Chapter 59: Kills Three Outside the Market — Spirit Stones Enough for the Mysterious Treasure
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Just moments after Yu Xian left, two figures stealthily approached from the distance. They glanced at the shattered beam on the ground and quickly followed his trail.
By now, Yu Xian had already completed everything he needed to do, so he headed directly toward the nearest exit of the market city. The two pursuers’ expressions shifted instantly — they knew at once that Yu Xian was trying to escape!
One of them quickly turned around to send a message, while the other kept up the chase.
Outside the market, Yu Xian checked his direction, raised his hand, and cast Swift Wind Step. He soared two zhang into the air and flew forward.
However, his speed wasn’t particularly fast.
With his current strength, combining Gale Technique and Swift Wind Step, or even flying with the Bi Ling Sword Art, would make him several times faster. But Yu Xian chose a steady, measured pace — he was waiting.
His expression was icy. After flying several li, he suddenly turned, forming hand seals.
“Have you followed me long enough?!”
Boom!
Empowered by the vigorous spirit energy of a late-stage Qi Condensation cultivator, the Fire Flood Dragon Technique roared out. The flaming dragon’s form had grown visibly more substantial — its scales and movements clearly defined.
“Ah!?”
From a dense grove up ahead, a figure jumped out, screaming in disbelief. “How did you notice me!?”
“Utterly laughable,” Yu Xian sneered. With his battle-honed instincts, how could he not notice such an obvious tail?
The Fire Dragon roared forward with blazing speed. Though the pursuer was also at late-stage Qi Condensation and had been keeping a cautious distance, he panicked.
“Earth Wall!” he roared, forming a one-zhang tall, four-chi thick barrier.
Yu Xian didn’t use talismans, nor did he sneak attack. He didn’t even draw on his Tier-4 Bi Ling Sword or his two Tier-3 trapping treasures — Binding Dragon Rope and Heaven-Covering Net. Today, he wanted to test the true strength of his own spiritual power.
This opponent would serve as his whetstone!
As the Fire Dragon surged ahead, Yu Xian’s hand moved again — gathering moisture into a rising Water Dragon.
“One mind, two spells!?” the enemy cultivator gasped. His face twisted with panic. He had just begun forming seals when it was too late.
“Damn it!”
He dropped his offensive spell and poured all his strength into maintaining the Earth Wall.
BOOM!!
The Fire Dragon crashed into the Earth Wall. With a deafening roar, it cracked and shattered the barrier, sending flames and debris flying.
“No! This can’t be! Are you late-stage or peak Qi Condensation!? AHH!”
The two were supposedly of the same realm, but the result was utterly one-sided.
Yu Xian’s Fire Dragon smashed through the wall. As the enemy wailed in horror, the Water Dragon exploded — flesh and blood scattered.
Yu Xian’s eyes flickered slightly. He hadn’t expected to dominate this hard. He’d planned to exchange several spells to properly gauge the gap.
But clearly, this loose cultivator had poor foundations. Most of them, desperate to advance realms, rarely expanded their spirit seas or cultivated spiritual depth. In contrast, Yu Xian, now a High-Grade Wood Spirit Root, had a sea of spiritual power nearly 2.7 zhang wide!
Against such mediocrity, if he couldn’t crush them, that would be the real joke.
He checked the fallen enemy’s storage pouch — incredibly poor. Just a few spirit stones and useless junk.
“Loose cultivators…” Yu Xian shook his head and turned to leave.
But he paused after one step, his brows furrowing. Coldly, he muttered, “She said I needed to vent this suffocating feeling. One kill wasn’t enough.”
Far behind, two more figures — Feng Chang and Old Song — appeared.
Both were at peak Qi Condensation.
They had learned of Yu Xian’s departure and had immediately given chase, sparing no expense in using tracking talismans. Yu Xian hadn’t even bothered to increase his pace, clearly waiting for them.
“Hahaha! You really dared leave the city, dog!? Without those six Foundation Establishment guards, you’re dead meat!”
“Young fool, today’s lesson will be engraved in your next life!”
