You Might As Well Give It to Me

With ten Supreme experts standing guard to suppress the area, amidst such a grand display, a figure clad in moon-white stepped out from a vortex in the clouds, walking upon the empty air.

Ji Lingxuan walked with hands clasped behind her back. She wore a moon-white brocade robe that shimmered with a soft, pearlescent glow under the sunlight. The hem was embroidered with golden threads depicting a continuous sea of clouds, which seemed to flow and surge as she walked through the void.

Her jet-black hair was tied high in a crown of mutton-fat white jade. Adorning her forehead was a pale golden diamond-shaped mark—the Primordial Dao Seal, unique to the Holy Son of the Primordial Sacred Land. As she moved, the seal spilled forth fragmented spiritual light, condensing into translucent, misty phantoms around her body.

The moment she appeared, the eyes of every cultivator focused upon her, none daring to even breathe too loudly.

Ye Chuan was also somewhat surprised by the Holy Son's extravagance; it was dazzling enough to nearly blind him.

"Such a show-off?" he mused.

He wanted to try it himself. Since he had plenty of avatars, he decided he would stage an equally pretentious entrance when the time came.

Naturally, the Holy Son, Ji Lingxuan, was unaware of Ye Chuan's thoughts. She walked slowly, treading upon the void. With every step she took, a golden lotus bloomed beneath her feet. The lotuses vanished in an instant, yet left behind a faint, clear fragrance that permeated the entire city. The scent carried a Daoist rhythm that soothed the mind, slightly alleviating the suffering of the city's cultivators.

One step, one lotus—like a deity descending to the mortal realm.

Her phoenix eyes were narrow and profound, slightly upturned at the corners. When she looked down, her gaze was as cold and clear as a deep pool, yet it held an imperceptible trace of feminine softness, naturally exuding authority.

Despite clearly having a female physique, her presence forced the ten Mahayana Realm guards to subconsciously retract their auras, not daring to meet her gaze.

"Grandmaster, this Holy Son has come to fulfill the agreement." Ji Lingxuan's voice was cold and clear, like jade striking against stone, yet it possessed a marvelous penetrating power, reaching down from thousands of feet in the air.

At that moment, her eyes seemed to sense something, locking directly onto Ye Chuan.

In the instant their eyes met, upon seeing Ye Chuan's appearance as a five or six-year-old child, Ji Lingxuan revealed a rare smile.

"Here is the cauldron."

As soon as her voice fell, the cloud vortex behind her was savagely torn apart by a colossal force. A massive bronze shadow, blotting out the sky and sun, slowly emerged and descended!

The cauldron was fully a thousand feet high, several times more majestic than the tallest building in Xuanjing City. It was shrouded in Daoist rhymes, its surface gleaming with a dark green luster, appearing as if it had accumulated the weight of eons.

The body of the cauldron was covered in spiderweb-like cracks. Deep within these fissures lingered faint black tendrils of energy, carrying a bizarre power capable of corroding the soul.

The handles were carved into hideous double-headed dragon heads, while the legs were shaped like three giant tortoises bearing mountains and rivers on their backs.

The moment the cauldron slowly touched the ground, the entire Xuanjing City trembled violently, the earth cracking into spiderweb patterns!

The spiritual veins within the city were forcibly agitated, causing visible torrents of spiritual energy to surge from the ground. They converged toward the God-Sealing Cauldron, forming a massive vortex of spiritual energy around it.

The ten Mahayana Realm cultivators acted simultaneously, striking out with their palms to release ten pillars of golden light. These pillars interwove into a massive barrier that enveloped Xuanjing City, barely managing to stabilize the crumbling city and the chaotic spiritual energy.

The cultivators outside the shop were already scared out of their wits by this spectacle. They pressed their foreheads to the ground, trembling all over, not daring to look up.

Ten Mahayana experts suppressing the area and the appearance of the ancient supreme treasure, the God-Sealing Cauldron—such a scene had never even been recorded in sect classics, let alone witnessed with one's own eyes!

