Greed

As the largest city of the Wu Ling Clan, Wucheng attracts countless people every day. At the dozen or so entrances to the city, members of the Li Family are stationed there. However, ten days have passed, and the attitude of these Li Lineage members has become rather lax.

They are all members of the Martial Wu Ling Clan, and they have no need to do things like guarding the gate. Yet now they are here to guard the gate because of a daring Mortal Clan.

They heard that the Mortal Clan had actually escaped that very day by sheer luck. Under these circumstances, what was the point of them still guarding the gate?

So when Yi Yun walked past one of the Li Lineage members, the Li Lineage member only glanced at him once and then looked away.

Wucheng is a vast city with more than a dozen entrances. Yi Yun entered Wucheng through a different entrance this time, and after entering the city, he arrived at a different district.

Yi Yun didn't know how the Myriad Gods Ancestor had discovered him, but after thinking it over, the Kanglong Ding was the most likely culprit.

This time, upon entering the city, Yi Yun sealed the aura of the Kanglong Ding with Purple Crystal, and with the addition of the Star Shifting Heaven Book, he didn't believe that the Myriad Gods Ancestor would still be able to find it.

"Go and buy medicinal herbs for Wang Mu first."

The medicinal materials that Yi Yun was going to refine for Wang Mu were not expensive, but they were extremely rare, so they could only be purchased from some large-scale pharmacies.

He inquired around along the way and learned the name of a pharmacy, then headed towards it.

"Spring Return Pavilion is said to be a pretty good pharmacy, and it even has some connection with the Refining Heaven Pavilion." Yi Yun glanced at it from the doorway and went inside.

This Spring Return Pavilion was much smaller than the Refining Heaven Pavilion, with only two staff members and a man who looked like the manager sitting behind the counter.

Yi Yun went straight to the counter and placed a form on it. "I want to buy these medicinal herbs."

The shopkeeper glanced at the order form first, then slowly raised his head, and was stunned for a moment.

"It's you?"

Yi Yun recognized the shopkeeper's appearance; he was the thin, middle-aged alchemist he had met at the Refining Heaven Pavilion.

At the time, no one in the Li Family saw Yi Yun's true appearance, nor did they know that the Mortal Clan failed to buy the medicine was actually Yi Yun in disguise. So Yi Yun continued to use this appearance and unexpectedly encountered this skinny alchemist.

No wonder the person who introduced this pharmacy to him said that Spring Return Pavilion and Refining Heaven Pavilion were related; it turns out he owned it.

He was just an ordinary alchemist at the Refining Heaven Pavilion, but thanks to the reputation of the Refining Heaven Pavilion and the Wu Ling Clan, he was able to open his own medicine shop in the city.

The skinny alchemist glanced at the list in his hand with amusement, then looked at Yi Yun with a mocking smile.

"What did I tell you before? You'll find out sooner or later that in this Martial City, the Wu Ling Clan is the only power. If you want to buy medicine, especially anything rare, you can't avoid the Wu Ling Clan."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you've run into me again. So, how about signing a contract to serve my clan, or..."

The skinny alchemist held his head high, practically looking down his nose at Yi Yun. He was naturally pleased that he had managed to humiliate Yi Yun in such a short time.

Yi Yun frowned slightly. "I'm not interested in your contract! I want all the pills on this list."

"Heh." The skinny alchemist sneered, slowly stroking his mustache. "You really are asking for trouble, aren't you? You want to buy medicine? Fine! The medicines you want, especially this Qiūmíngzi, are only available here, and at the Refining Heaven Pavilion. I won't beat around the bush with you anymore. These things cost one God King Immortal Jade. Hand it over!"

After speaking, the middle-aged alchemist leaned back, looking at Yi Yun with a smile on his lips.

The God King Immortal Jade is an extremely precious item. Not every Mortal Clan can possess it, let alone a Wu Ling Clan alchemist.

He has no trouble selling his medicinal herbs; he only said that to amuse Yi Yun.

Although the prescription couldn't be discerned from the list of herbs, Qiūmíngzi was likely intended for treating injuries. Injury medicine was life-saving and couldn't be delayed. He was eager to see Yi Yun in a dilemma.

"A God King Immortal Jade?" Yi Yun sneered. These medicinal herbs were not even worth a tenth of a God King Immortal Jade, let alone a single one.

"What, can't afford it? If you can't afford it, then hurry up and leave, don't delay my business." The middle-aged alchemist shook his fan and said.

Just then, the sound in his throat suddenly stopped, as if his neck had been grabbed, and his eyes widened.

A God King Immortal Jade was tossed onto the counter in front of him.

The middle-aged alchemist glanced at Yi Yun in surprise. He hadn't expected that Yi Yun could actually produce the God King Immortal Jade.

"I've already given you the money, and here are the medicinal herbs I wanted," Yi Yun said coldly. He remembered this person.

The middle-aged alchemist's gaze towards Yi Yun had changed. He had initially thought Yi Yun was a poor wretch, but now Yi Yun eyes held a strange look.

This kid is really generous to be able to buy these low-value medicinal herbs with the God King Immortal Jade.