The two men closed in rapidly. But Yu Xian merely turned under the moonlight, his expression cold and unfathomable — like an abyss.
That gaze made both men flinch instinctively.
They had seen countless life-and-death battles, killed thousands, but something about Yu Xian felt… off.
Without hesitation, they launched spells from a hundred meters away — the perfect killing range.
Yu Xian responded immediately, forming seals — Bi Ling Sword Art.
CLANG!
A clear sword cry echoed.
The sharp sword intent stunned the two attackers. From behind Yu Xian, the Bi Ling Sword, a Tier-4 magic weapon, surged forth.
Old Song screamed, “That’s a Tier-4 weapon! RUN!”
Too late.
Yu Xian’s sword blurred into ten copies — nine false, one real. But even the fakes held 30% of the sword’s power.
With a gesture, Yu Xian sent the flying swords out.
Feng Chang yelled, “He’s a sword cultivator!?”
Old Song’s face twisted in horror. “This is a Foundation Establishment treasure! Retreat!!”
But at 100 meters, they were far too close.
Even before spells could fully form, the real Bi Ling Sword pierced Old Song’s defenses.
His Tier-3 armor couldn’t stop it. A sword through the chest. Then, with another pass — through the head. Boom. Brain matter everywhere.
Feng Chang was struck by the nine false swords. Though they couldn’t penetrate his advanced defense talismans outright, his shield began cracking under the pressure.
Desperation in his eyes, Feng Chang poured everything into escape. He used his Deerhide Boots, his strongest wind movement technique. But the flying sword was faster.
Behind him, Yu Xian gave chase, casting Fire Flood Dragon and Water Dragon Whirl again.
“No! Spare me!!”
SPLASH!
BOOM!
Another scream — silenced.
Yu Xian retrieved the two storage pouches. Then, under wind-enhancing spells, vanished at full speed.
After a quarter hour, two powerful auras arrived at the scene — Foundation Establishment experts. They surveyed the battlefield and the ruined bodies.
“Feng Chang and Old Song… killed instantly.”
They looked toward the direction Yu Xian had escaped.
“Well… they knew the brat was from White Cloud Sect. Still dared to kill. Now they’re dead — serves them right.”
They left.
Three hours later, Yu Xian returned to the outer sect of White Cloud Sect. No one had noticed his absence. Not even his master.
He let out a deep breath. Safe.
He had sensed a terrifying presence tailing him — likely a Foundation Establishment expert from Black Mountain Market.
But they didn’t act, likely afraid of his backing. Once he entered the sect’s protection, they vanished.
Shaking his head, Yu Xian opened Feng Chang’s pouch.
As expected of a seasoned peak-stage cultivator — 40 mid-grade spirit stones, 3,000+ low-grade, a heap of pills, multiple Tier-2 treasures, and a flying technique: Soaring Cloud Technique, superior to both his wind techniques.
“Not bad.”
He smiled and opened Old Song’s pouch.
Light flashed in his eyes.
130+ mid-grade stones, 5,000+ low-grade, eight Foundation-level attack talismans, four Foundation Establishment pills, one Tier-3 treasure, eight Tier-2 treasures, and two spell manuals:
Spirit-Link Finger
Earth Flame Art
Both powerful Tier-3 spells, suitable for Foundation-level cultivators. Clearly, Old Song was planning ahead.
Unfortunately, Yu Xian had stolen that top-grade wood spirit elixir.
Laughing, he set the pouches aside.
Counting everything, Yu Xian now had nearly 100,000 spirit stones.
Finally enough to buy a mid-grade storage pouch.
The current ones were just too many and too annoying. But storage pouches couldn’t be stored inside each other — space artifacts would explode from spatial conflict.
Otherwise, who would need better storage items?
Still, rushing to buy such a thing with 100,000 stones as a mere outer disciple would be too conspicuous.
He needed to think of a way.
But now — time for the most important thing!
He lifted a thick wooden slab — three feet thick, one zhang wide — the very piece he had cut from the beam.
The treasure sensed by the jade pendant… was inside.
