Chapter 761

Chapter 761: Beast Blood Pavilion

"Since Brother Ye Yun is interested, I’ll recommend some fine beast items. Speaking of rare treasures related to beasts, they’re naturally tied to essence blood. Once, a senior even swallowed dragon blood, strengthening his body beyond imagination," Mo Tianxiao said with a smile.

"Oh? This boy knows something," the Ancestor’s voice echoed.

Hearing Mo Tianxiao’s words, Ye Yun asked the Ancestor sarcastically, "That senior who swallowed dragon blood—was that you?"

"Heh, a youthful folly. No need to dwell on it," the Ancestor replied, feigning humility but clearly proud.

Ye Yun chuckled, "I can’t imagine how you got it. Dragon blood! You were bold to target a divine beast."

"The Ancestor had great skills, but clever tricks were needed. Even I’d hesitate facing such a creature," the Ancestor admitted uncharacteristically.

"But why do we need Red Lotus Stones and Sky Blue Jade for the Thunder Spirit? Those are fire and water spirit materials. Using so many conflicting elements with Thunder Spirit power seems dangerously unstable," Ye Yun questioned. The Ancestor’s explanation eased his doubts, silencing further questions.

Difficulty depended on luck and resolve—both could shake one’s confidence. Ye Yun understood this, while the Ancestor had learned it only in death, leaving him bitter.

This helplessness stemmed from within. Seeing Ye Yun’s calm demeanor, the Ancestor felt pleased. Such composure was rare and valuable.

Ye Yun studied the ancient storefront. The sign "Beast Blood Pavilion" bore sharp, dragon-like strokes that abruptly faded into lifeless crimson ink. "The owner must be skilled," he remarked.

"The pavilion master is formidable. The store looks plain, but inside lies every essence blood imaginable—though rare ones cost a fortune. Even I find it daunting," said Mo Tianxiao, eyeing the glowing blood beads in jars. He’d visited often, knowing the rules.

"Would they have dragon blood?" Ye Yun glanced at the countless vials.

"Unlikely. If they did, only the sect leader could afford it. The prices here are obscene," Mo Tianxiao grumbled, recalling Earth Immortal realm cultivators who’d tried stealing—slain instantly by the owner’s unseen hand.

Wind leaves no trace; blood stains no robes…

Back then, Mo Tianxiao was merely Fifth Level Earth Immortal. Those Seventh Level thieves had died abruptly, as if their lifespans expired—a memory that still chilled him.

"But pay fairly, and the owner won’t trouble you. He’s reasonable, never inflating prices for juniors," Mo Tianxiao added.

"Impressive," Ye Yun nodded, then asked the Ancestor, "Which bloods stand out?"

"I’ve tasted dragon blood—these trifles don’t interest me. But these vials are spatial treasures! The owner’s no ordinary man," the Ancestor said, until spotting three black drops in a vial. He gulped. "Who dares sell this?!"

Ye Yun examined the vial. Though sensing nothing unusual, his Nascent Soul’s eyes blazed with light—a reaction. He plucked it from the shelf. "How much for this?"

Mo Tianxiao barely glanced at the black essence blood when a hoarse voice intoned, "For the destined: one million top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones. Pay, and take it."

Ye Yun stiffened. "So much for this?!"

"Pay! Even ten million’s a steal!" the Ancestor urged. The exorbitant price confirmed his suspicions.

"Fine. I’ll leave payment here," Ye Yun said, placing a Storage Treasure on the counter. It vanished instantly, the vial’s Barrier dissolving.

"Don’t disappoint me," Ye Yun muttered, mourning his spent stones. Mo Tianxiao chuckled, "Everything here’s worth the price. I always bring extra."

"Let’s hope," Ye Yun replied, eyeing the black drops in his treasure. "Ancestor, what is this?"

"For my soul power. No more weakness," the Ancestor said, crushing the drops. Surging soul energy solidified his form. "Ah! Soul water! With more, I’d fully recover!"

Such treasures were rare. Securing three drops was luck itself. "My fortune hasn’t faded!" the Ancestor crowed.

Ye Yun smiled, letting him revel. If it helped the Ancestor, any price was justified.

After Mo Tianxiao selected his vials, they left. Greedy eyes followed them. "Fools everywhere," Ye Yun remarked.

Mo Tianxiao snorted. Mental energy lanced into onlookers’ seas of consciousness—screams erupted behind them.

"Weaklings shouldn’t court death," Ye Yun said.

"Nascent Soul ants daring malice? Pathetic!" Mo Tianxiao crushed their cultivation, scattering the crowd.

"Too harsh. They’ll hate you forever," Ye Yun noted as Mo Tianxiao cooled down. "The Red Stained Pavilion opens later. Let’s split up and regroup."

"Agreed." Mo Tianxiao grimaced. "But Brother Ye, I yield to your strength."

"Details matter not," Ye Yun said. He’d have killed those fools; Mo Tianxiao’s mercy differed from his own resolve.

Ye Yun wandered, passing Demon Race members forced into beast forms. Their hatred meant nothing—mercy was delusion. Captors and captives couldn’t coexist.

Chained demon girls stared vacantly. Ye Yun glanced away.

"Thought you’d be heartless," the Ancestor teased. "Most are harmless beings. Pitiable."

"Demons follow nature’s law. Weaklings die unnoticed," Ye Yun coldly said.

"Or you’re still weak," the Ancestor prodded.

"Say what you will," Ye Yun replied, distracted by a street vendor. His shifting mindset drew the Ancestor’s sigh. "Not truly pure-hearted. Expected."

"Calmness suffices." Ye Yun entered a towering building.

"Private or common seating, honored guest?" beauties inquired.

"Private." Ye Yun followed blue-robed girls to a serene pavilion. They exchanged smiles—three hours for ten Top-quality Immortal Spirit Stones marked him as wealthy prey.