Chapter 1725: Yuan Ying Late-Stage Ghost Creature

To his knowledge, Snow Ginseng Fruit Trees only grow on glaciers over ten thousand years old. This type of fruit tree has extremely demanding environmental requirements and cannot be easily transplanted.

Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up with joy. Even if he consumed it raw, his magic power would increase significantly.

A three-thousand-year-old spiritual fruit would be perfectly suitable for refining a fifth-tier elixir. However, the Snow Ginseng Fruit is only the main ingredient; other spiritual herbs would still be needed.

The mere presence of a three-thousand-year-old spiritual fruit here suggested that further treasure hunting could yield even greater rewards.

"This kind of fruit tree easily withers if transplanted," Wang Ruyan said happily. "Judging by its age, this Snow Ginseng Fruit Tree is at least ten thousand years old. It would be perfect for refining a set of spirit treasures." In the past, constrained by his artifact-refining skills, Wang Changsheng couldn't refine spirit treasures even with ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wood. Now, things were different; his artifact-refining skills had significantly improved. As long as he had sufficiently good materials, he could now refine spirit treasures.

There were a total of twelve Snow Ginseng Fruits. Wang Changsheng carefully picked all twelve, gave one to the Ape King, and placed the remaining eleven into individual jade boxes.

Wang Changsheng released his Wood Demon, instructing it, "Transplant this fruit tree, but don't damage its roots."

The Wood Demon was highly skilled at transplanting rare spiritual herbs and fruit trees, capable of ensuring the spiritual plant's root system remained completely intact.

The Wood Demon extended numerous roots, piercing into the ice layer, which then cracked.

Huang Fugui's face was filled with envy. He had no idea there was a Snow Ginseng Fruit Tree here and didn't even dare to hope for a whole fruit; getting a piece of the Snow Ginseng wood would be good enough.

Returning outside, Wang Changsheng took out his Seven-Star Demon-Slaying Blade and cleaved at the Azure Blue Snow Crystal.

RUMBLE!

The ground shook and the mountains swayed as the Azure Blue Snow Crystal shattered into pieces, with smaller fragments falling to the ground.

Wang Changsheng effortlessly collected all the Azure Blue Snow Crystals.

Accompanied by a loud crash, a large number of green thorny vines crawled out of the ice cave, carrying the Snow Ginseng Fruit Tree, its roots perfectly intact.

"Young friend Huang," Wang Changsheng said, "lead us to other places. The more valuable things we find, the greater your reward. I will not treat you unfairly."

Wang Changsheng's voice was full of temptation; for someone like Huang Fugui, incentives were necessary for him to work diligently.

Huang Fugui patted his chest and agreed. Even if Wang Changsheng didn't offer incentives, he would still work diligently, as Wang Changsheng was his greatest hope for returning to the East Litchi Realm, a feat Huang Fugui couldn't accomplish on his own.

Exiting the ice cave, Wang Changsheng put dozens of Snow Apes into his spirit beast orb. It would take considerable time to tame them, and they were not much help at the moment.

Two days later, they appeared at the foot of a sloping snow mountain. Not far away was an ice cave over ten zhang wide that extended downwards, with the ground and walls covered in ice.

"Senior Wang," Huang Fugui said, pointing to the ice cave, "there's a top-tier fourth-rank demon beast in here. It's skilled in ice and wind elemental abilities. I don't know anything beyond that."

Huang Fugui explained that the demon beast had discovered him as soon as he entered the cave, forcing him to immediately flee. He didn't know what treasures were inside, but the presence of a top-tier fourth-rank demon beast guarding it meant there must be something valuable.

Wang Changsheng raised an eyebrow. With a flick of his wrist, a Soul-Devouring Golden Cicada flew out. It was still a top-tier third-rank creature. While Soul-Devouring Golden Cicadas could feed back spiritual sense, their advancement was too slow, which made Wang Changsheng understand why Myriad Beast Island didn't mass-cultivate them.

