The first time Gu Qingfeng saw a spirit stone was at the dimensional passage, where Xiang Tian used it to set up an array.
At the time, he didn’t pay much attention to the glimmering stone, assuming it was just a material infused with natural energy for formations.
Now, looking back, he suddenly felt a pang of regret.
Truly, he hadn’t recognized its value at first glance—only to realize too late that he was now broke!
Damn it, he didn’t have a single spirit stone to his name!
If only he had "borrowed" some when he landed at the airfield earlier.
Hmm… though that wouldn’t have been appropriate. What kind of man takes money from a lady just for looking at her?
Come to think of it, the Elephant Demon was also from the Cangming Realm—he must have some spirit stones.
Without hesitation, Gu Qingfeng reached out through the Heavenly Dao, connecting with the Elephant Demon, who was currently hosting a banquet.
"You there, hand over all your spirit stones."
"Ahhh!"
The Elephant Demon, still whimpering in pain, quickly replied, "My lord, this humble demon has no spirit stones!"
"Bullshit! If Xiang Tian had them, how can you not?"
"My lord, most of my spirit stones were borrowed by Xiang Tian, and the few I had left were all used for healing!"
"Spirit stones can heal?"
"Spirit stones contain refined natural energy. They can be used not just for healing, but also for cultivation, forging artifacts, and setting up formations."
Hearing this, Gu Qingfeng realized spirit stones were far more valuable than gold or silver.
"Fine, hang up."
With that, he ended the call.
The young guide, seeing Gu Qingfeng remain silent and not offering payment, grew uneasy and considered backing out.
"Senior, I—"
"Will pills do?"
The boy froze, then brightened. "Pills? Of course!"
Gu Qingfeng nodded and took out a Cultivation Foundation Pill.
The boy accepted it, but his excitement quickly faded. "S-Senior… was this pill made from weeds? The energy it holds is barely more than taking a deep breath!"
Gu Qingfeng’s face darkened.
Damn this Cangming Realm!
Reluctantly, he produced a higher-grade Ascension Pill.
Only then did the boy’s enthusiasm return.
"Thank you, Senior! Where would you like to go first?"
After a moment’s thought, Gu Qingfeng decided his priority was exchanging for spirit stones. A hero without money was like a bird without wings—utterly helpless.
Fortunately, aside from gold and silver, he had mountains of rare treasures, pills, and spirit weapons—most of which he no longer needed—perfect for trading.
As for his piles of gold and silver, he’d find a way to spend them all in his palm-sized world later.
"I have some materials to sell."
"Senior, I recommend the Myriad Treasures Trading House. It’s the largest in Sunset City, with branches across the Verdant Wood Domain. They handle auctions—if you’re not in a hurry, selling there fetches higher prices. Of course, they also buy directly."
"Lead the way."
Gu Qingfeng kept his words brief, exuding the demeanor of an expert to salvage his earlier embarrassment.
Soon, under the boy’s guidance, they arrived before a grand three-story hall, its golden plaque reading [Myriad Treasures Trading House].
Two graceful attendants in flowing robes stood at the entrance, their peach-blossom cheeks adorned with polite smiles.
Spotting Gu Qingfeng, they bowed respectfully and ushered him inside with flawless service.
If there was any flaw, it was that their attire wasn’t revealing enough.
Inside, Gu Qingfeng met a steward—a Human Yuan Realm cultivator with a clean-shaven, amiable face.
Though Gu Qingfeng was only at the Divine Soul Realm, his noble bearing suggested a prestigious background, so the steward respectfully escorted him to a reception room.
Once seated, Gu Qingfeng cut to the chase.
"Please present the items you wish to sell," the steward said courteously.
Gu Qingfeng glanced around. "Here?"
"Is there a problem?"
"My stock is substantial. I’m afraid it won’t fit."
The steward’s lips twitched. How much could one man have? Enough to fill the room?
"Sir, this space may seem small, but it’s enchanted with spatial folding. The actual area is ten times larger than it appears. Even a small mountain would fit."
"Very well."
Convinced, Gu Qingfeng proceeded to unload the fruits of his "hard work" from the Green Realm.
Boom!
A small mountain of spirit weapons, pills, and rare materials materialized, instantly occupying half the room.
The dazzling glow of treasures nearly blinded the steward, who gaped in shock.
He actually brought a mountain!?
Though most were low-grade, the sheer quantity was staggering.
Unaware of the steward’s astonishment—obscured by the pile—Gu Qingfeng mused.
This was just the treasury of the Great Yan Dynasty. The far wealthier Demon Kingdom’s hoard remained untouched.
Assuming the spatial array could handle it, he willed the Demon Kingdom’s treasury forth.
Disaster struck.
At just a tenth of its contents, the room was packed to the brim.
The steward recoiled as a flood of treasures surged toward him, pressing him into a corner.
Panicking, he summoned a barrier to avoid being buried alive.
"Sir! Stop! It’s too much! The array can’t take it!"
"This isn’t even half! I warned you. Hold on, I’m almost done."
"No! The formation will collapse! Let’s do this gradually!"
Reluctantly, Gu Qingfeng halted.
"Fine. Appraise these first and convert everything to spirit stones."
The steward nodded frantically, summoning every clerk to assist.
The appraisal took hours, stretching from day to night.
Gu Qingfeng stayed the entire time—partly to supervise (who knew if they’d skim a piece or two?), and partly to indulge.
As a VIP, he had the two lovely attendants massaging his shoulders and legs while he watched.
Though most items were basic-tier, their sheer volume was overwhelming.
It was like depositing pennies at a bank—one or two meant nothing, but a billion? Even the bank president would come count them personally.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
