Chapter 150: Divine-Tier Mountain and Sea Spirit

"Divine blood of the Saint, Tribulation Seal of the Emperor!"
"Gasp!"
Hundreds of thousands of star cultivators trembled simultaneously, completely stunned by these three major rewards.
The third-place reward alone was a complete Supreme Tribulation Weapon!
One must know that such a Supreme Tribulation Weapon was no trivial matter. For an Immortal King master to refine even one required tens of thousands of years, not to mention the consumption of endless divine materials.
Relying on this treasure, to say nothing of galloping across the starry sea and firmament, was enough to sustain a starry sky sect for hundreds of millions of years, deterring all petty factions from every direction and securing a glorious, flourishing legacy!
Countless angling cultivators went wild. As the female saint's ethereal projection dissipated, they soared into the air one after another, flying toward the magnificent heavenly stele to see for themselves.
"Saint Yi is truly generous. Both the second and third prizes are the Saint's divine blood and Supreme Tribulation Weapons. What on earth must the first-place reward be?"
Ye Jiushang smiled and offered his critique, just about to solicit Feng Shang's opinion, when he suddenly noticed the latter's solemn expression. The next second, Feng Shang actually tossed aside his fishing rod and surged into the sky.
"Brother Feng, what is wrong?" Ye Jiushang asked, slightly startled.
"Xiao Huang!"
Feng Shang shouted sharply. Watching the long rainbows darting across all directions as they engulfed the young girl on the immortal boat, he conjured a giant hand out of thin air and grabbed out in a hurry.
"Brother Fengxiang!"
On the immortal boat, the little girl had her purple hair tied into two cute pigtails. Her eyes sparkled like black gemstones, and her little face was indescribably pretty and endearing. Seeing Feng Shang at this moment, she giggled and waved at her.
However, there were simply too many cultivators rushing toward the heavenly stele, and the area was swallowed up in a flash.
Fortunately, the art of creation from nothing snatched hold of the immortal boat and pulled it back in an instant.
"Why are you here? Weren't you at the Yuxi Mansion?"
Feng Shang lifted one of Xiao Huang's braids, immortal energy threads flickering faintly as he looked at her with a hint of oddity; he had never seen her wear her hair like this before.
"I came to deliver an imperial decree for Sister Yi! Sister Yi said that after delivering the decree, I could play outside for a few more days. Yay! I get to play with Brother Fengxiang again!"
Xiao Huang lunged into Feng Shang's embrace and rubbed against him, suddenly feeling something poking her. It turned out to be a small silver pig clinging tightly to Feng Shang's thigh.
The plump little silver pig hugged Feng Shang's thigh securely. Seeing Xiao Huang looking over with curiosity, it immediately grinned, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.
"So cute!"
Xiao Huang's eyes lit up. Affectionately picking it up, she asked Feng Shang with delight, "Brother Fengxiang, is this a gift for Xiao Huang?"
"Uh... sure, I suppose."
Feng Shang was left speechless. This little pig was quite cowardly and suffered from extreme insecurity; ever since it was glared at by the Cheng Huang, it refused to leave his side even for a step.
"You mentioned Sister Yi just now? Could it be Saint Yi? And what about Qing'er and Ying'er? Why aren't they with you?" Feng Shang had a multitude of questions to ask.
Cuddling the little pig, Xiao Huang recounted everything to Feng Shang from beginning to end—how wonderful Yuxi Mansion was, how gentle Sister Yi was, and how Qing'er and Ying'er were still working hard on their cultivation...
"Brother Feng, I saw you rush out just now. Who is this?" Ye Jiushang looked at Xiao Huang with curiosity.
"This is my little sister, Xiao Huang," Feng Shang said.
"Little sister Xiao Huang, how lovely. I am Ye Jiushang." Ye Jiushang smiled.

