Chapter 167: Senior brother, the defense is broken
The sky was covered with clouds, and the mountains flew by the shoulders like rolling curtains. The raindrops crackled on the board that held the sword to shield it from the wind.
Ta-da-ta-da-
Ye Anping, dressed as a disciple of the Xuanxing Sect, held a brush and account book, sketching on it. The flying sword beneath his feet cut through the air and pierced the clouds. After leaving Du Chun City, he, his junior sister, Liang Zhu, and his daughter made stops along the way, and a month and a half passed in the blink of an eye. With nothing to do, he began calculating the gains from this trip to Chilong Mansion.
He obtained 400,000 spirit stones and several precious treasures from the Jiang Mansion’s warehouse. He took one from the storage bags of four demonic cultivators. Curing Li Longling’s eyes at no cost brought in 150,000 spirit stones. Adding some miscellaneous income from running the Dragon Slaying Club, the total amount in Ye Anping’s pocket was almost over 900,000.
“Hmm… more than 930,000, which is a bit small.”
Hearing Ye Anping’s murmuring, Liang Zhu, riding the sword beside him, couldn’t help but twitch his eyes and give him a disdainful look.
He earned over 930,000 spirit stones in half a year and thought it was too little.
Liang Zhu now felt like slapping him on his head. This guy was born into good fortune but didn’t appreciate it. He couldn’t help but complain inwardly,
I set an ambush for that white-haired girl in the back mountain of Xuanxing Sect to earn 20,000 spirit stones.
I worked as a bodyguard for the leader of the Dragon Slaying Society just for a monthly salary of 2,000 spirit stones for food and accommodation, and I almost got killed by your junior sister.
“Do you think spirit stones are like marble? With over 900,000 spirit stones, an ordinary cultivator would probably need thirty or forty years without eating or drinking to save up.”
Liang Zhu didn’t dare to slap him on the back of the head since he would be living in his house with Ahting. He just rolled his eyes at him.
“Isn’t that too little? It’s enough for you two to form cores.”
“Not enough.” Ye Anping shook his head, looked at Liang Zhu, and said, “Nine-colored Lily of the Valley, Ice Sunflower, Heart-eating Mushroom, Thorn Blood Vine, and East China Sea Pearl. Do you think 900,000 can buy two sets?”
Hearing these materials, Liang Zhu paused and glanced at Pei Lianxue beside him, slightly puzzled.
“You with a double spiritual root and him with a triple spiritual root want to form a first-grade golden core?”
“If we’re forming a core, we must go for the best.”
“That’s aiming too high.” Liang Zhu pursed his lips, “Won’t the sixty-four thunder tribulations of a first-grade golden core turn you two into rubbish?”
Ye Anping shrugged, indicating understanding. Setting aside the scarce heavenly materials and earthly treasures needed for a first-grade golden core, just the sixty-four thunder tribulations were challenging. Cultivators with poor aptitude and insufficient Qi sea would find it impossible to endure.
As for Pei Lianxue, putting aside Ye Anping’s calculations, he would have to come up with a solution if he wanted to withstand these sixty-four thunder tribulations.
And this solution…
Ye Anping casually said, “Just use your natal spiritual sword to expand the Qi sea.”
Liang Zhu’s expression suddenly became even more peculiar. Why did his sixth brother always confidently talk about things that were the dreams of most cultivators?
Whether it’s a first-grade golden core or a natal magic weapon, these were things that cultivators only mentioned when boasting at the wine table. These two things, needing the right time, place, right people, and all three elements working together, took a lot of work. Over the past millennium, only about fifty people produced a first-grade golden core among tens of millions of cultivators. Those who were alive to this day without exception were all Immortals. People usually joked that the three of them were illegitimate children created by a true immortal from heaven who came down to earth for an affair.
Liang Zhu was speechless, paused, and suddenly raised his eyebrows as if he thought of something, “I have one in my hand. It may be your natal spiritual sword. How about selling it to you cheaply?”
