Chapter 127: Another Million-Spirit-Stone Fortune, Equipping Himself with Powerful Artifacts

Half a day later, Yu Xian returned once again.

His expression was calm as he walked into the city. About half a stick of incense later, he casually picked a mid-tier shop and stepped inside.

“Welcome, senior…”

Same words, but a different voice.

A charming woman in her thirties with a graceful figure and seductive features quickly approached with a radiant smile. “Senior, are you here to make a purchase?”

Yu Xian gave her a brief glance and said coolly, “I’ve come to sell some items. Do you buy?”

“Of course we do!”

Her eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Our store deals in both buying and selling. If you’ve got goods, we’re more than happy to take them.”

“That’s good.”

Yu Xian raised his hand and took out a mid-grade storage pouch. “Everything inside, including the pouch itself, is for sale. Give me a fair appraisal.”

The woman hadn’t expected him to be so straightforward. After a brief pause, her smile bloomed like a flower as she nodded repeatedly. “Great! Wonderful! Senior, please follow me!”

Forget what was inside—the mid-grade pouch alone was worth 200,000 spirit stones.

With an indifferent expression, Yu Xian followed her up to the second floor, stopping before a counter.

“Elder Ai, Elder Ai! Come take a look~”

From a distance, the woman called out sweetly. Behind the counter, a middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator looked up with a lewd glint in his eye. “Little Li, again? Didn’t we already check?”

The woman rolled her eyes and quickly explained, “Please take a look. This senior wants to sell a mid-grade storage pouch. There’s quite a lot inside. Please appraise it.”

The middle-aged man had noticed Yu Xian earlier.

But since he was only early-stage Foundation Establishment, he hadn’t paid him much attention. Now, hearing this, he finally gave Yu Xian a more serious look and smiled. “So fellow Daoist wants to sell something? If you trust our shop, I’ll take a look.”

“I came here to sell, so naturally, I trust the store. Everything inside this pouch is for sale. Please give me a price. If it’s fair, I’ll sell.”

Yu Xian stepped forward and placed the pouch on the counter, showing no hesitation.

The man smiled and nodded. “Fellow Daoist is straightforward. I like that.”

Without wasting time, he channeled spiritual energy into the pouch to inspect its contents.

Inside were five top-grade tier-3 artifacts, and a damaged mid-tier tier-4 bronze mirror.

Yu Xian had deliberately packed these items together.

The five tier-3 artifacts would fetch around 70,000–80,000 spirit stones total.

As for the damaged tier-4 mirror, Yu Xian wasn’t sure. He didn’t know how shops valued damaged items like this.

After a moment, the middle-aged man looked up with a smile. “The five tier-3 artifacts are worth 65,000 spirit stones. The severely damaged tier-4 defensive mirror is hard to repair, so it’s only worth 8,000. The mid-grade storage pouch itself is 180,000. So my total offer is 253,000 spirit stones. What do you say?”

Yu Xian looked at the man, who smiled back at him.

After a short pause, Yu Xian gave a slight nod. “Deal. I want the payment in mid-grade spirit stones.”

“Certainly.”

The man chuckled, stored the pouch, and turned to the woman. “Little Li, treat our guest well. I’ll go get the spirit stones.”

With that, he left.

The woman’s eyes sparkled as she turned toward Yu Xian. After a slight pause, she fluttered her lashes and said seductively, “Senior, please sit. I’ll pour you some tea~~”

As she spoke, she reached toward Yu Xian as if to help him sit—her whole body leaning toward him.

Yu Xian’s brow furrowed. His gaze turned icy. “You want to die?”

“Ah! F-Forgive me, Senior…”

The woman trembled, her body stiff with fear. That cold, murderous glare had shaken her to her core. She quickly backed off and dared not approach again.

Yu Xian stood calmly, hands behind his back, completely ignoring her—as if she were invisible.

A woman like this must be put in her place from the start. Be soft, and she’d cling to you like glue.

