Chapter 677

Chapter 677: Ink Jade

"Ye Yun, I think these two youngsters are right. You aren’t actually planning to keep your Pure Yang body forever, are you?" The Ancestor of the Sword Path chuckled.

"Speaking less wouldn’t make people mistake you for a mute," Ye Yun shot back irritably.

"Ha! Keep cultivating then." With a booming laugh, the Ancestor’s voice vanished from Ye Yun’s mind. Sighing, Ye Yun refocused and resumed studying the teleportation laws from the spatial dragon egg.

"One thought into the void." Murmuring the mantra, he channeled spatial energy. After hours of meditation, he exhaled sharply, his mind refreshed. The spatial rules around him now appeared clearer—likely due to the dragon egg’s inheritance memory.

As Ye Yun organized the egg’s fragmented memories, he condensed them into a cluster. The Ancestor stored them in a jade tablet, leaving only pure spatial knowledge. Over ninety percent had dissipated when the Dragon’s Soul was extracted.

Even if the egg’s residual intelligence rebelled now, its weakened state posed little threat. Otherwise, suppressing its mental invasions would’ve been impossible.

"Senior, finished cultivating?" Golden Ling’er giggled as Ye Yun opened his eyes. "Ling’er’s decided to aim for your standards. How’s that?"

"Ling’er, this ambition of yours…" Jin An interrupted before Ye Yun could respond.

"Senior Brother would never understand grand aspirations." Golden Ling’er smirked, pinching Jin An’s waist viciously. He gasped, tears welling, and stayed silent.

"Let’s move." Ye Yun’s white light enveloped them, teleporting the group away.

The endless jumps drained Ye Yun’s true qi. After escaping the Extreme Northern Frost Land, he paused at a trading post. "Let’s look around. You might find useful items."

"Even with recent gains, decent finds here are unlikely." Jin An sighed, eyeing his thin-stuffed storage pouch.

"Choose one thing. I’ll cover the cost." Ye Yun offered casually.

"Truly?" Jin An’s eyes widened. He’d briefly considered asking but feared imposing.

"Just avoid supreme Immortal artifacts. Even a top-quality one would require interest payments." Ye Yun warned, amused.

His current wealth neared a million top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones. Without those, the Mysterious Crescent Blade and Fire Dragon Whip alone exceeded that value.

*Had the Ancestor not erased your sentience, you’d dominate among supreme artifacts,* Ye Yun thought, tracing the blade’s crescent edge. Its sinister aura threatened to slice through flesh.

"Don’t exaggerate," the Ancestor interjected. "Your Purple Shadow Divine Sword surpasses this in durability."

"True. Though untested, the sword rivals top-quality artifacts." Ye Yun countered.

"Regardless, its potential remains vast," the Ancestor insisted. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Grab that Ink Jade! It’s a soul vessel!"

Ye Yun examined the dull black stone. His spirit perception revealed only basic defensive properties—why was the vendor treating it as a freebie?

"This can stabilize my soul’s origin outside the black forest!" the Ancestor urged.

Ye Yun turned to the vendor. "Price for this?"

"Found something valuable?" The vendor eyed him suspiciously.

"Just curiosity. Seven low-grade Immortal Spirit Stones."

"Not selling." The third-level Nascent Soul cultivator turned away.

"Ten stones?"

"Still no." The vendor smirked, sensing weakness.

"Snap his arm!" the Ancestor raged.

"Patience." A frosty voice interrupted. Ye Yun turned to see Yue Lengxuan of the Moon Dynasty, veil restored, flanked by three glaring guards.

"Being bullied by a mere Golden Core?" Her tone dripped mockery.

"Apparently." Ye Yun shrugged.

Her guards erupted with seventh-level Nascent Soul pressure, but Ye Yun dispersed it with a flick.

"Reckless yet capable." Her eyes narrowed. To the vendor, she commanded: "Surrender the jade or lose your head."

Trembling, the vendor complied, shooting Ye Yun a fearful glance.

"My earlier… miscalculation." The vendor forced a smile, offering a precious herb.

Ye Yun accepted carelessly. To Yue Lengxuan, he teased: "Trading that jade for me?"

"Impudence!" Her guards unleashed crushing pressure, but Ye Yun nullified it effortlessly.

"Amusing boldness." Her gaze lingered. "Keep the jade. Remember our pact to explore Xumi Treasure’s second layer." She vanished in a swirl of robes.

"Profit without cost." Ye Yun pocketed the jade, eyeing the cowed crowd. "Jokes aside—attempt theft, and suffer consequences."

Murmured agreements rippled through the crowd. None dared provoke an expert wielding supreme artifacts.

At another stall, Ye Yun pointed at an unripe fruit. "Price?"

"Yours if wanted." The blue-robed cultivator shrugged. "This Nascent Soul fruit’s useless to us."

"Three top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones." Ye Yun paid properly, refusing to exploit.

"Join me at Xumi’s first layer? The Moon Goddess Palace claims it, though they’ll only seal it briefly."

"Stealing from tigers?" Ye Yun mused.

"Precisely." The man grinned.