According to Gongsun Yang, throughout Myriad Beast Island's history, only one Nascent Soul cultivator had ever successfully cultivated a fourth-rank Soul-Devouring Golden Cicada.

If the Soul-Devouring Golden Cicada advanced to the fourth-rank, it would feed back even more spiritual sense to Wang Changsheng.

The Soul-Devouring Golden Cicada became restless, emitting a series of low hisses.

Wang Ruyan also released a third-rank Soul-Devouring Golden Cicada, one male and one female, their calls echoing back and forth.

"A ghost! Humph," Wang Changsheng muttered, "perhaps this is your chance to advance."

Wang Changsheng extended his spiritual sense into the ice cave. He indeed detected a top-tier fourth-rank demon beast. If he hadn't already advanced to the Deity Transformation stage, vastly increasing his spiritual sense, he truly wouldn't have been able to detect the cadaveric aura emanating from the demon beast. It was no surprise that Huang Fugui, being only at the Nascent Soul stage, hadn't realized it was a ghost.

"A ghost! That's not right! What I saw was definitely a demon beast," Huang Fugui exclaimed, "Could the ghost have appeared later?"

Huang Fugui's gaze was filled with doubt and alarm, and fear appeared on his face.

"It's just a Nascent Soul stage ghost," Wang Changsheng reassured him. "There's nothing to be afraid of. However, be careful not to be ambushed."

Wang Changsheng warned that if it had been a Deity Transformation stage ghost, it wouldn't have been so easily discovered by him.

Wang Xin walked ahead, with Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan closely following.

Huang Fugui's face was full of vigilance. A yellow shield orbited him, his left hand held a small yellow umbrella, and his right hand held a small, glowing red mirror. Three different colored light barriers surrounded him, and his small eyes darted ceaselessly, vigilantly observing everything around him.

The temperature inside the ice cave was terrifyingly low; the surface of the yellow umbrella Huang Fugui conjured had even frozen over.

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from ahead, startling Huang Fugui. He took two steps back, adopting a posture ready to flee at any moment.

A narrow, long passage appeared ahead. Not long after Wang Xin entered, a deafening roar erupted, followed by the faint sound of Buddhist chanting. It seemed the demon beast had engaged Wang Xin in battle.

"Senior Wang, this junior's strength is limited," Huang Fugui said. "I'll wait for you here!"

Huang Fugui's expression was tense. The ice cave severely restricted spiritual sense, and his magic treasures were also affected. If he continued forward and encountered danger, Huang Fugui wouldn't be able to escape quickly.

Wang Changsheng nodded and agreed.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan strode forward. A series of tremendous roars echoed, and the ice cave shook violently. Ice stalactites hanging from the ceiling broke off and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a white light drifted out from the stone wall on the left, pouncing towards Huang Fugui.

Huang Fugui was prepared. The small red mirror in his hand shot out hundreds of crimson fireballs, striking the white light. He then transformed into a yellow streak of light and flew outwards.

From within the white light, a vast expanse of white chilling winds surged forth. The crimson fireballs quickly froze, fell to the ground, and shattered.

A sharp, female weeping sound rang out, making Huang Fugui's head dizzy and muddled, and slowing his escape speed.

A white light suddenly appeared above his head, and a white ghost claw, over ten zhang long, swatted down towards Huang Fugui's skull.

With a muffled "thud," Huang Fugui's defenses were like paper, torn to shreds by the white ghost claw.

At this critical moment, points of blue light emerged from the void, forming a massive blue water orb that enveloped the white light.

Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, and Wang Xin emerged, their expressions indifferent.

RUMBLE!

With a loud crash, the blue water orb exploded, and the white light transformed into a streak of escape light, flying outwards. Just then, an emerald-green staff descended from the sky, striking the white light precisely.

A miserable female scream rang out as the white light fell to the ground, transforming into a beautiful woman in a white dress with exquisitely delicate features. The woman in white radiated an ominous ghostly aura, clearly a ghost.