Chapter 169
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Chapter 169: Ice Spirit Water Vapor
"Bring over your fake item—I’ll take it!"
Ye Yun’s voice struck Song Huizhou’s ears like thunder, jolting him from despair. An overwhelming joy suddenly flooded his heart.
Song Huizhou never expected Ye Yun to trade a token for his counterfeit Jade Dragon Boat bought from a street stall. He knew the boat was utterly fake, with zero chance of being genuine.
He didn’t care why Ye Yun wanted it. All that mattered was the token—it granted eligibility for the inner disciple assessment.
"Changed your mind?" Ye Yun chuckled.
"Trade! Of course I’ll trade!" Song Huizhou bobbed his head frantically, shoving the Jade Dragon Boat forward before snatching the token from Ye Yun’s hand, grinning wildly.
No one dared steal the token, so Song Huizhou lingered several zhang behind Ye Yun, clutching his prize with visible glee.
Duan Chenfeng frowned, baffled. Even if the Jade Dragon Boat were real, it’d be useless to Ye Yun now.
"Brother Ye, that’s clearly a fake. Why trade a token for it?" Yu Minghong blurted.
Others shared the confusion. What value could a street-stall trinket hold?
"Tokens are plentiful. I’m just trading for fun," Ye Yun said lightly, raising another token. "Who’s next with something interesting?"
"Me! Me!"
Dozens of disciples surged forward, waving items that glinted with brilliance.
Oddities rarely seen now littered the ground.
"Patience! If your item intrigues me, tokens are no issue," Ye Yun said, amused.
A Yellow Robed Disciple edged closer, clutching a jade bottle mysteriously.
"Brother Ye, this bottle holds something extraordinary—it’ll shock you!"
Ye Yun sniffed. "What’s inside? Open it."
"Can’t! The scent leaking would ruin its power," the disciple replied slyly.
Ye Yun narrowed his eyes. "Spit it out."
The disciple leaned in, whispering, "Mighty Diamond Pill."
"Mighty Diamond? Does it grant colossal strength, like an enraged diamond?" Yu Minghong cut in, ears sharp.
If true, such a pill would be priceless beyond belief.
Ye Yun looked equally skeptical.
"Scram!"
Duan Chenfeng roared, slapping the disciple hard.
"Ah!"
The disciple yelped, tumbling away like a rolling gourd.
"Duan Chenfeng! What was that?" Ye Yun snapped.
Duan Chenfeng scoffed. "You know what the Mighty Diamond Pill really is?"
"Isn’t it a pill that boosts strength and instant explosive power?" Yu Minghong interjected.
Duan Chenfeng glanced at him and said, “You’re still young and don’t know better, but Ye Yun, you’re old enough. Haven’t you heard of the origins of the Mighty Diamond Pill?”
Ye Yun shook his head. Having come from a remote border town, he’d never encountered such things.
“The Mighty Diamond Pill is common in the capital. While it does boost strength and endurance as described, its primary purpose is different.”
“Isn’t that good?” Yu Minghong interjected eagerly.
“Good? Hah! Its true function is enhancing stamina for brothel visits—prolonging bedchamber performance. Still want it?” Duan Chenfeng scoffed.
Ye Yun and Yu Minghong gaped, never imagining the pill’s vulgar purpose.
“Unbreakable as diamond, unyielding as steel in bed—now you get its name?” Duan Chenfeng chuckled at their stunned faces.
A flicker of murderous intent crossed Ye Yun’s eyes. How dare this Yellow Robed Disciple mock him? Cultivators had no need for such filth!
The Yellow Robed Disciple paled under Ye Yun’s glare. “Brother Ye, you requested unusual items! This was all I had!”
With a sharp crack, Ye Yun’s slap left a red mark on the disciple’s cheek.
“I meant rare treasures, not this garbage. Anyone else offering trash will regret it.”
A Black Robed Disciple shouted, “Let’s kill this fool! Which of us needs this rubbish pill?”
“Exactly! No more worthless items!”
“Step aside if you’ve nothing good!”
The crowd roared angrily, suddenly acting like Ye Yun’s lifelong comrades.
Ye Yun remained silent, hands clasped behind his back. Truthfully, he lacked nothing—spirit stones, spiritual weapons, or cultivation resources. Hualun’s millennium of preparations could carry him to the Foundation Establishment stage, perhaps even Golden Core with proper guidance.
He sought treasures related to elemental energies—Fire, Thunder, or Ice Spirit Qi. Strengthening these would boost his cultivation dramatically. The tokens meant nothing to him, but trading them for such treasures? That held value.
A Black Robed Disciple pushed through the crowd, cradling swirling blue mist. “Brother Ye, I offer this rare Ice Spirit Water Vapor. After three years, I still can’t master it. Take it for a token—I must join the inner disciple assessment before aging out.”
Duan Chenfeng shivered as cold radiated from the mist. “What is that?”
“Condensed from natural Ice Spirit Qi. I’ve kept it secret, but without a token for Tian Zhu Peak’s assessment, I’ll remain an outer disciple forever.”
Ye Yun frowned. Though skilled in Ice Spirit Qi, he sensed only faint energy from the vapor. Yet detecting no deception, he shrugged. “Done.” He tossed a token.
The disciple reluctantly handed over the mist. Upon contact, Ye Yun’s eyes widened imperceptibly—the vapor’s energy wasn’t weak, but impossibly dense! Only his Ice Spirit cultivation allowed him to sense its true power through whatever concealed its aura.
Burying his excitement, Ye Yun casually stored it in his Thunder Sound Metamorphosis ring.
“If you can’t use it…” the disciple began.
“Mine now,” Ye Yun cut him off. Turning to the crowd, he hid his triumph. “Next! Bring your curiosities—tokens await!”
