I Have A Cultivation World

Chen Mobai saw the two-word reply from Lan Haitian and felt slightly relieved.

This guy claimed to be the cultivator closest to Core Formation within the Daoist realm. He was also a top disciple of the Kunpeng Daoist Institute and the leader of some Heaven Repairing Hell Group Six. He should have no problem dealing with a small terrorist, right?

“Why are you daydreaming? Try these glasses and see how they fit.”

Qing Nu’s voice came over, and Chen Mobai saw a pair of gold-rimmed thin-framed glasses in her hand. They looked like the type worn by successful people.

Your taste is really good, sir. These glasses were designed using the latest research from the Heavenly Eye Academy. The frame is made of Spiritual Titanium Alloy, and the lenses are synthesized from the latest Spirit Detecting Glass. After wearing them, you can see traces of Spiritual Energy flow and directly measure Spiritual Energy Values.”

In order to make the best sales in the world of cultivation, everything had to be associated with the cultivation of spiritual energy, and the common commodity of glasses was no exception.

Ordinary glasses could only be used as glasses, but once they became Magic Artifacts, they came with a variety of gimmicks.

However, not many people would buy them.

As expected, upon hearing these fancy features, Qing Nu figured they must be expensive and quickly turned them down, opting instead for a pair with no special features, only used for blocking spiritual light.

But Chen Mobai was stirred – in the world of cultivation, since all spiritual energy was centrally managed, not many people cared about glasses that could observe spiritual energy. But it was different in the Tianhe Realm.

He could buy a pair.

The Void Spirit Eye could see things in a small range. If he were to use it to examine the entire sixty acres of the Spirit Field, he would probably exhaust himself to death.

However, the pair Qing Nu had chosen wouldn’t do – the design was too showy. Even after Qing Nu picked out a silver, semicircular pair, Chen Mobai still shook his head.

In the end, he chose a pair of black-framed glasses that Qing Nu found extremely unflattering.

Too ugly.

Seeing that Qing Nu was somewhat upset, Chen Mobai couldn’t help but buy the two pairs she had liked as well.

“It’s too wasteful, one pair is enough.”

However, he had just bought three pairs of glasses, and Qing Nu instead reminded him to spend wisely.

“Next year, I want to delve into the cultivation of Rank-2 Spirit Rice in Agricultural Studies. I need to see the distribution of spiritual energy within the Spirit Field. These glasses will come in handy.”

This was the truth. The sixty acres of Spirit Field beneath Xiao Nanshan, after being painstakingly tilled by Zhuo Ming and a group of laborers under his instruction, had been arranged according to Chen Mobai’s plan, completing the process of cultivating the soil for the coming year.

But since the field had been neglected for a long time, it had only recovered to a lower-grade Rank-2 level. It needed to go through several cultivation cycles, along with fertilization and maintenance, before it could potentially reach Rank-3.

Alright then, nothing will happen after you put them on, right?”

Qing Nu didn’t explicitly ask, but Chen Mobai nodded, indicating that the custom black-framed glasses, had successfully blocked his uncontrollable Void Spirit Eye.

After paying fifty thousand Good Deed Points, the two of them left the glasses store.

The gold-nmmed glasses that could measure Spiritual Energy Value were the most expensive, equivalent to a middle-grade Rank-1 Magic Artifact.

Rumble!

Just as the two were about to take the bus, they suddenly heard a deep thunderous sound.

“Is it going to rain?”

Looking up at the clear sky, Qing Nu pouted, remarking how fickle the weather was.

It might just be a thunder strike, not necessarily rain.”

Chen Mobai suddenly took off his black-framed glasses and put on the gold-nmmed glasses, looking in the direction of the thunderous sound.

He could see the spiritual energy in the air crazily gathering there.

“Let’s go, the bus is here.”

Qing Nu turned her head and called out to Chen Mobai. Seeing him wearing the pair of glasses she had chosen, she couldn’t help but smile sweetly.

“Hmm.”

Chen Mobai had no interest in joining the commotion. He followed Qing Nu onto the bus and left the area.

Bang!

Lan Haitian clenched his right fist and slammed the bald youth, who was trying to assault the barrier, heavily into the ground.

But he immediately withdrew his fist, looking at the red mark on it with a frown, and gently shook it to ease the lingering ache.

“Golden Stone Nunnery’s Indestructible Concrete Body, are you immobile, or restless?”

Before Lan Haitian could finish speaking, the bald youth he had slammed into the ground suddenly bounced up, and the floating rocks in the sky condensed into a two-meter crisp concrete fist in his palm, swinging hard.

“Don’t you know who I am?”

Lan Haitian looked at the bald youth who dared to attack him, frowned and opened his right hand. His fair and slender fingers lightly pressed down, and the overwhelming Yuan Magnetic Force erupted.

Boom!

The huge stone fist swung by the bald youth disintegrated the moment it met

Lan Haitian’s fingers.

Immediately after, Lan Haitian’s fair fingers turned from claws to palm, and lightly patted the chest of the bald youth.

Black streams of energy appeared, spreading over the youth’s body like tattoos, trying to resist Lan Haitian’s palm thrust.

“Your Indestructible Concrete Body training is not bad, it’s just a pity about the difference in realms.”

Lan Haitian looked at the youth, whose veins stood up on his forehead, his skin was flushed red, and his meridians looked like thick black earthworms, suddenly transformed into a two-meter giant man. Lan Haitian withdrew his fingers and clenched his fist.

The sound “clang” rang out as if a bronze bell was struck.

The giant man’s Indestructible Golden Body was broken, like a cannonball rebounding from Lan Haitian. After drawing a red, broken trail on the ground, the man spat blood up into the sky.

“You… Butcher, why… are… you… here?”