Chapter 76 – A Super Treasure Trove Appears, Evil Cultivator Burned in Fury
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As Yu Xian extended his spiritual sense, a brand new world unfolded before him.
Normally, a low-grade storage pouch had a space of around 3 meters in each direction.
A mid-grade pouch held about 30 meters in every direction.
Logically, a high-grade pouch would reach 300 meters.
But what Yu Xian now saw…
Was a space 3,000 meters across in all directions—a miniature realm in itself!
No wonder it needed so much spiritual energy to open!
Three kilometers of space… as a storage space, it was beyond comprehension.
Yu Xian’s eyes darted around, scanning from above—until he spotted something shining with brilliant light below.
Bright. Radiant. Blinding.
He focused his view.
It was a pile of stones.
But not just any stones—stones that made his scalp tingle and his heart race.
They were a pile of top-grade spirit stones.
In market terms, the exchange rate might seem 1:1 between grades—but in reality, it took at least 20 low-grade stones to get 1 mid-grade.
Even conservatively:
1 top-grade = 1,000 mid-grade = 1,000,000 low-grade
1 supreme-grade = 10,000,000 low-grade spirit stones
And now, right here…
Over a thousand top-grade stones were piled together!
That was more than ten billion low-grade stones’ worth!
Yu Xian’s heart nearly stopped. His brain blanked out.
RUMBLE!
Suddenly, the entire space began to dim.
Without a constant flow of spiritual energy, the top-grade pouch was beginning to shut down again!
Outside, Yu Xian’s eyes snapped open in frustration.
The pouch had closed too fast.
He had only managed to look—not take anything.
His spiritual energy had only been enough to keep the pouch open for two breaths.
Both his brows twitched. His hand trembled as it held the pouch.
What he had seen just now… had gone far beyond anything he had ever imagined—a thousand times more, a million times more!
He had known that Nascent Soul cultivators were wealthy—but this wealthy!?
Ten billion…
He hastily shoved the pouch back into his robe.
Then took out a spiritual replenishment pill from his mid-grade pouch and drank it down, finally easing the burning thirst in his chest.
This top-grade storage pouch was no joke. Opening it required a terrifying amount of spiritual energy—dangerously so.
At his current level, he could only keep it open for two breaths.
And with its vast internal space, that wasn’t even enough time to reach anything.
If he were a Golden Core or Nascent Soul cultivator, his spiritual sense would cover the whole 3,000-meter area instantly, and he could retrieve any item in a flash.
But his current cultivation wasn’t enough.
“Even if someone gives you a mountain of treasure, you can’t dig it up without the strength to carry a shovel.”
That’s exactly how Yu Xian felt now.
High-grade magic treasures, or this supreme pouch—he couldn’t use them properly.
“Calm down… calm down… Yu Xian, you’re not some money-blinded fool, not some lunatic…”
He took several deep breaths, muttering to himself, forcing his pounding heart to slow.
After a while, he closed his eyes, reopened them, and returned to his usual calm.
From now on, he would not think about the supreme pouch.
Thinking about it would only disturb his focus, cloud his mind, and create chaotic thoughts—making cultivation impossible.
He just needed to cultivate steadily.
Once he reached Qi Condensation perfection, or stepped into Foundation Establishment, he could open the pouch longer and finally retrieve the spirit stones—and whatever other treasures lay within.
No rush… no rush…
Yu Xian sat cross-legged and began to meditate, breathing steadily.
Time passed unnoticed as the sun set and the world grew dim.
But the real world was only relatively dark. The moon hung high, casting silver light all around. In Yu Xian’s eyes, it looked almost like daylight.
His eyes gleamed.
He stood up, stepping silently, moving like a phantom toward the Liu Family Village’s graveyard on Little Donkey Hill.
According to the village chief, the corpse demon had appeared nightly over the past two weeks—always to kill a healthy man.
That meant it would definitely come tonight.
Tonight, he would slay it—eliminate the danger.
This wasn’t about some delusional saint complex.
“It’s just something a person should do. It costs me little effort—but might save a life.”
If anyone dared to ask why he should bother, why he should lend a helping hand—
Then such a person… was truly terrifying.
There were no words dark enough to describe someone like that.
Yu Xian’s was a casual act of decency—killing a monster to save a village, and leaving with a clear conscience.
Of course, if the corpse demon was too strong, and he couldn’t beat it—in that case, he would retreat without hesitation.
Let the villagers fend for themselves.
This was measured benevolence—not foolish martyrdom.
He moved silently up the hill, soon spotting the low mounds dotting the pine forest—graves old and new, tall and flat, some already sunken.
He weaved through the graveyard shadows like a shadow himself, finally hiding behind a tall pine.
Leaping silently into the tree, he perched high, gaining a clear view of the mounds within 300 meters.
The moment the corpse demon appeared, he’d see it—and strike.
Time passed.
The moon reached its peak—midnight.
Yu Xian’s eyes glinted.
This was the time corpse demons were most active.
All monsters, demons, and evil beings preferred night over day—unless they had cultivated to such a level they could ignore sunlight and its scorching Yang fire.
(Of course, “demon beast,” “demon entity,” and “demonic cultivator” were not the same. The first were malicious spirits, the latter were living beings.)
While Yu Xian continued watching, waiting for the corpse demon…
A faint rustling suddenly came from afar.
He turned quickly.
In the moonlight, he saw a figure crawling through the weeds and thorns—emerging from a steep, pathless slope.
A man in his thirties, average height and appearance—but his eyes were filled with a cruel and venomous glint, like a hungry wolf.
He scanned his surroundings, then sneered and walked into the graveyard.
Stopping before a grave mound, the man raised his hand and began chanting:
“Great Art of Corpse Refinement—moving corpse, ghost walker, sky-leaping nightfiend! My walking corpse, arise! After consuming fourteen more, you’ll ascend and become a true zombie! Then even late-stage Qi Condensation cultivators won’t be your match! Hahahaha!”
Yu Xian’s eyes narrowed, glinting coldly.
A wild corpse that killed due to its base instincts could be slain without hatred.
But a corpse demon deliberately refined through dark arts, used to kill and feed for cultivation—
That person deserved death without mercy.
BOOM!
As the man cast his spell, the dirt on the mound split open.
A creature covered in white fur, shaped like a monkey but with a shriveled human face, protruding fangs, and coal-like eyes, rose slowly from the earth.
It was stiff, its body turning pale green—on the verge of becoming a zombie.
“Heh heh heh…”
The man grinned with twisted glee.
Once the transformation was complete, he could dominate all of Xihe County. No rogue cultivator would stand in his way. He’d seize countless resources.
“Go now! Choose the strongest men in the village! Their blood will nourish your body! In nineteen days, you’ll be ready—then I’ll offer you ten virgin boys and girls, and your power will be perfected! Hahahaha!”
He pointed toward Liu Family Village, where lights still burned in every household—no one dared to sleep.
The corpse demon snarled, puffed out black mist from its fanged mouth, and leapt from the grave toward the village.
CLANG!
But just as it landed, a shrill sword cry rang out!
A flash of white light streaked across the moonlit night—traversing dozens of meters in an instant—and beheaded the corpse demon with a single strike!
The sword spun midair and returned to its master.
“Hahahaha—gah!?”
The man’s laughter was cut off.
In the moonlight, the Sky-Rending Sword gleamed coldly, emitting sharp cries as it hovered midair.
Yu Xian stepped calmly from the shadows—face cold and emotionless.
