexplicably, were saved by a stroke of luck.

When they came to their senses, a storm of emotions surged through them—shock, joy, and lingering terror. If nothing else, this provided Song Ciwan with another heap of human desires.

Song Ciwan currently had many items waiting to be sold in her Heaven and Earth Scale. As she walked at an unhurried pace, familiarizing herself with the environment of the Wind Mist Plain, she quickly sold off the items in the scale that were easy to trade.

For example, Grand General Guo’s severed finger!

This severed finger not only came from a Martial Arts Grandmaster but also contained a strange strand of Curse Power from the Ancient Divine Insect Race. Song Ciwan pondered for a moment and ultimately decided to sell it directly without adding anything else, just to see what she could get.

[You have sold one severed finger from a Martial Arts Grandmaster containing the Curse Power of the Ancient Divine Insect Race. You have obtained the Six-star Level Marvel, the Crescent Hook.]

Crescent Hook: A Six-star Level Marvel, single use.

When this hook is used, the stars will dim and the moon will tilt. It can lure a variant of the Ancient Divine Insect Race out of its shell, throwing it into a brief state of chaos.

Note: This item is ominous and may lead to unforeseen consequences. Use with caution.

Song Ciwan inspected the Crescent Hook through the Heaven and Earth Scale with her Thought, and her heart trembled.

A cursed severed finger had sold for the Crescent Hook!

The appearance of this item was even more significant than the Ancient God’s Horn.

In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through Song Ciwan’s mind. ’I must find the most opportune moment to use this Crescent Hook!’

With Grand General Guo’s finger sold, Song Ciwan moved on to selling the Malice from the Canglang Demon.

The Canglang Demon was at the Demon King Stage. In terms of Cultivation, this was a level higher than the Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting that Song Ciwan was currently focused on. Furthermore, since the Canglang Demon was Refining a Golden Core, its Malice would surely sell for a large amount of Lifespan.

Song Ciwan didn’t sell it inside Demon Suppression Pass but chose to do so on the Wind Mist Plain, harboring a subtle intention to test something.

[You have sold four jin and eight taels of Malice from a Demon King Stage Canglang Demon that was Refining a Golden Core. You have obtained 48,000 years of Lifespan.]

A vast power of Lifespan, like a cataclysmic flood, surged into Song Ciwan’s body.

This life-filled power arrived formless and without a trace. Aside from her feeling her own Lifespan skyrocket and her body developing a transcendent, floating sensation, everything around her remained unchanged, without the slightest disturbance.

On the Wind Mist Plain, the gales continued to rage and batter, and the mist remained as thick and deep as ever.

Only Song Ciwan stood frozen in place for a long, long time.

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