Trade

Ling Yun's expression was cold as he completely ignored her pitiful act. When they had fought just now, this woman had struck with vicious ferocity, every move aimed at his vital points. If he had been even slightly weaker, things would not have ended like this.

However, she did have a point. Continuing to fight would bring no result, and besides...

Ling Yun swept his gaze over the cave that was on the verge of collapse. For now, he did not want to destroy this place.

He reined in his blood and qi and said calmly, "Tell me about this trade of yours."

Seeing that this muscle-brained fool had finally come to his senses, Bai Ji's face lit up. Afraid that something unexpected might happen again, she quickly said, "What I want is naturally that Blood Heart."

"As for the price—money, Spirit Weapons, whatever you want, Young Master, just name it."

"Blood Heart?" Ling Yun was somewhat puzzled, but following her gaze, he immediately understood. What she meant should be the Blood Bodhi.

Though he did not understand why she called it something different, now that he knew her goal, things became much easier.

He took it from his waist and said blandly, "I can give you the Blood Heart, but I'm not very interested in the things you mentioned."

Bai Ji was delighted at first, but upon hearing the latter half of his words, she could not help frowning slightly. After thinking for a moment, she simply waved her hand, and a great heap of items suddenly appeared on the open ground before them.

"This is everything I own. Take a look for yourself. Pick whatever you want!"

Looking at her extravagant manner, Ling Yun's gaze fixed on her right hand.

More precisely, it was fixed on the ancient-looking ring around one of the joints of her right hand.

Could this be the must-have equipment for murder and arson in novels—a Spatial Ring?

Seemingly noticing his gaze, Bai Ji's expression stiffened. She decisively hid her right hand behind her back. "Don't even think about this. The Blood Heart may be precious, but it can't compare to this Spirit Ring!"

Hearing this, Ling Yun regretfully shook his head. What a pity that he had used Tiger's Might once not long ago, and his body was already nearing its limit. Otherwise...

Though he could force it open, against an evil spirit as powerful as this one, he was not completely certain he could kill her within the time limit.

He could only reluctantly shift his gaze away and begin picking through the pile of miscellaneous junk before him.

Most of it consisted of weapons such as swords and sabers, along with a few sets of armor and some unidentifiable objects. Judging by the mottled bloodstains on them, it was not hard to imagine where these things had come from.

Ling Yun searched for a while but found nothing to his liking.

Most importantly, the vast majority of these items were already damaged. They were no different from scrap iron!

Seeing Bai Ji beside him seemingly so "confident" in her collection, Ling Yun could not help feeling a vein throb on his forehead.

At that moment, a black bead suddenly rolled out from a corner, immediately drawing his attention.

The bead was no bigger than a thumb, perfectly smooth all over, and looked very familiar.

Ling Yun narrowed his eyes. He suddenly remembered that when he had killed his first evil spirit in the martial arts hall, it had left behind something similar.

If that was the case...

Ling Yun's heart skipped a beat. He pointed at the black bead and asked without changing expression, "What is this?"

Bai Ji glanced at the black bead, then looked at Ling Yun with a strange expression, as if asking whether he seriously did not know what it was.

But seeing that Ling Yun was not joking, she casually explained, "This is a Ghost Core. Some evil spirits form them after death. If placed in a special environment, they can even be brought back to li—"

Halfway through her sentence, Bai Ji seemed to realize something and did not continue.

But for Ling Yun, knowing this much was already enough!

He immediately stood up without hesitation.

"Take out ten... no, twenty Ghost Cores, and I'll give you the Blood Heart!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Ji's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

Twenty? Are you robbing ghosts?!

She immediately controlled her hair, quickly picking out two more black beads of different sizes from the pile of junk and tossing them at Ling Yun's feet.

"That's all. Take them or leave them. If you don't agree, I'm leaving right now!"

Ling Yun looked at the black beads by his feet. Though he was already laughing inwardly, his face still wore a dissatisfied expression.

"If it's only three..."

After hesitating for a moment, he pulled out the best-preserved item from the pile—a large, pitch-black saber. After weighing it in his hand a couple of times, he finally nodded with great reluctance.

"Fine. Add this too, and it'll barely be enough."

Bai Ji's eyes widened, her face full of indignation. She was just about to say something, but in the end, she forcibly held it in.

Ling Yun then tossed the Blood Bodhi over. Both sides obtained what they wanted, and both appeared extremely satisfied.

Disdainfully tossing aside the tattered cloth used to wrap it, Bai Ji looked at the faintly beating heart in her hand, her expression somewhat excited.

The Blood Bodhi's bizarre ability seemed to have no effect on her whatsoever. In the end, she wrapped it layer upon layer with her long hair until it vanished from sight.

After doing all this, Bai Ji gave Ling Yun a deep look. Her figure flashed, and she disappeared.

Humans really are foolish. I traded three Ghost Cores for the precious Blood Heart. I made a killing this time!

Ling Yun looked in the direction where Bai Ji had vanished and secretly thought:

Evil spirits really have no brains. I traded a piece of useless trash for three Ghost Cores. I made a killing this time!

Modification Points +3!

After a moment, once he was sure Bai Ji had left, Ling Yun impatiently absorbed all three Ghost Cores.

Looking at the "abundant" Modification Points on the panel, Ling Yun grinned. It would be great if he could get free Modification Points like this a few more times!

All he needed to do next was leave this place and find a few suitable cultivation techniques.

But before leaving, there was still one more thing he needed to do.

Ling Yun calmed his mind, looked around, and strode in one direction.

Before long, he found a familiar face among a large pile of corpses.

Looking at those hollow eyes, Ling Yun lowered his gaze. "Kid, you wouldn't listen back then. Look at you now, ending up in such a sorry state."

After saying that, Ling Yun reached out and straightened his disheveled clothes slightly. In a low voice, he said, "Don't worry. I'll take good care of your parents."

As his words fell, Fang Yuan's wide-open eyes slowly closed, and his unwilling expression returned to peace.

Ling Yun stood up and casually tore off a wooden stake from nearby. In no time at all, he dug a small pit in the ground.

After placing Fang Yuan inside, Ling Yun watched as the dirt gradually covered his face. His expression remained calm, neither joyful nor sorrowful.

After standing there in silence for a moment, he turned and left without hesitation.