The woman in the blue cloak stared at Xie Feng's departing figure.
Beneath the brim of her hat, her red lips were slightly pursed.
She exuded an air of elegance and depth.
"Lord, we were able to hold our own against him and even win the exhibit. Why are you so hesitant?"
Behind the woman appeared two men dressed in black, who were also completely covered by cloaks.
The woman in the blue cloak said, "Does having strength mean you have to reveal everything? That you have to fight to the death? That you have to be utterly ruthless? Is this what I'm teaching you?"
The two men bowed their heads. "Your subordinates know their mistake!"
The woman in the blue cloak said, "No, you are not at fault. The fault lies with me. It is my poor teaching that has made you so foolish."
The two were trembling with embarrassment.
"That person's voice was young, and his aura was restrained. Even with my keen eyesight, I was somewhat bewildered and couldn't see through him. Such beings are not many in the First Heavens, but they are not few either."
"Anyone who can casually produce two Saint Pills is definitely no ordinary person; they must either have profound knowledge or be a Saint Grade Alchemist."
"Who in the First Heavens possesses this ability?"
The woman in the blue cloak pondered.
One person said, "There are quite a few relatively young Star Lord in the Seven Stars Domain; perhaps he is one of them."
Another person said, "Could it be the Holy Demon Heaven?"
"Forget it, instead of speculating here, let's take action. Jiu Zhi, go and investigate his background."
The woman in the blue cloak shook her head slightly.
"Yes, Lord!"
A person behind him cupped his hands and answered respectfully.
The woman gazed ahead, and after a moment, she lifted the hood of her cloak, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.
Her blonde hair shone brightly, her face was radiant and exquisite, and her lake-blue eyes were like a deep pool, rippling with shimmering light.
Her red lips curved slightly, her posture haughty and elegant, like a blue crane with a profound mind yet ethereal and otherworldly.
She stared intently in the direction of the gate!
After a moment, he slowly lowered the brim of his hat and walked away.
Immortal Temple.
Yun Muchen and Xie Feng parted ways and began to wander around.
He's looking for an old man!
He had been to the Immortal Market before and had his eye on a sword, but he didn't have the money. So he made an agreement with the stall owner—an old man—to hold it for him and buy it next time he came!
However...
There won't be a next time.
Because as soon as he left, he was exiled to the Great Wilderness Heaven for murder!
Two hundred years have passed; I wonder if that old man is still alive?
Do you remember the promise you made?
Filled with hope, Yun Muchen searched everywhere!
only...
Why are so many stall owners old men?
Everyone looks like that guy from back then!
What's more troublesome is that these people are all wrapped up tightly, and whether or not they can be found depends entirely on luck!
Yun Muchen's expression gradually became complicated.
The Immortal Market was vast, and he searched repeatedly, taking a long time. As time ticked by, there was only a quarter of an hour left before the Immortal Market would close!
Yun Muchen was sweating profusely.
He stood on the street, keeping his eyes and ears open.
"Hey kid, move aside, you're blocking my business."
A vendor behind him had been blocked for a long time, which seriously affected his business. Moreover, this person was looking around but not looking in his direction!
The stall owner, unable to tolerate the vendor blocking his way and refusing to buy anything, finally spoke up in anger!
Yun Muchen hurriedly dodged to the side.
He was so embarrassed he gripped the ground with his toes.
"Oh!"
He glanced casually at the man's stall, and suddenly became excited!
What does it mean to "search high and low without finding it"?
What does it mean to be far away yet so close at hand?
This is the very moment!
Most of the items on the stall were old junk and miscellaneous goods, but underneath them, Dao Sword was visible—the very one he had his eye on back then!
Absolutely right!
Yun Muchen gripped the stall owner's hands tightly. "Old man, you're the person I've been looking for!"
The stall owner was startled, thinking that a hooligan had come to harass him, this old geezer!
Upon closer inspection, he said, "It's you."
Yes, yes, yes!
