Chapter 126: A Million Spirit Stones Gained — Heading Toward the Ancient Ruins
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The five corpses lay scattered, each soaked in a pool of blood.
All around, the chirping of birds and insects had ceased, even the distant roars of wild beasts had fallen silent. The world stood still.
Under the oppressive killing intent of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, all lesser beings could do was tremble, lie low, and hold their breath in fear.
Yu Xian swiftly searched the corpses, stripping them of all their artifacts, storage pouches, and other belongings.
With a wave of his hand, flames erupted, reducing the five bodies to ashes that were soon scattered by the mountain winds.
Then, picking a random direction, Yu Xian took to the skies and left the area in under ten breaths.
Half an hour later.
In the depths of a forest, Yu Xian descended.
After scanning the surroundings and confirming no danger, he sat down cross-legged on a clean patch of ground and took out one of the storage pouches.
These Foundation Establishment cultivators had been practicing for over a decade—naturally, their storage pouches were mid-grade.
A mid-grade storage pouch was quite standard for a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
He infused it with a wisp of spiritual sense.
Immediately, he was greeted by a heap of mid-grade spirit stones and a mountain of low-grade ones.
About 1,800 mid-grade spirit stones, and over 200,000 low-grade.
Seeing the stash, Yu Xian nodded slightly and muttered to himself, “Looks like it’s all come back to me…”
Next, he found five bottles of pills—four were top-grade tier-3, and one was low-grade tier-4.
A tier-4 pill, even if only low-grade, was already quite a valuable possession for a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator like Sun Daneng.
Yu Xian recognized the pill—it was a Foundation-Stabilizing Pill, used to strengthen a cultivator’s foundation.
For Foundation Establishment cultivators, the “foundation” referred to their Foundation Platform. This pill would aid greatly in progressing to late-stage Foundation Establishment. Sun Daneng had clearly intended to use it for a breakthrough.
Yu Xian smiled faintly and stowed the pill away—it would be perfect when he himself sought a breakthrough to mid-stage Foundation Establishment. He had originally planned to refine such a pill anyway.
The three tier-3 top-grade pills were all quality items for healing, rapid recovery, and spiritual replenishment.
Sadly, Sun Daneng never had the chance to use them.
As for artifacts, there was only a bone staff radiating a cold, eerie glow. Its exact use was unclear.
Most of Sun Daneng’s better artifacts were already accounted for—the bronze mirror had been destroyed during the fight, and the fourth-tier boots were now on Yu Xian’s feet.
As for the bone staff, Yu Xian frowned slightly and channeled a bit of spiritual power into it.
Gah gah gah…
A harsh, shrill screech rang out from the staff.
Clearly an offensive artifact, but not one to be wielded like a sword or spear—more like something cast through technique. Its exact abilities remained to be tested.
Yu Xian stopped examining it and moved on.
Among the remaining items were a messaging talisman, some spiritual herbs, and a powerful talisman containing a mid-Core Formation cultivator’s full-power strike.
Nothing else of value.
Foundation Establishment cultivators usually kept their storage pouches tidy and efficient—just what they needed, unlike Qi Condensation cultivators whose tiny pouches were crammed full of random junk.
Yu Xian pocketed the spiritual herbs and the powerful talisman before finally activating the messaging talisman.
A voice echoed in his ear:
“Brother Sun, the ruin is about to open. If you’re not here within three months, we’re going in without you. Hurry.”
Yu Xian’s brows furrowed.
A ruin… opening in three months…
It seemed like this message was urging Sun Daneng to investigate a secret realm.
Could it be… that what Sun Daneng said before wasn’t a lie? Was there really a ruin?
Even if there was, their original intention was to kill Yu Xian for his spirit stones—they had never truly planned to bring him to the ruin.
Yu Xian shook his head and crushed the talisman. He checked another storage pouch.
This one belonged to Hu Yang, and it was no small haul—over 100,000 low-grade spirit stones, 800 mid-grade, and a stack of manuals.
Yes, an actual stack—dozens of books.
