Ye Chuan's current cultivation level was, after all, already at the late stage of the Enlightenment Realm. For someone like him who used to leap across major realms as easily as drinking water, dealing with a guy just one minor stage higher than himself naturally required little effort.
Back when he had just stepped into the early stage of the Enlightenment Realm, he hadn't spent much effort dealing with Qin Tianya, who was at the half-step into the Great Ascension Realm, let alone this old man before him now.
What Sacred Land, what Elder Qingxuan—to Ye Chuan, a casual swing of his sword was enough to settle it.
However, Ye Chuan still held back, severing only half of the other's soul power as a warning.
"Since you have withstood one strike from me, let this matter be settled," Ye Chuan said indifferently.
He was still quite interested in those hundreds of millions of spirit stones.
Now, this seems like the real big fish, doesn't it?
Elder Qingxuan lay sprawled on the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably. Cold sweat had soaked through his snow-white robes, and his once ruddy complexion was now as pale as paper.
He could clearly feel as if his soul had been torn in two. Excruciating pain washed over his consciousness like tidal waves, making it impossible for him to muster even a trace of spiritual energy.
All the arrogance and sense of superiority from moments ago had completely vanished, replaced only by a bone-deep fear. Having lived for nearly a thousand years, he had never encountered such a bizarre attack—one that could ignore protective techniques and directly strike the soul. This was simply not a method a cultivator at the Enlightenment Realm should possess!
"Y-you... just who are you?" Elder Qingxuan's voice was hoarse and trembling, his gaze at Ye Chuan one of sheer terror, as if he had seen a ghost.
He had initially thought Ye Chuan's cultivation was at most below the Enlightenment Realm, yet the power of that single strike clearly touched upon realms above the Great Ascension!
No, it was even more bizarre than the Great Ascension Realm. Even the Young Master of his own Sacred Land didn't possess such a terrifying soul-attacking technique!
Xuanye and Xuan Yan, who had rushed in from outside, froze completely in place, their mouths agape wide enough to fit a fist.
The elder at the peak of the Enlightenment Realm, who just moments ago was invincible and suppressed the entire scene with his aura alone, was now writhing on the ground like a dead dog, screaming in agony?
And that child-like Ye Chuan had merely swung his sword casually, accomplishing something even their sect's patriarch might not be able to do!
The two exchanged a glance, seeing in each other's eyes the utmost shock and belated fear—thank goodness they hadn't dared to offend Ye Chuan earlier, otherwise they probably wouldn't even know how they died!
Hu Li peeked out from behind Ye Chuan, her little face full of admiration, her fluffy tail swaying gently behind her.
The boss is so amazing!
Ye Chuan retracted the demon sword back into his storage space, leisurely leaned back on the sofa, and even picked up the teacup from the table to take a sip:
"Alright, let's continue discussing business."
"Grandmaster..." Elder Qingxuan struggled to get up, but fell again due to the soul-wrenching pain. He could only barely lift his head, his tone now filled with reverence,
"It was this old fool who failed to recognize a true master earlier. I was rude and offensive. I beg Grandmaster's forgiveness! Regarding the matter of the Divine Sealing Cauldron... I sincerely request Grandmaster's consideration. The Sacred Land is willing to increase the reward further. Whatever Grandmaster asks for, we can discuss!"
He no longer dared to put on any airs of an elder. He only hoped Ye Chuan wouldn't hold a grudge for his earlier discourtesy. If the repair of the Divine Sealing Cauldron was delayed because of him, the Young Master would definitely not let him off easily.
Ye Chuan glanced at Elder Qingxuan still on the floor, his tone flat. "We'll talk about the reward later. First, help my guests up and clean up the mess outside the shop—don't let irrelevant people disturb my business."
"Yes! Yes! This old fool will do it immediately!" Elder Qingxuan hurriedly agreed. Enduring the pain in his soul, he struggled to his feet, even managing a somewhat ingratiating smile at Xuanye and Xuan Yan,
"Fellow Daoists, please, get up. It was this old fool who was discourteous earlier..."
Xuanye and Xuan Yan didn't dare to accept his courtesy, quickly waving their hands and helping Elder Qingxuan clean up the mess.
Elder Qingxuan also regretted why he had to act so pretentious earlier. As a result, he got thoroughly thrashed and couldn't even retaliate, especially since the Primordial Beginning Sacred Land still needed his help.
After the forging shop was restored to its general original state, Ye Chuan, propping his cheek with his small hand, looked at the now much more subdued Elder Qingxuan not far away and said,
"Hmm, that's about right. First, give me fifty million low-grade spirit stones as compensation for the shop's repairs."
Ye Chuan's words made Elder Qingxuan freeze.
How much?
Fifty million?
There's nothing of value in this shop, is there?
Realizing he was about to be fleeced, Elder Qingxuan's expression turned awkward. He asked Ye Chuan, "Grandmaster, I didn't actually damage the shop earlier, did I? Why would it require fifty million low-grade spirit stones?"
He could produce the money, but such an amount was still somewhat painful for him.
"You don't understand," Ye Chuan glanced at him. "It's worth that price."
"Why wouldn't I understand?"
"If you understood, you'd go repair that whatever cauldron yourself, wouldn't you? Why come and ask for me?"
This one sentence left Elder Qingxuan speechless. His beard twitched, and after struggling for a long time, he couldn't refute Ye Chuan. "Alright then..."
He took out a storage pouch, checked it briefly, and said, "There are five hundred thousand spirit crystals inside."
"Passable." After accepting the storage pouch, Ye Chuan looked at him again. "And then there's the compensation for my shop assistant's emotional distress. Make it a total of thirty million low-grade spirit stones, please."
Emotional distress compensation?!
Ye Chuan pointed to Hu Li beside him. Hearing this, even Elder Qingxuan couldn't help but speak up, "Grandmaster, our Primordial Beginning Sacred Land has come to invite you. Please do not make things difficult for me!"
"Who goes to invite someone by first letting out a 'puff' of aura that sends my guests flying and then scares my shop assistant the moment they enter?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "Is this the hospitality of your Primordial Beginning Sacred Land?"
"If you're not convinced, call your boss over to have it out with me."
Elder Qingxuan took a deep breath. He was indeed in the wrong on this matter. After all, to maintain the Sacred Land's imposing image, he had acted that way. He never expected to be fleeced to death by this boy who looked five or six years old.
"Spirit crystals." He simply stopped arguing and directly handed the storage pouch to Ye Chuan.
"That's more like it. I haven't even charged you for lost business time, shop rent, or utilities yet." Ye Chuan's words made Elder Qingxuan shudder.
"That's enough. You can go back now." Ye Chuan waved his hand.
"Grandmaster, aren't you coming with me to the Sacred Land?" Elder Qingxuan asked.
"Did I agree to?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow.
"You...?!"
"You what 'you'? Keep it up and I'll extinguish your soul."
"I..."
"I what? At your age, you can't even speak properly. If you want something repaired, bring it here yourself. I don't take on-site repair jobs." Ye Chuan's few sentences infuriated Elder Qingxuan half to death.
"Fine, fine, fine! Our Sacred Land will bring the Divine Sealing Cauldron here. I hope you can handle the responsibility!" Elder Qingxuan didn't want to stay in this shop a moment longer. With a cold snort, he directly left the store.
As an elder of the Sacred Land, when had he ever suffered such indignity?
He felt that staying here any longer would shorten his lifespan!
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