"Ye—Jiu—Shang."
Xiao Huang's bright eyes twinkled as she nodded.
"There is a layer of divine sense upon this seawater. Just moments ago, when the decree bloomed, a layer of divine radiance poured forth. And this is the starry sea; it was completed in the blink of an eye. How utterly unimaginable."
Ye Jiushang scooped up a handful of seawater and sighed in admiration.
"Saint Yi must have done this to tally the Shan-Hai spirits. She said starting from this moment—presumably, any Shan-Hai spirits caught from this moment onward will be counted as points and ranked," Feng Shang mused.
The three of them arrived before the heavenly stele.
Xiao Huang took the lead, gently pressing her tender white palm against the stele's surface. A wisp of aura rippled inward, and a line of text immediately appeared in the blank space at the very bottom.
Xiao Huang, Points: Zero, Rank: Zero.
"Sister Yi said we have to catch the Shan-Hai spirits to get points!" Xiao Huang hugged the little silver pig and said softly.
Upon seeing this, Feng Shang and Ye Jiushang simultaneously pressed their hands against the heavenly stele. Soon enough, the ranking information belonging to the two of them also appeared, identical to Xiao Huang's.
"How are these points calculated?" many cultivators asked, filled with doubt.
"It's engraved on the back of the stele!" someone suddenly shouted.
Everyone hurried to the back of the stele and saw hundreds of characters inscribed in a flying dragon and dancing phoenix style.
Divine-grade Shan-Hai Spirit: One million points
Dijiang: A Shan-Hai divine beast, shaped like a yellow sack, red as cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, chaotic and faceless. Its abilities are unknown.
Tiangou: A Shan-Hai divine beast, bearing the eclipse of the moon, warding off malevolent and evil qi, stepping upon thirty-three shattered fragments of heaven. Its abilities are unknown.
Jingwei: A Shan-Hai divine beast, with a flowery head, white beak, red feet, and silver feathers. When spitting saliva, ten thousand zhang of waves appear. Its abilities are unknown.
Top-grade Shan-Hai Spirit: Fifty thousand points
Qiongqi, Huodou, Water Qilin, Bifang, Chaos, Jiufeng, Baize, Cheng Huang...
High-grade Shan-Hai Spirit: Five hundred points
Middle-grade Shan-Hai Spirit: Two hundred points
Primary-grade Shan-Hai Spirit: One hundred points
"It says there are even divine-grade Shan-Hai spirits!"
"What are Dijiang, Tiangou, and Jingwei? There has never been any information about these three kinds of Shan-Hai spirits before!"
For a moment, upon seeing the text on the back of the stele, everyone looked perplexed. Entities like Jiufeng and Chaos were actually not the most precious Shan-Hai spirits!
Above them, there was an even more transcendent divine grade—could that even be possible?
"Divine-grade Shan-Hai spirits do indeed exist!"
Right at that moment, the man wreathed in crimson flames flew high into the air, looking down disdainfully at the crowd as he spoke:
"The Shan-Hai Mirror has boundless wondrous uses. Lord Hua Saint spent two years casting and investing into it, and by now, juvenile bodies of divine-grade Shan-Hai spirits have roughly been born within. Whoever catches one, my Starry Sea Saint Palace is willing to exchange it for a World Divine Slip!"
His voice resounded through the firmament like muffled thunder.

Almost everyone refused to believe their own ears.
The master of the Starry Sea Saint Palace actually went so far as to claim they would bring out a World Divine Slip to trade for a divine-grade Shan-Hai spirit.
Were they unaware of the value of the World Divine Slip, or was the divine-grade Shan-Hai spirit simply too precious?
A sensation! An unprecedented sensation!
Figures like Qin Taichu, Gui Qingzhong, and other hidden imperial prodigies scattered around all experienced a violent shock, their eyes erupting with brilliant divine light.
"Hmm..."
Ye Jiushang and Feng Shang exchanged glances.
"A grand gesture!"
They spoke in unison, both fully aware of just how precious a World Divine Slip was. To fuse and refine a World Divine Slip was no different from having a master protect one's Dao!
"Quickly, I must seize the lead!"
In a split second, everyone went wild. After leaving their own imprints and rankings on the heavenly stele, they scrambled back to their respective immortal clouds, grabbed their fishing rods, and cast their lines.
Feng Shang and Ye Jiushang looked at each other and both smiled.
"Brother Ye possesses the Heavenly Omen Jade, blessed by heavenly fortune. In just half a day, you've reeled in thirty-two Shan-Hai spirits. I am truly in awe."
"Not at all, not at all. Brother Feng used creation from nothing to catch a Cheng Huang with a single breath, drawing the admiration of all. That is what I call truly enviable."
"Shall we compare?"
"Agreed."
The two men flew back to their respective immortal clouds.
Xiao Huang's bright eyes twinkled as she followed Brother Feng, not forgetting to cast a glance back at Ye Jiushang, thinking that their conversation just now was so interesting. Were they having a fishing competition?
Brother Feng would definitely win! Brother Feng would never lose no matter what he competed in!
The little girl harbored a blind, absolute confidence in her older brother.
...
A single leaf-like boat sailed into the starry sea.
A young girl named Baixiatian had clear, curious eyes as she gazed up at the firmament, her little feet happily splashing through the water, stirring up ripples of coolness.
The leisurely-looking man in white sat at the stern of the boat, his aura serene and otherworldly.
"Gasp! That person's aura!"
Far away at the other end of the starry sea, a small turtle trembled violently, its very soul gripped by terror.