Chapter 406
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Chapter 406: Moon Goddess Palace
The Ancestor of the Sword Path nourished his spirit within the Soul Turning Tower, rarely awakening unless necessary.
Now that Ye Yun wished to discuss the Heavenly Sword Sect’s predecessor, the Immortal Sword Sect, with Old Cheng, he needed the Ancestor to listen for potential insights.
Reluctantly, the Ancestor stirred, his voice gruff. “Boy, why disturb me? Didn’t you promise not to bother me while in the Great Qin Empire?”
Ye Yun chuckled inwardly. “Ancestor, I’m in the City of Rubble northeast of the Great Qin Empire. A storyteller here seems deeply knowledgeable about the Heavenly Sword Sect’s origins. I thought you should hear this.”
“The Immortal Sword Sect? So its legacy still lingers here. This might complicate our search for the Secret Vault,” the Ancestor muttered, sounding surprised.
“Let’s hear the storyteller first,” Ye Yun replied.
Old Cheng had already settled at the table, his Wine Gourd placed beside him and a folded fan tucked into his collar. Rubbing his hands eagerly, he stared at the wine jar.
Soon, Little Cui brought two sealed jars. When opened, an overpowering aroma flooded the tavern.
“Incredible wine!”
“Who knew this humble place hid such treasure?”
“Drinking here for decades, I’ve never smelled anything like it!”
“How much would this cost?”
Patrons marveled as the fragrance spread.
Little Cui carefully poured amber-hued wine into jade bowls. “These jars were our shopkeeper’s prized stash for decades. Only because this young master insisted on the finest did we unveil them.”
Old Cheng gaped at the liquid, nearly drooling.
“Only two jars? Their price?” Ye Yun asked, though he lacked expertise, the wine’s quality was undeniable.
The shopkeeper, a fifties-aged man, approached. “For a noble like you, two thousand top-grade spirit stones should suffice—consider it a favor.”
Gasps erupted. Two thousand top-grade spirit stones!
Such stones were rare treasures in the Great Qin Empire, tightly controlled by the royal family and major sects. Most wandering cultivators relied on upper-grade stones, yet here was a fortune laid bare.
Old Cheng froze, bowl in hand. Ye Yun remained calm.
“Reasonable.” Ye Yun flicked his fingers, and a pile of glowing top-grade spirit stones materialized on the table.
The room fell silent.
“Genuine… top-grade stones?” The shopkeeper stammered, having expected haggling, not instant compliance.
“Authentic,” Ye Yun confirmed.
Over the past weeks, he’d learned spirit stones here were monopolized by powers, unlike the Jin Kingdom, where even minor sects held reserves. Before leaving, Duan Chenfeng had gifted him half the kingdom’s treasury—millions of upper-grade stones and over two hundred thousand top-grade ones.
To these patrons, two thousand top-grade stones were unimaginable.
“Little Cui! Fetch all our best wine and dishes! Today’s feast is on the house—no one leaves sober!” The shopkeeper swiped the stones, beaming.
Cheers and gratitude filled the air, many bowing to Ye Yun with newfound respect.
Ye Yun sipped calmly. Old Cheng, however, drained his bowl in one gulp, sighing blissfully.
The shopkeeper raised his bowl. “To our generous guest!”
Panicked, Old Cheng gulped three bowls, his face flushing crimson.
“Old Cheng,” Ye Yun began, “your tale of the Immortal Sword Sect differs from what I’ve heard. They supposedly had only one saint, yet you spoke of multiple?”
Old Cheng wiped his mouth. “Two, actually. The Supreme Elder in seclusion, and another who ascended mid-battle against two royal saints. He fled with survivors—where, none know.”
Ye Yun nodded; this matched Jin Kingdom records. Casually, he added, “You mentioned those saints came from ‘above.’ What does that mean?”
Old Cheng choked on his drink.
“…You’ve truly never heard of ‘above’?” Old Cheng whispered, glancing around.
The shopkeeper leaned in. “It’s a term among wandering cultivators.”
“What is ‘above’?” Ye Yun pressed.
Old Cheng’s voice dropped. “Have you heard… of the Moon Goddess Palace?”