Ji Lingxuan stepped down from the clouds, landing at the entrance of the forging shop. Her moon-white brocade robe swept across the ground without picking up a single speck of dust.

She turned to Ye Chuan, her tone carrying the authority of a Sacred Land's Holy Son, yet remaining measured.

"Grandmaster, the God-Sealing Cauldron has arrived. If you can repair this cauldron, the Sacred Land will present the promised reward, and you shall enjoy access to all our resources."

"Otherwise..." She didn't finish the sentence, narrowing her phoenix eyes.

"I hope Grandmaster will not make this a wasted trip for me."

The moment her voice fell, gold flickered in Ji Lingxuan's eyes as she probed Ye Chuan's cultivation base. Her Heavenly Eye could see through a cultivator's entire foundation; she could even perceive the rough level of those above the Mahayana Realm.

Yet, when her divine sense touched Ye Chuan, it was like a clay ox entering the sea—instantly swallowed by an invisible force. Ye Chuan seemed shrouded in a chaotic mist. Let alone the depth of his realm, she couldn't detect even a trace of spiritual fluctuation.

She could see nothing.

Formless and colorless, boundless and empty.

A look of surprise flashed through Ji Lingxuan's eyes. As the Holy Son of the Sacred Land, her cultivation had long since touched the late Mahayana Realm. With her Heavenly Eye, she could manage to glimpse even the Sacred Land's ancestors who had been in seclusion for years.

Yet, this child who looked no older than five or six had rendered her Heavenly Eye completely ineffective?

A trace of gravity passed through her phoenix eyes, though her face maintained its cold, majestic composure. "Grandmaster hides his light well; this Holy Son was presumptuous."

Despite her words, her confidence in Ye Chuan's ability to repair the God-Sealing Cauldron suddenly soared. To completely block her probe required strength that might indeed possess the heaven-defying means to repair an ancient supreme treasure.

Ye Chuan glanced at her sideways, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smile. "Is the Holy Son testing me?"

He had naturally sensed the probing divine sense but couldn't be bothered to make a fuss about it.

*You can't see anything anyway.*

However, this Holy Son's appearance was rather androgynous. But since the title was 'Holy Son,' it must be a man.

Otherwise, why not call him a Holy Daughter?

Ji Lingxuan nodded frankly, her tone softening slightly. "This matter concerns the God-Sealing Cauldron, so this Holy Son must be cautious. I hope Grandmaster takes no offense."

Speaking thus, she waved her hand, and a storage ring flew toward Ye Chuan. "Inside is a deposit of one hundred million high-grade spirit stones. If the repair is successful, the remaining payment and access to the Sacred Land's resources shall be presented in full."

Ye Chuan caught the storage ring, swept it with his divine consciousness, and nodded slightly.

Internally, however, he was blooming with joy.

*What a massive sucker!*

*A deposit of one hundred million?*

*High-grade spirit stones!*

He then glanced at the God-Sealing Cauldron outside the city. He hadn't expected the thing to be so huge.

It was the first time Ye Chuan had seen a magical artifact as tall as a mountain.

"What is that demonic energy?" Ye Chuan asked, sensing the black aura emanating from the God-Sealing Cauldron.

"Sealed within are a million demon lords from the ancient era. They have been refined for countless ages... but it seems the cauldron can no longer hold them," Ji Lingxuan replied.

*How many?*

*A million demon lords?*

Ye Chuan paused for a moment. *Is this thing that fierce?*

"Does Grandmaster have the means to repair it?" Ji Lingxuan asked, noticing Ye Chuan's strange expression.

"I can try. But let me ask you: is there a way to release the demon lords inside?"

Ye Chuan's question caused Ji Lingxuan's expression to change repeatedly.

"What does Grandmaster mean by that?"

*What do I mean?*

"Just asking," Ye Chuan said, silently gazing at the distant God-Sealing Cauldron.

*Why else would I ask? Obviously, I want to stuff those million demon lords into my Human Sovereign Banner.*

*Since your cauldron can't stomach them anymore, you might as well give them to me.*