Chapter 227
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Chapter 227: Mutual Calculation
"Brother Ye, you’re quite the joker! No one has comprehended Thunder Spirit Qi in centuries. They say it requires immense fortune to achieve. Let’s drop the act," White Xianxing frowned, his expression shifting before forcing a smile.
"Brother Ye, this joke isn’t amusing. If you doubt my sincerity, speak plainly," Xiao Han arched an eyebrow, irritation flashing across his face.
Ye Yun chuckled. "What makes you think I’m lying? Clearly, you’re not from Shadowless Peak. Otherwise, as merchants, you’d know my name by now."
His confidence wasn’t misplaced. Though new to Shadowless Peak, his duel with Ming Siyu had made waves. While few recognized "Born as a Sword," observant disciples would notice the lightning essence within it. Combined with witnesses of his Divine Thunder Annihilation, news of his Thunder Spirit Qi would spread. Hiding it seemed pointless now.
Xiao Han and White Xianxing exchanged skeptical glances.
Without a word, Ye Yun formed a sword gesture with his fingers. A spark of lightning crackled at his fingertips, thunder rumbling faintly around them.
"The Thundercloud Lightning Sword? That proves nothing! True qi can mimic lightning’s form," White Xianxing insisted, unconvinced.
Ye Yun smirked. "Your knowledge is superficial. If mere qi could conjure Purple Lightning, this conversation ends here." He stood to leave Tiangyun Loft.
The two men scrambled to block his path.
"Just a jest, Brother Ye! With Thunder Spirit Qi, your future’s limitless. Let’s discuss properly—the tea hasn’t even arrived!" White Xianxing tugged him back, all smiles.
"Exactly! Unlike this fool, I’ve met you before. Who else would I trust?" Xiao Han laughed, joining White Xianxing in steering Ye Yun back to his seat.
Ye Yun feigned reluctance, having anticipated this. "Since you lack Thunder Spirit Qi artifacts, we’ve nothing to discuss."
"Not entirely! No one’s sought such items in ages, but we’ll scour the market for you," White Xianxing vowed, thumping his chest.
"My thanks," Ye Yun replied mildly.
Xiao Han, realizing he couldn’t monopolize Ye Yun’s business, grudgingly nodded.
"A prodigy like you needs more than Thunder Spirit Qi tools! Name any treasure—I’ll procure it!" Xiao Han boasted, ignoring White Xianxing’s eye-roll.
"Nothing for now," Ye Yun shrugged. "Though I’ll need heavenly materials and earthly treasures later."
The pair’s faces fell. They’d hoped to exploit his second-stage Qi refining needs, unaware Ye Yun sought to sell, not buy. As a newcomer in an unfamiliar market, he needed leverage—and these two were perfect marks.
"Brother Ye! I’ve true qi-enhancing pills, top-grade spiritual weapons, even a seventh-grade cultivation manual! There’s also a flawed Foundation Establishment Pill—failed, yet containing foundational insights. Take it at the Qi refining pinnacle for smoother ascension!" Xiao Han whispered urgently.
"Pills? Worthless. Top-grade weapons? He’s spoiled for choice. And your Flare Devil Art? Useless for lightning affinity. That botched pill? Pathetic," White Xianxing scoffed.
"Mock my art if you will, but your ignorance of Foundation Establishment shames you. Explaining it to you is like teaching a donkey the zither!" Xiao Han retorted.
Their decade-long rivalry played out on cue.
Ye Yun sipped tea, amused. "Brother Xiao doubts my Foundation prospects?"
"Not at all! But why not boost your odds? This pill’s yours alone!" Xiao Han pressed.
"A failed pill," White Xianxing sing-songed.
Ye Yun waved dismissively. "Fetch me ten proper Foundation Establishment Pills, then we’ll talk."
The merchants’ eyes glittered. A single pill cost 100,000 Contribution Points—astronomical. Yet Ye Yun spoke of ten like candies!
"Brother Ye jokes! They’re rarer than phoenix feathers," Xiao Han choked out.
Ye Yun’s pulse quickened. Hualun’s legacy included several Foundation Pills—selling them would solve all Contribution needs. But flaunting such treasures invited death.
"Master warned the Trading Market’s worthless. I’ll take my leave." He stood abruptly.
"Wait!" The duo leapt up, smiles strained. "The sect’s resources are limited, but we’d love to see real treasures. Surely you’ve brought some?"
Ye Yun hesitated artfully. "I have items… but you can’t afford them."
"Try us!" they barked in unison.
"Very well." Ye Yun produced a foot-tall crimson herb. "What say you, brothers?"
