Chapter 409
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Chapter 409: Gains from the Alchemy Cauldron
Ye Yun remained in the City of Rubble for around twenty days. After thoroughly understanding the power dynamics of the Great Qin Empire, he departed for the capital with Old Cheng.
The journey spanned over a hundred thousand miles between the cities. With no direct teleportation array available, they had to make multiple teleportations.
The capital-bound teleportation array always overflowed with crowds. By spending some spirit stones, Ye Yun secured priority passage, reaching the capital within five days.
The capital—a sprawling heartland of the empire—covered thousands of miles. Its ten-zhang walls stretched endlessly beyond sight.
Weather-worn moss clung to ancient stones. Gazing upward from the base, one felt the weight of millennia.
Ye Yun and Old Cheng stood awestruck beneath the walls.
This ten-thousand-year-old city reportedly rose after the Battle of Immortals and Demons, enduring countless eras at the empire’s core.
No other name adorned the capital. Two golden characters above the gate simply declared: "Capital."
No guards inspected the endless streams of people flowing through the gates.
Blending into the bustling crowd, the two entered.
Compared to the capital’s vibrant streets, the Jin Kingdom’s royal city seemed but a quiet alley with sparse foot traffic—utterly insignificant.
"Look, Young Master Ye! That tallest tower houses the famed Taibai Restaurant. Their wines cost hundreds of top-grade spirit stones per jug!" Old Cheng’s eyes lit up at the sight.
"Hundreds? Still cheaper than what we drank before," Ye Yun chuckled.
"Not even close! Those two jars last time—who knows where that guy got them! Unheard-of quality! Two thousand stones felt steep, but worth it. Such wine’s rarer than phoenix feathers." Old Cheng rubbed his empty Wine Gourd ruefully—he’d drained both jars himself.
"We’ll sample it later." Ye Yun gestured at an imposing structure. "What’s that?"
"Sharp eyes! The Alchemy Cauldron Sect’s shop sells every pill imaginable—from body refinement to Golden Core stage! Shall we investigate?" Old Cheng grinned.
Ye Yun’s pulse quickened. His primary mission was finding soul-healing spirit pills; unlocking the Immortal Sword Sect’s Saint’s Secret Vault came second.
"Let’s see if they have anything useful."
Old Cheng happily led the way, anticipating profits from accompanying this wealthy youth.
The shop’s plaque bore two words: Alchemy Cauldron.
A steady crowd flowed through its doors.
"Seeking pills? Wise choice! None surpass our Alchemy Cauldron Sect’s wares in the capital," a greeter boasted, though polite.
Ye Yun entered, asking, "You have everything?"
"Everything—even Golden Core stage varieties!" The disciple assessed their apparent wealth.
"Splendid. I’ll browse thoroughly."
"First floor’s for below Foundation Establishment. Let me show you upstairs—proper pills for your cultivation level."
Old Cheng squinted. "Truly every Foundation Establishment pill here?"
"Absolutely."
"Even Gathering Pill Liquid for breaking into Golden Core?"
The disciple hesitated. "That… isn’t sold publicly. Crossing to Golden Core remains chancy—the liquid only boosts success by ten percent."
"No Gathering Pill Liquid? Your ‘everything’ claim rings hollow." Old Cheng dismissed him with a wave.
“Senior, since you’re also at the Foundation Establishment stage, you must know how precious Gathering Pill Liquid is. Such items aren’t sold openly—they appear at auctions. If you’re willing to wait, there’s one in five days where you might find it,” the welcoming disciple urged, worried Old Cheng and Ye Yun might leave without buying anything. Transactions above the second floor earned him commissions, and he didn’t want to lose out.
“An auction?”
As expected, Ye Yun turned, curiosity in his voice.
“Exactly! Rare treasures aren’t sold in shops—they go to auctions to fetch higher prices,” the disciple explained hastily. Even if Ye Yun failed to bid, simply attending would earn the disciple a generous fee.
“Might be worth a look. What’s needed to join? Still the spirit stone check like before?” Old Cheng asked. Having spent years in the capital, he knew auctions well.
“Of course! Otherwise, it’d turn into a chaotic market,” the disciple replied, smiling. He now realized Ye Yun, not Old Cheng, was the decision-maker.
“Fine. How many spirit stones to qualify?” Ye Yun asked.
“One hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones,” the disciple answered, trying to mask his eagerness.
Ye Yun shrugged. “Easy enough. Will this cover it?” He tossed over a storage pouch.
The disciple caught it, scanning it with his spirit perception. His eyes widened—the pouch held over five hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones!
“More than enough! I’ll secure your spots and arrange the finest private booth!”
Five hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones equaled five thousand high-grade ones—a staggering sum. Most cultivators burned through spirit stones daily for cultivation, leaving little to save. Only sects or wealthy clans could amass such wealth. To the disciple, Ye Yun suddenly seemed like royalty.
After verification, they received their auction credentials.
The disciple handed Ye Yun a black token. “Our Alchemy Cauldron Sect’s tokens come in five colors: white, blue, red, black, gold. Black marks you as a second-tier honored guest—rarely given.”
“Why not gold?” Ye Yun asked.
“Gold tokens have been issued just five times in a decade. Only Nascent Soul stage Ancestors or Great Qin Empire elites receive them. Status, not wealth, decides that,” the disciple explained apologetically.
Ye Yun waved it off. “Just curious. I’ll return in five days.”
“Might I know what treasures you seek? I’ll prepare a catalog for your review.”
After a pause, Ye Yun said, “Nothing ordinary. Gathering Pill Liquid, high-grade mysterious weapons, Immortal artifacts, or soul-nourishing pills.”
The disciple’s eyes gleamed. “Impressive tastes! The first two are exceedingly rare and costly, but we have soul-nourishing pills on the third floor.”
“Show me,” Ye Yun said, feigning calm. If the Alchemy Cauldron Sect had pills to awaken Su Ling, this trip would be worth it.
