Chapter 233: Attempting to Open the Supreme Storage Pouch—Unraveling Layers of Mystery

When Yu Xian escaped from the Demonic Abyss Valley, he had snatched away an extraordinary treasure—an ultimate-grade storage pouch.

Back then, he had tried opening it once, and he was nearly sucked dry on the spot.

He had only managed to open it for two breaths, barely enough to glimpse its contents before the pouch slammed shut again.

But even in that brief glance, Yu Xian had clearly seen a pile of spirit stones.

At least a thousand pieces of supreme-grade spirit stones.

Considering the standard exchange rate—one supreme equals 100 high-grade, and so on down the line—that would be ten billion lower-grade spirit stones!

Back then, nearly being sucked dry had left a lingering fear. He decided to set the pouch aside, planning to attempt opening it again only when his cultivation was higher and his spiritual energy was more abundant.

Yu Xian had always cultivated with a sincere and pure heart, focused on finding his Master and advancing on the Dao. He wasn’t one to be consumed by greed for wealth, no matter how immense.

As a result, more than ten years had passed, and he had nearly forgotten about it.

But now that he was short on spirit stones, Yu Xian suddenly remembered the ultimate-grade pouch hidden deep within his robes.

Could he open it now?

Or would he still be drained dry?

Opening such a high-grade pouch without enough spiritual energy was like activating a death trap.

Back when he was just in the late Qi Condensation stage, even if his sea of Qi was emptied, he could start over.

But now that he was at mid Foundation Establishment, if his Qi sea were depleted, the pouch would likely start draining his Foundation Platform to keep feeding!

That would be devastating.

Even a tiny crack in the Foundation Platform could destroy years of cultivation. If that happened, Yu Xian would rather lose an arm than his cultivation base.

“Hey! What are you daydreaming about?”

The black-robed rogue cultivator snapped, noticing Yu Xian standing silently in thought.

“What’s wrong? Can’t afford it? Then don’t waste my time pretending!”

The rebuke pulled Yu Xian out of his internal conflict. He took a deep breath and made his decision.

He didn’t have the luxury of hesitating anymore. If he didn’t open that pouch and retrieve some of the spirit stones inside, there was no way he could afford 2.8 million spirit stones for the Yin Pills.

And honestly—could the current him, with spiritual energy hundreds of times greater than in his Qi Condensation days, really still be sucked to death by that pouch?

Yu Xian looked calmly at the black-robed cultivator and said, “I can afford it. But Brother Daoist, isn’t your asking price a bit steep?”

“No bargaining!” the man snapped. “I already said it—take it or leave it!”

Yu Xian gave a faint smile. “2.8 million spirit stones. That’s still a massive profit for you. If not, I’ll ask around elsewhere. I doubt you’re the only one who sells Yin Pills.”

“You bastard!” The man shot to his feet. “You’re cutting a full million off?! Are you messing with me?!”

“I’ve said my price,” Yu Xian replied indifferently, turning to leave.

The black-robed cultivator’s gaze was locked onto Yu Xian’s back.

Then, as Yu Xian walked a few dozen steps away—

“Wait!” the man called out.

Yu Xian turned around with a smile. “Changed your mind?”

“…2.8 million it is,” the black-robed cultivator growled through gritted teeth.

“But I don’t have the money on me right now,” Yu Xian said calmly. “Give me half an hour. I’ll gather it and return.”

“You!”

But before the cultivator could respond, Yu Xian had already turned and left.

Yu Xian didn’t waste time. He exited Zhenbao Pavilion and followed the winding paths of the city until he found the largest and most secure inn available. Spending a few dozen spirit stones, he rented an upper-class private room.

Inside, he sealed the room with a Cloud-Sealing Barrier Array to ensure absolute privacy. Then, he sat cross-legged on the bed and took a deep breath.

He retrieved the ultimate-grade storage pouch from beneath several middle-grade ones.

The moment his hand touched it, he didn’t hesitate—he directly infused it with spiritual energy.

Whoosh!

It was like a dam bursting open.

His spiritual energy surged violently, pouring into the pouch.

Yu Xian gritted his teeth and simultaneously grabbed a few middle-grade spirit stones, absorbing their energy as quickly as possible to replenish his sea of Qi.

But the speed at which he was absorbing was nothing compared to how quickly the pouch was draining him.

His vast sea of Qi—spanning twenty-five zhang—visibly shrank.

The little elm tree in his sea of Qi sensed danger and worked desperately to absorb ambient spiritual energy to slow the collapse, but the drain continued.

In a mere dozen breaths, his entire sea of Qi had nearly dried up!

The Foundation Platform was now being strained.

And the pouch still wasn’t open.

Yu Xian’s expression turned grim.

He took out several high-grade spirit stones—he only had ten, obtained from Qi Xuan’s storage pouch.

He prayed they would be enough to keep his Foundation intact!

Even though high-grade spirit stones contained ten times the energy of middle-grade ones, the pouch was insatiable.

Nine stones burned out rapidly, one after another.

Finally, only one high-grade spirit stone remained.

And still, the pouch wasn’t open.

Yu Xian’s eyes turned cold.

He drew the Jadegreen Sword and clutched it tightly.

This storage pouch was fully fused to his palm. He couldn’t shake it off. If the last stone failed to satisfy it…

he would sever his own arm.

Better a lost arm than a shattered Foundation.

There were heavenly herbs capable of regenerating limbs.

But once the Foundation Platform cracked—it was the end.

No one could help him then.

With an iron will, Yu Xian continued absorbing and feeding spiritual energy into the pouch, holding the last spirit stone……