Chapter 75

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Chapter 75: Spirit Gathering Pill

“Really?” Duan Chenfeng said as he strode toward Senior Brother Jin.

“What do you want?”

Senior Brother Jin’s gaze turned icy as he sneered.

Duan Chenfeng smirked coldly. “Since Blue Ice Grass is so precious, I’ll naturally take some.”

“I found this Blue Ice Grass first. If you want a share, prove your worth,” Senior Brother Jin spat, murderous intent seeping into his voice. He glanced at Chen Yun. “Junior Brother Chen Yun, handle him.”

The Chen-named disciple wordlessly stepped forward, silver spear gleaming as its tip aimed at Duan Chenfeng’s face.

“Planning to kill over grass?” Duan Chenfeng said flatly. Light flashed around his hands as replicas of the Phantom Boxing Gloves and Great Sun Boxing Gloves materialized.

Yu Minghong and Qu Yiping exchanged looks before silently shifting closer to Duan Chenfeng. Though Duan Chenfeng was domineering, he merely bullied others. Senior Brother Jin and Chen Yun, however, radiated a willingness to slaughter anyone for treasure.

If Duan Chenfeng died, their own standing among the Yellow Robed Disciples would worsen.

“Seems we’ll have to fight first,” Senior Brother Jin declared, abandoning his Blue Ice Grass harvest and rising. His eyes flicked to Ye Yun—the one he feared most.

Yet Ye Yun stood motionless, staring blankly at the Blue Ice Grass, his thoughts unreadable.

“Just a hundred stalks of Blue Ice Grass,” a clear, mocking voice chimed. Su Ling eyed Ye Yun disdainfully. “Killing each other over this? Pathetic. Don’t tell me you want to fight too, Ye Yun?”

“My knowledge may be limited,” Ye Yun replied without turning, “but I know Blue Ice Grass refines Spirit Gathering Pills. Those pills stabilize energy condensation, boosting chances to advance from peak body refinement to Qi refining stage. That’s why they’re treasures worth hundreds of top-grade spirit stones to us. Where’s the joke?”

“Spirit Gathering Pills aren’t rare! They have side effects anyway. I’ll give you one when we escape,” Su Ling retorted.

“You HAVE one?!” Senior Brother Jin and Chen Yun blurted in unison, greed blazing in their eyes.

To outer disciples like them, a Spirit Gathering Pill was priceless—equivalent to a hundred top-grade spirit stones, an impossible sum for Yellow Robed Disciples. This explained their frenzy over the grass.

“None of your business! Collect your grass and scram,” Su Ling snapped.

“Hand over the pill!” Senior Brother Jin materialized before her, features twisted.

Ye Yun stepped between them wordlessly.

“This doesn’t concern you, Ye Yun,” Senior Brother Jin growled. “Move, or die.”

“Even if she owns the pill,” Ye Yun said coldly, “stealing it won’t help you. Attempting Qi refinement here means death. You know that.”

“Do I?” Senior Brother Jin sneered, dark energy swirling around his fists. “In the Heavenly Sword Sect, we seize treasures first. Usage comes later.”

Ye Yun’s eyelids lowered. Black light flashed as the Obsidian Sword appeared in his grip.

“Fine, take it.” Su Ling stepped forward, a azure pill resting on her palm. Its herbal scent confirmed it as genuine—Senior Brother Jin trembled, recognition flaring.

“A real Spirit Gathering Pill?!”

Yu Minghong and others stared in shock. Even Ye Yun’s composure cracked—he’d underestimated Su Ling’s background. To Shadowless Peak’s true inheritors, such pills were trivial, yet invaluable to low-tier cultivators.

“The pill’s yours to give,” Ye Yun told Su Ling, voice steady. “But the tomb’s Blue Ice Grass stays with us.”

“Hah! With this pill, why bother with grass?” Senior Brother Jin crowed. “Take it all! Second pills are useless anyway.”

Madness glinted in his eyes—the object of his obsession now within reach.

“Ye Yun!” Su Ling glared. “Just don’t start another fight.” She tossed the pill to Senior Brother Jin.

“You still don’t understand,” Ye Yun hissed in her ear. “What’s trivial to you is life-changing here. This isn’t Tian Zhu Peak. Some would kill you without hesitation. Flaunt wealth again, and we’ll be fighting everyone.”

Su Ling paled, then brightened. Leaning close, she whispered, “So you’d stand with me against them all?”

“I’d die fighting Jin. You?” Ye Yun said tonelessly. “A pretty girl? Your fate would be… worse.”

Color drained from Su Ling’s face. Yet she quickly recovered, lips almost brushing his ear. “So you think I’m pretty?”

Ye Yun’s frown deepened. This girl would be the death of him.