Yu Xian glanced at the titles:
Compendium of Ten Thousand Beasts
One Hundred Spiritual Beast Techniques
Spiritual Beast Identification & Handling
100 Rules for Spirit Beast Breeding
How to Maximize a Spirit Beast’s Pregnancy Rate
…
Clearly, Hu Yang had deep knowledge of spirit beasts. No wonder he’d said he wanted to “discuss” the subject with Yu Xian.
Yu Xian had only raised a few spirit beasts and knew just the basics—he probably would’ve been speechless if they’d really sat down to “compare notes.”
Shaking his head, Yu Xian skimmed the books. He wasn’t interested in the subject right now, but he still kept the books—they might come in handy someday when facing unknown spirit beasts.
There was also a tier-3 lower-grade artifact, a few bottles of pills, and not much else.
He moved on to the third pouch.
This one was poorer—about 70,000–80,000 low-grade spirit stones, 800–900 mid-grade, and not much else.
Altogether, about 200,000 spirit stones’ worth.
Another pouch revealed about 100,000 spirit stones and a fourth-tier lower-grade armor.
Unfortunately, the owner never had a chance to wear it before Yu Xian struck.
The next pouch had about 230,000–240,000 in spirit stones, three tier-3 top-grade artifacts, several bottles of pills, and a few manuals.
Yu Xian flipped through them, checking for useful spells.
Right away, he saw:
Moon Spirit Yin True Art
Yin-Harvesting & Yang-Boosting Technique
The Great Joy Secret Method
…
Yu Xian’s brow twitched.
He wasn’t sure whose pouch this was—he’d mixed up the last three—but this guy clearly had a thing for dual cultivation.
Yet all five of them were men.
Why were they using Yin-harvesting techniques?
Shouldn’t it be Yang-harvesting instead?
Realization dawned. Goosebumps crawled over his skin.
He quickly destroyed those manuals and moved on.
The final pouch had over 200,000 spirit stones—standard for an experienced Foundation Establishment cultivator.
There were two tier-3 top-grade artifacts, three bottles of pills, two manuals, some herbs, and… another messaging talisman.
Yu Xian narrowed his eyes and activated it.
“Gao Tu, the ruin is opening. Be careful not to mess this up. I’ve already contacted Sun—once he arrives, lead him in… and we’ll strike together!”
Yu Xian’s eyes narrowed.
Things were starting to look… complicated.
But he didn’t care.
Complicated or not, it was best to settle things with a clean, decisive strike.
He crushed the talisman and began transferring the contents of the pouch into his own.
As he did, a small brocade cloth fell out from between two manuals.
He hadn’t noticed it before—it had been hidden.
Yu Xian reached back and caught it before it hit the ground, then unfolded it.
It was a rough map.
The path was simple, leading through a mountain range about 150,000 miles from Mo City, ending at a spot marked with four bold characters:
Ancient Ruins.
“Ancient Ruins…” Yu Xian muttered. “Could this be the place mentioned in the messages?”
It almost certainly was—how else would it coincide so perfectly?
An ancient ruin… He pondered for a moment and made up his mind.
If he hadn’t known the location, he wouldn’t have cared.
But now that he had a map—how could he not go?
Ancient ruins meant opportunities.
Still, there was no rush.
He had just acquired over a million spirit stones and various other treasures.
Naturally, he needed to exchange them for the specific items he required before heading into the unknown.
Gathering the five now-empty mid-grade storage pouches, Yu Xian stood, formed a hand seal, and took to the skies again—heading back the way he came.
To sell his loot, Mo City was the best place.
But he wouldn’t return to the Goldscale Pavilion again.
And he wouldn’t sell everything to a single shop either—dividing it among at least five shops was safer.
Selling all those goods to one place would surely draw unwanted attention.
Two and a half hours later.
Night had fallen. The moon hung bright in the sky.
Unlike mortal cities, Mo City had no curfews or gate closings.
Even in the dead of night, the grand city glowed with light, and cultivators moved back and forth freely.
Yu Xian walked through the gates with long strides.