"Two hundred years ago, it was you who set your sights on this sword."
Yes, yes, yes!
This sword has always been reserved for you.
As the stall owner spoke, he pushed aside the clutter and took out a long sword. The scabbard was old-fashioned, the blade was grayish, and the edge was extremely dull; it seemed unremarkable...
In reality, it's just plain and unremarkable.
Otherwise, there would have been buyers for two hundred years...
The stall owner thought to himself, "This is what I'm thinking."
His grandfather picked it up casually. Rather than letting it take up space, he figured he might as well sell it. If he could trick a simpleton into buying it, he wouldn't lose out.
Yun Muchen took the sword, quite satisfied.
He comes from the Cloud Palace. What is the most powerful thing about the Cloud Palace?
Sword Dao!
His eyesight was exceptional, and he could naturally recognize the sword's extraordinary nature; it was just that it had been covered in dust for too long, and its sharpness had become dull.
If we hone our skills, they will surely regain their former glory!
The stall owner said, "Three hundred coins, you can take it."
It cost 300 coins back then, and it hasn't changed. What a conscientious merchant!
Yun Muchen readily paid!
As he was leaving, he glanced around casually and saw a large, dark-colored pair of horns lying horizontally in the far corner of the stall, covered in a layer of dust.
Yun Muchen was somewhat interested.
How much is this item?
Just as he was about to ask the price, a man in red spoke first. His face was covered by the brim of his hat, and his voice was deep and cold.
The stall owner chuckled, "This was a hunting trophy my great-grandfather obtained, but it's been so long that after he passed away, no one knew the origin of the horn."
The man stared silently at the horns.
The stall owner said, "These are just household odds and ends, worthless. Twenty cents, take them!"
The man said, "Okay!"
The two exchanged money for goods.
The stall owner was delighted.
Why are there so many idiots today?
Both the sword and the horn have been sitting untouched for over a hundred years; they're practically worthless!
I'm so lucky!
After paying with the incense coins, the man took out an exquisite wooden box and handed it to the stall owner.
The altar master opened it and was stunned.
Elixir!
Ten pills were neatly stacked inside the wooden box!
The stall owner was stunned. "What's this?"
Yun Muchen couldn't help but say, "Judging by its quality, it's probably a mid-grade immortal item, right?"
The stall owner's eyes widened instantly.
Is this some kind of elixir of immortality?!
Ten elixir pills!
One coin is worth 100,000 Immortal Coins; ten coins would be worth one million!
It's out! It's out!
The stall owner appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was seething with turmoil.
The man said, "I've thought about it, and charging me twenty cents for such a good item makes my conscience uneasy!"
Are there really people like this?
Feeling like you're getting too much benefit?
What a noble and great quality this is!
The stall owner was almost moved to tears.
The man placed the horn into a spatial stone, then suddenly turned slightly to the side, pointing at Yun Muchen's sword. "This is worth nine immortal pills!"
The stall owner blinked, then paused, momentarily stunned.
Yun Muchen: "..."
I curse your mother!
If you know it's valuable, there's no need to say it out loud, right?
Dude, you're going too far with your kindness, you know that?!
At this moment, the stall owner looked at Yun Muchen, his eyes shining with a divine light of enlightenment.
"Depend on!"
Yun Muchen covered his sword, took two steps back, turned around and ran away.
The man in red turned his head and watched Yun Muchen's retreating figure.
Oh.
He let out a soft chuckle.
He raised his chin, the brim of his hat fluttering in the wind, revealing half of his profile.
Thin cheeks, bloodshot eyes.
He narrowed his eyes, and his entire demeanor instantly became Evil Qi.
His name is Cang Lingzi, he was once called Blood Emperor! He was once called Blood Devil! He was once called Mo Ren!
A life of trials and tribulations, a journey through bloodshed, every step taken with utmost care!
Now, he has discarded all his past and is simply the personal disciple of the Heaven Pavilion Master! He is ranked fourth on the Heavenly Ranking!