Only by being cold and harsh from the beginning could one avoid future trouble.

The woman stood two meters away, her expression gradually shifting from flirtatious to venomous.

But there was nothing she could do. She could only grit her teeth and wait.

A while later, the middle-aged man returned. Seeing the same scene—with the woman and Yu Xian as distant as ever—he was surprised.

No seduction?

This cultivator has strong self-control… No wonder he reached Foundation Establishment so young.

Then again, Little Li was aging and had lost much of her charm. Overused by too many dual-cultivation partners, she’d long since lost the chance to cultivate further. She was destined to become a plaything—he ought to detach himself from her soon too.

“Fellow Daoist.”

The man returned to the counter with a smile and placed a storage pouch on the table. “According to the latest exchange rate, one mid-grade spirit stone equals 115 low-grade ones. Here are 2,014 mid-grade spirit stones. Please verify.”

Yu Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked at the man but didn’t take the pouch. Instead, he said slowly, “Fellow Daoist, when was this exchange rate set? I was just at Goldscale Pavilion, and the price wasn’t like this.”

The man laughed. “No need to be upset. Just two hours ago, the entire Mo City revised the exchange rate. All major markets and trading hubs will soon adopt it. The world is full of low-grade stones, but mid-, high-, and supreme-grade ones are rare. Over the past century, the rate has gone from 1:100 to 1:110, and now 1:115. If you don’t believe me, try any other shop—they’ll quote the same.”

Yu Xian frowned slightly, examined the man again, then finally nodded. “If that’s the new rate, so be it.”

He took the pouch, checked the contents, then stored it in his robes and said calmly, “Deal’s done. Farewell.”

“Fellow Daoist, would you like to browse some items? Our Treasure Pavilion has many fine goods—for defense or attack, you’ll find excellent options.”

But Yu Xian didn’t even glance back. He strode away without a word.

Leaving the Treasure Pavilion, he continued forward.

After another half stick of incense, confirming no one was tailing him, he turned and entered another shop.

Again, he sold a mid-grade storage pouch with some items inside.

Prices varied slightly between shops, but the second one offered 130,000 spirit stones—Yu Xian accepted.

Again, the exchange rate was 1:115, confirming what the first man had said.

These shops were all legitimate businesses. Using a fake rate would invite public outrage—none of them would dare.

So Yu Xian didn’t worry. He collected the spirit stones and went to a third shop.

He visited five shops in total, selling all five storage pouches and various useless artifacts.

He only kept the bone staff, which resembled a white cane.

Yu Xian still couldn’t tell what grade the artifact was.

But that was telling in itself—if it couldn’t be identified, it must not be ordinary.

Selling it was out of the question.

With over a million spirit stones gained, Yu Xian now had serious spending power—and it was time to upgrade his arsenal.

He had the Blue Spirit Sword for attacks, but relying solely on swordsmanship was risky.

He needed diversity in offense!

He planned to buy one or two tier-4 high-grade, or even tier-5 attack artifacts.

For defense, he already had the Divine Spirit Shield, a tier-5 high-grade item—no need for more.

But the world was full of strange techniques—demons, devils, evil cultivators—some attacked the soul, sea of consciousness, or spirit.

He needed defensive artifacts for that too.

And he needed a speed-boosting artifact—preferably tier-4 high-grade or tier-5.

The tier-4 lower-grade boots he’d picked up earlier were beneath his standards—he’d already sold them.

Now that he had wealth, it was time to deck himself out in full gear, from tier-4 lower-grade minimum to tier-5 high-grade maximum!

When facing Foundation Establishment enemies in the future, he’d smash them with artifacts.

No need to compete in cultivation, techniques, or spiritual energy.

Just hammer them with gear—that was the fastest way to end battles.

Yu Xian nodded to himself, decision made.

He looked around and headed toward the Silver Scale Pavilion, slightly smaller than Goldscale—but just as reputable.