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Planting the Saint spirit vein in the Tiger Sect was a difficult endeavor. Unlike the other side of the river in the Forbidden Fields, the section of the Tiger sect where he was going to place the Saint spirit vein already had another spirit vein in it.

However, if Alex could do that, it wouldn’t be a difficult endeavor at all.

He knew what was going to happen from the beginning, but seeing it for himself was still annoying to Alex. He used his spiritual sense to check the underground status of the sect and recorded all the various twists and turns the True spirit vein was positioned inside the ground.

Alex carefully pulled out all the dirt from around the spirit vein, not touching any of it in the process.

The task itself wasn’t hard at all, but it took some time. Nearly 20 minutes later, Alex finally relaxed a little as almost all the dirt that he could pull out from the ground was outside.

The many elders from around the sect looked at the open ground where everything but the spirit veins had been pulled away from. They were surprised that Alex had even taken away the many stages that were used for fighting during the process.

Alex looked at the spirit vein and frowned.

It would’ve been so much easier if he could take it all away, but unfortunately, he couldn’t do that. After all, there were so many formations around the sect that were currently running thanks to this very spirit vein.

If he took away the spirit vein right now, every single formation would immediately stop working, causing a problem that wouldn’t be small in any way, especially when there were so many disciples that were currently inside their homes and many different halls that were relying on these very formations.

Instead, Alex had to thread the needle. He had to send the Saint spirit vein in through the True spirit vein without disturbing it all that much.

He had a level of flexibility on how much he could move the True spirit vein before the formations completely stopped working.

He got started as soon as he could and sent the tip of the Saint spirit vein through the gaps in the ground.

The Saint spirit vein was a bit larger than the True spirit vein, not that size was ever a factor in the quality of spirit veins. Larger spirit veins simply held more Qi in them.

He slowly snuck in the Saint spirit veins, pushing aside the True spirit vein slightly when needed, and forcing the saint Spirit vein itself to bulge a bit if needed.

After nearly an hour-long methodical insertion of the spirit vein into the ground with the other spirit vein, Alex was done.

He wiped his forehead, even though there was no sweat, and turned to look at the elders. “I’m done,” he spoke. “You guys can do the rest.”

Since the only task remaining was to put back the dirt and place the different fighting stages he had moved, the elders could do it themselves.

Wen Cheng flew toward Alex with a rather shocked expression on his face. “I have never before seen a naked spirit vein,” he said. “You must have become very strong to be able to do so.”

“Compared to the Saints in the other continents, my current cultivation base is considered average actually,” Alex said. “Although the power I can produce with this cultivation base is still better than average.”

“What? I can’t even sense what your cultivation base is, and it is considered average?” Wen Cheng asked.

“Saint spirit veins are very easily available in the other continents, so the difference in cultivation base is the same as well,” Alex said. “That makes cultivation so much easier that you can find a dime a dozen saints over there.”

Wen Cheng made a confused look. “A what a dozen?” he asked.

“A dime,” Alex said before he realized what he was saying. “Sorry, it’s a phrase from the Central continent. I meant there are many Saints in the other continents.”

He shook his head to get his mind back on what was happening in front of him. After the recent Soul resonance where he had seen his clone’s memories, he frequently recalled those memories, especially the ones from his university days as well as from when Ronron grew up.

He wanted to know what he had missed, what he could never gain again. In doing so, his vocabulary had been affected a bit as well.

It wasn’t affected very much, but once in a while, he spoke things that the people around him didn’t understand.

“I see,” Wen Cheng said. “You did say there were many of them before too.”

“Oh right, have you made the decision yet? You’re coming with me, right?” Alex asked.

“Most likely, but I can’t make the decision alone,” Wen Cheng said. “I will have to hear from my wife too and see if she agrees. She will need a few days to decide.”

“Take your time,” Alex said. “We should have at least 2 more weeks. If you decide to leave with me, you can use the remaining time to say goodbye.”

Wen Cheng nodded. “I know,” he said.

“You should leave now, master,” Alex said. “And keep the other elders away from me.”

“Hm? Is something bad going to happen?” Wen Cheng asked.

“Most likely not, but it’s better to be cautious,” Alex said. “Especially because the intent from it is not going to be very weak.”

Wen Cheng nodded and left while Alex dropped down to where the black stele was located.

With a single flick of his wrist, the formations that covered the black stele in an opaque barrier disappeared completely.

The black stele, which was more iridescent than it was simply black, finally showed itself for the first time in the past 3 decades.

The last time it was visible was when Alex had crafted this very formation to hide its appearance.

He immediately closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to prepare himself.

Previously, he could remain unworried in the face of this stele because he hadn’t learned the Human language yet and could only learn anything when he relied on his spiritual sense to translate the words for him.

Since he had now already learned the Human language, simply opening his eyes and looking at the stele was going to be enough for those words to attack him.

He had felt the terror of the Intent behind this piece of rock before, so he wanted to be as prepared as he could be.

The Black Stele contained a skill that helped him create weapons using his spiritual energy. However, that wasn’t it. There was more to the skill that he hadn’t learned yet.

That was the main reason he was here. He wanted to learn more about this skill.

So, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at the massive black stele that stood before him.

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