Xiao Yunluo’s sword… Ye Anping immediately gave him an extensive look: “Don’t want.”
“Thirty percent off.”
“I don’t want it for free.”
“Ah…”
Liang Zhu twitched the corner of his mouth and stopped talking. Seeing him like this, Ye Anping felt like laughing inexplicably. He shook his head and returned to the original question, “Going back to the original question, can you get those first-grade golden cores that are heavenly materials and earthly treasures?”
Liang Zhu was silent, looked at him, and replied, “Those things have a price but no market. The big families keep a close eye on them. They will flock to them once they appear on the market, and the black market is no exception…”
Ye Anping rolled his eyes at him and raised his hand to stop: “You have to pay more, right?”
“Yep.”
“I’ll give you a 20% profit. How much difference you can make is up to you. You need two sets.”
“Thirty percent.”
“Let’s make a deal!”
Liang Zhu felt he had said too little and immediately clucked his tongue, “…Tsk, that’s all. No matter what, Lao Liu, you have to live longer.”
“What?”
Liang Zhu twisted his head and looked at Ahting, who was tied to his back and snoring, and said, “If you die, Ahting and I will have to move again.”
At this time, Pei Lianxue on the side couldn’t help but speak, looked at Liang Zhu with a bulging face and complained, and interrupted, “My senior brother will not die…”
Ye Anping leaned over, tugged at her bulging cheeks, and replied with a smile, “…Thanks to Brother Liang for his blessing.”
“Huh – how far is it?”
“Cross this mountain, cross that river…”
“Okay, pretend I didn’t ask.”
Ye Anping smiled, then put the brush and account book in his hand into the storage bag, once again increased the speed of the flying sword under his feet, and at the same time glanced at an extra tombstone in his storage bag.
“Xuan Yin Jue Fragment Volume 1”
This was found in the hiding place of the demonic cultivator Zuo Min from the Heavenly Demon Sect.
Now Fragments 1 and 5 were in his hands. With two copies, he could already start practicing this skill. However, after Ye Anping took the time to read the content in Volume 1, he found that if he wanted to practice, he would have to kill the cow with tears first. So after some consideration, he let his junior sister try it out later. If the junior sister couldn’t practice anymore, she could give it to Feng Yudie and exchange tens of thousands of spirit stones to buy some new clothes for the junior sister.
Like that, swaying, walking, and stopping, the group arrived at the mountain gate of the Hundred Lotus Sect. It was almost autumn now, and the mountains were full of green leaves mixed with brown. The scenery of the Hundred Lotus Sect was still beautiful, and the sky was still pleasant, but…
Ye Anping looked up at the giant mountain gate hand-carved out of pure jade. His eyes suddenly twitched, and he scolded his father in his heart.
Yes! The Hundred Lotus Sect now has a spiritual stone mine and is no longer a small mountain sect that was once so poor.
But! Dad, can’t you spend your money wisely?! Improve the food, decorate the disciples’ residences, and build more alchemy furnaces, wouldn’t that be better than building such an ostentatious mountain gate?!
Ye Anping rarely broke through his usual calm demeanor, which his father broke. As an alchemy cultivator, his father looked precise in his impression.
Pei Lianxue looked at it for a while, and because the plaque with the words “Hundred Lotus Sect” had not been hung up yet, she shrank her head and asked weakly, “Senior brother, are we going in the wrong direction?”
Liang Zhu looked at the mountain gate and hesitated for a while. He held it in for a long time before finally saying, “Lao Liu, your family is quite rich.”
Only Liang Ahting spoke bluntly. She took Liang Zhu’s hand, twisted her eyebrows, and said, “Uncle, this mountain gate is so rustic.”
Ye Anping looked around and saw two jade pillars standing in the barren mountains. He hesitated to speak. He shook his head, removed his identity token from his storage bag, raised it above his head, and stepped through the mountain gate.
“Let’s go…”