I Have Unlimited Resources Among Mortals

Qi Yuan leaped onto the branches of a towering tree, seamlessly blending into the dense foliage. Using the Shadowless Mental Technique to conceal his breath, he remained perfectly hidden within the centuries-old canopy.

In the blood-colored forbidden land, the strongest cultivators had reached the thirteenth level of Qi Training. However, their true power depended not only on their cultivation level but also on their mental techniques and magical weapons.

Qi Yuan's primary cultivation technique was the **Reversed Five Elements Method**, a top-tier technique imparted to him by Grandmaster Hong Fu. While not the absolute best, it far surpassed ordinary methods.

As for magical weapons, Qi Yuan possessed several powerful artifacts:

- **Green Dragon Flag** – a top-tier weapon

- **Soul Binding Rope** – another formidable tool

- **Magic Harp** – though currently damaged, it remained valuable

- **Dark Light Armor** – a high-grade defensive artifact

- **Flowing Fire Bell** – a mid-tier defensive weapon

Apart from these, he had numerous mid- and low-level magical weapons, though they were no longer useful at his current level.

His trump cards included:

- **Five Golden Brick Talismans**

- **Seven or eight Heavenly Thunder Seeds**

- **Over twenty high-grade Wind Wall Talismans**, obtained through recent exchanges with Chen Qiaoqian.

With such an arsenal, Qi Yuan wasn't in a hurry to collect elixirs himself. Instead, he preferred to let the other cultivators fight among themselves, hoarding resources—only to swoop in later and claim everything for himself.

Wouldn't it be ideal if the monks in the forbidden land looted one another, concentrating all resources into a single target? Then, he could simply take down that person and claim it all.

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Two days passed within the **Bloody Forbidden Land**. In that time, betrayals, ambushes, and fierce battles over resources played out endlessly.

A suffocating **blood mist** quietly descended, weighing heavily on every cultivator's heart.

In the dense jungle, a white-robed figure flew at a low altitude, his clothes tattered and stained with blood. He belonged to **Huadaowu Sect**, but had just ambushed his own sect member to steal their hard-earned gains.

He had no choice. If he didn't gather enough **Foundation Establishment Pills**, his future would be uncertain.

Suddenly—

A **giant golden sword** materialized out of thin air, slashing down with overwhelming speed and power. The white-robed cultivator barely had time to react before he was struck down, falling to the ground with a heavy thud. Blood bubbled from his lips as his breath faded.

Qi Yuan casually dismissed the **Golden Sword Talisman**, then leaped down and retrieved the fallen man's storage bag. Scanning it with his spiritual sense, he frowned.

"Not much here… just a few spirit herbs," he muttered.

Waiting for prey like this would take too long.

Qi Yuan had no interest in making a name for himself in the **Bloody Forbidden Land**, but out of respect for Grandmaster Hong Fu, he considered establishing some prestige.

"Maybe if Hong Fu is pleased, I'll get a few extra rewards?"

No longer willing to wait, Qi Yuan pulled out the jade slip given to him by **Li Huayuan** and studied it carefully. He needed a location rich in spiritual medicine—one where he could set up an ambush.

### **The Swamp of Corrosion**

His search led him to a **miasma-filled swamp**.

At its heart grew a rare plant known as the **Erosion Flower**—highly toxic and capable of corroding internal organs. It was mostly used to craft poisons, but when refined properly, it could be turned into an elixir beneficial for cultivators transitioning from **late-stage Qi Refining** to **early Foundation Establishment**.

Wearing his **Huangfeng Valley** robe, Qi Yuan stepped cautiously across the swamp's damp soil, his eyes scanning his surroundings. Several **mid-tier talismans** were already concealed within his sleeves, ready to be activated at a moment's notice.

"No one has discovered this place?" he murmured.

Towering weeds, more than ten meters high, swayed in the wind. Aside from the occasional croaking of toads, all was eerily silent.

Ahead, **thirty or forty gray-black Erosion Flowers** danced lightly in the breeze—untouched, suggesting this was unexplored territory.

Qi Yuan relaxed slightly and moved forward.

Ten meters.

Eight meters.

Five meters.

Three meters—

A sudden **sword light** slashed toward his face!

**Wind Wall Talisman—Activate!**

A violent gust erupted, forming a protective barrier that barely deflected the incoming blade. Sparks flashed as the sword weapon met resistance.

Undeterred, the weapon twisted in mid-air, its edge gleaming ominously as it launched another strike—this time with even greater force.

"Not bad," Qi Yuan mused. "This one's stronger than most."

He flicked his fingers, activating two more **Wind Wall Talismans**. Twin hurricanes materialized, forming another impenetrable defense.

The attacker hesitated. A voice called out from the shadows:

"Hmph. You have too many talismans. I concede. Farewell."

A retreat?

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes.

"You've tried to kill me twice," he said coldly. "You think I'll just let you walk away?"

He swiftly pulled out **ten Frost Talismans** and activated them in unison.

The air crackled as an unnatural chill descended. Frost rapidly spread, covering every leaf, every blade of grass—every crevice.

A **silhouette** flickered into view.

"A Qi Training cultivator at the thirteenth level," Qi Yuan noted. "No wonder he's confident."

The figure—**Xiao San**—felt his heart tighten.

"Damn it! What bad luck!" Xiao San cursed inwardly.

He had been relying on his **High-Grade Invisibility Talisman** to lie in wait for easy prey. Many cultivators had already fallen to his ambush tactics. But this time, he had seriously misjudged his opponent.

"I yield, fellow Daoist of Huangfeng Valley," Xiao San said, adopting a submissive tone. "Why not leave some room for future meetings?"

Qi Yuan smirked.

"Why meet again when I can kill you now?"

The **Green Dragon Flag** shimmered in his hand. As he waved it, an **emerald dragon** burst forth, its piercing eyes locking onto Xiao San before lunging forward.

Xiao San's expression changed.

Summoning his **Sword Magic Weapon**, he performed a technique that multiplied his blade into **twenty sword lights**, all hovering in mid-air.

"Go!"

The sword lights shot toward the green dragon like a storm of daggers.

Qi Yuan stood firm, maneuvering his flag. The dragon weaved and twisted, dodging some attacks while smashing others aside.

At the same time, Qi Yuan reached into his sleeve and flicked his wrist—summoning a **top-grade magic weapon**, the **Green Rope**.

Xiao San's face darkened.

"If that thing binds me, it's over!"

Desperately, he pulled out a **pair of giant scissor-shaped magical weapons**, hurling them at the incoming rope. The two weapons clashed fiercely in mid-air.

But Qi Yuan wasn't concerned.

If necessary, he still had his **Heavenly Thunder Seeds**.

However, seeing his opponent struggle, Qi Yuan decided to hold back—for now.

"Let's see how long you last."

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