He didn't think Yi Yun was a fool who would buy cheap goods at a high price. This could only mean that Qiūmíngzi was very important to Yi Yun, and most likely he was waiting to save his life.

His eyes darted around, and he added, "What I just mentioned, a God King Immortal Jade, is only the total price of these prescriptions. But the prescriptions are subject to tax. For every prescription I sell, I have to give a commission to the Wu Ling Clan, and you'll have to pay that tax too. Add another 50 million Mid-grade Spirit Jade."

The middle-aged alchemist grinned and extended his hand. He was certain that Yi Yun was wealthy and desperately needed this Qiūmíngzi. It would be too easy for him not to take the opportunity to extort some money from him.

Yi Yun's gaze darkened. He took out five Space Rings from his hand and lined them up on the counter. "Here's the fifty million you wanted."

With the Myriad Gods Ancestor in Wu City, he didn't want to cause any more trouble, but this person's attitude had already crossed the line of his patience.

"Tsk tsk, there really is one." The middle-aged alchemist looked at Yi Yun with the same eyes he had for a fat sheep. He stroked his chin, and unknowingly, a wisp of Divine Seal landed on Yi Yun.

Yi Yun sensed this Divine Seal immediately; it was a tracking imprint!

He remained calm and pretended not to know.

"Go and bring him the medicinal herbs he asked for," the middle-aged alchemist said.

Soon, several packets of medicinal herbs were delivered to Yi Yun.

Yi Yun took the medicinal herbs, didn't even glance at the alchemist again, and turned to leave Huichunfang.

Carrying the medicinal herbs, Yi Yun left Wu City directly, seemingly in a great hurry.

He quickly flew to a Great Wilderness, already a thousand miles away from Wu City, when Yi Yun suddenly stopped.

He sneered, slowly turned his head, and looked at the several figures that had suddenly appeared behind him.

There were five people in total, four of whom were at the eighth or ninth level of the Dao Palace cultivation, and the last one was Half-step Venerable.

"You sold me the medicinal herbs at an exorbitant price, and even tried to rob me. You're really insatiable!"

The middle-aged alchemist who extorted Yi Yun was among the five people, while the rest were unfamiliar faces.

The middle-aged alchemist laughed heartily, "Looks like you're not entirely stupid, but you've realized it too late. You, a Mortal Clan, have repeatedly offended me. Today I'll show you the consequences of offending the Wu Ling Clan!"

"Robbing their own guests in broad daylight, the rules of Wu City are truly meaningless," Yi Yun said, shaking his head.

"Rules? Those rules are for your Mortal Clan. The death of a Mortal Clan here is nothing. Even if someone has doubts, they won't hold me accountable," the middle-aged alchemist said disdainfully.

He wouldn't easily entertain such thoughts, but Yi Yun's wealth was simply too immense. He could take out God King Immortal Jade and fifty million Mid-grade Spirit Jade without batting an eye. Just how much wealth did Yi Yun possess?

With such a large fortune, he simply couldn't resist.

At this moment, Yi Yun revealed a sinister smile, "Do you know why it took me so long to discover you?"

Seeing Yi Yun's reaction, the middle-aged alchemist vaguely sensed something was amiss, while one of his helpers, also a man from the Wu Ling Clan, said impatiently, "A man about to die, why all this nonsense?"

"Do it!"

In an instant, they all pounced on Yi Yun.

A murderous glint flashed in Yi Yun's eyes. He reached for his Space Ring, and his voice rang out. "Because along the way, I felt that this place was the most suitable for killing."

Sizzle!

A dazzling cold light suddenly shone from Yi Yun's hand. This cold light appeared abruptly as if it had pierced through time and space, and then disappeared in an instant.

After the cold light flashed, the first person who rushed towards Yi Yun froze in place, as if frozen in place.

A shallow sword mark appeared on his throat.

"Puff!"

Blood spurted out, blasting the man's head open.

"What!?"

The middle-aged alchemist was shocked. The person who had just died was a martial artist at the eighth level of the Dao Palace realm, who had been instantly killed by Yi Yun!?

And then...

Puff puff puff!

Several heads suddenly flew off, blood splattering everywhere!

Everyone he brought was instantly killed by Yi Yun, even the Half-step Venerable was no exception. He only reacted and tried to block Yi Yun's attack, but before he could parry, he was already decapitated.

It's like stepping on a cockroach versus stepping on an ant; to Yi Yun, there's no difference.

The middle-aged alchemist stood there, his body ice-cold, amidst the corpses.

These four people were killed by Yi Yun in an instant...

His strength is even greater than that of an ordinary Venerable.

"You... how could you..." The middle-aged man gasped for breath. He clearly sensed that Yi Yun was very young, so how could he possess such monstrous strength?

"Don't kill me... I'm an alchemist, I can help you refine pills, and I'm Elder Bai's cousin from the Wu Ling Clan... I'll also return the God King Immortal Jade to you..." the middle-aged alchemist said haltingly.

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Yun had already suddenly appeared in front of him, his sword flashing as he struck.

"Whoosh!"

As the sword fell, the resentment and panic on the middle-aged alchemist's face instantly froze.