All Hunted by Me

The entire pawnshop hall fell into silence.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the table covered in spirit cores.

The dazzling, multicolored cores piled on the table reflected a radiant glow.

Tier-four spirit cores!

All of them were tier-four!

Just how much money was this worth?!

"Sir... y-you mean to exchange all of these?" The shopkeeper stammered, his mind completely overwhelmed, his tongue tied.

Genuine tier-four spirit cores!

An Yi glanced at them briefly before nodding. "Yes, all of them."

These were from the hundred or so tier-four demonic beasts he had hunted over the past few days.

After setting aside five each night for Long Niu’s watch, he still had a large pile left.

And this was only part of it.

"One, two... fifteen!"

The shopkeeper’s face flushed with excitement as he counted.

This was a fortune!

"Sir, these cores vary in quality—some higher, some lower. I’ll calculate them all at three hundred taels of silver each. But you must tell me where you obtained them. Does that sound fair?" The shopkeeper asked with a grin.

Truthfully, these cores weren’t cheap to begin with.

Spending a few hundred extra taels to buy the secret of their source wasn’t a bad deal.

An Yi glanced at Wei Xiang, the local from the immortal sect.

Wei Xiang nodded slightly—the price was reasonable, not a rip-off.

"Deal." An Yi smiled and agreed.

The shopkeeper was overjoyed. "We don’t have enough silver in the shop right now. Please wait a moment—I’ll be back soon!"

With that, he dashed off to gather the funds.

Before long, he returned carrying a large chest, its surface still smeared with fresh dirt, as if it had just been dug up from somewhere.

"Four thousand five hundred taels of silver—that’s four hundred fifty taels of gold. It’s all here. Please count it." The shopkeeper grinned.

The atmosphere in the hall shifted noticeably.

Men would die for wealth, as birds would for food.

This much gold was enough to make them risk their lives.

Besides, these two young men didn’t seem particularly formidable—just a pair of greenhorns fresh to the martial world.

An Yi gave the chest a cursory glance, confirmed the amount was roughly correct, and stored it away in his spatial pouch. "Alright. May your business prosper."

The shopkeeper’s eyes widened as the chest vanished into thin air. Then, rubbing his hands eagerly, he asked, "So... about that source?"

An Yi beckoned him closer. The shopkeeper leaned in eagerly, straining his ears.

Others nearby also stretched their necks, hoping to catch even a whisper.

"I hunted all these tier-four demonic beasts myself," An Yi said softly.

The shopkeeper: "..."

Bullshit!

Instantly furious, the shopkeeper snapped, "Sir, that’s hardly honorable!"

"It’s true!" An Yi chuckled.

Then, he no longer suppressed his aura, unleashing his full power.

In an instant—

The entire hall froze.

Peak Void Realm!

What kind of twenty-year-old had strength like this?!

Those who had been eyeing An Yi for robbery immediately backed off.

Peak Void Realm—no wonder he had fifteen tier-four spirit cores.

Generally speaking, the Void Realm was the pinnacle of this world’s martial hierarchy.

In the immortal sects, warriors of this level held esteemed status.

They could have countless wives, indulge in wine and pleasure, living as decadently as they pleased.

For someone of this strength to still be selling spirit cores was... unusual.

"Let’s go, Xiangzi. Time to find a place to stay." An Yi waved dismissively.

"Right away, Yi-ye!" Wei Xiang replied cheerfully, his previous arrogance as an inner disciple of the Tianxuan Sect completely gone—now, he was the perfect lackey.

As the two walked away, the shopkeeper sighed, tossing a spirit stone in his hand.

Oh well. He’d just have to settle for a smaller profit.

Tier-four spirit cores were rare. With some maneuvering in the black market, he could still squeeze out an extra few dozen taels of gold.

By the time An Yi and Wei Xiang left the Yongle Pawnshop, night had fallen.

This place was nothing like the mortal world.

There were no neon lights burning through the night, no men and women lingering in nightclubs.

The streets were desolate, with barely a soul in sight.

"Here’s fine."

An Yi stopped in front of a courier station, checking the location.

Wei Xiang was baffled.

Hadn’t they agreed on somewhere more luxurious?

This station was way too plain—even worse than that Yue Lai Inn!

He had been hoping for the Yi Hong Lou, where they could stay in style, with lovely ladies to drink, play games, and even tuck them in at night.

Tch!

And here he’d been calling him "Yi-ye" all this way.

An Yi had his reasons.

This station was at the foot of the Tianxuan Sect, right along the path the wedding procession would take—strategic positioning at its finest.

Of course, that was all nonsense.

The real reason? Spending his own money hurt.

Wei Xiang’s recommended Yi Hong Lou cost one tael of gold per night—for two people!

What kind of robbery was that?!

Might as well be sleeping with the courtesan queen herself.

Once settled in, An Yi fetched a basin of water, took out his toothbrush, cup, and facial cleanser, and began his nightly routine.

Then, he flopped onto the bed.

After so many days on the road, he’d almost forgotten what a bed felt like.

...Damn, this thing was hard!

The pillow was just as stiff.

An Yi shifted uncomfortably before finally giving up and pulling out his inflatable mattress, spreading it on the floor.

Now this was comfort.

Soon, he drifted into a drowsy slumber.

A silver light flickered.

Long Aoxue appeared, completely naked, rubbing her eyes. "Why haven’t you called for me these past few days?"

She loved sleeping.

Half a month to her was just a nap.

Back in the forest, An Yi had always summoned her to keep him company at night.

But ever since leaving, he hadn’t called once.

She glanced around at the unfamiliar surroundings, slightly dazed.

They weren’t in the forest anymore.

But that didn’t matter—she still had spirit cores to earn.

With that thought, she lay down beside An Yi, curling up slightly as she closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

But then—

An Yi’s arm draped over her bare waist.

Long Aoxue opened her eyes and pushed his hand away.

The sensation made her uneasy.

She hadn’t been in human form for long.

Her first transformation had been that night at An Yi’s villa, after he rescued her from the Nie family.

Though centuries old, she knew little about human relationships.

The moment she removed his hand—

It slid right back.

This time, even bolder, hooking around her waist and pulling her firmly against him.

Long Aoxue frowned, trying to break free.

But even in sleep, An Yi’s grip was strong.

Eventually, she gave up, closing her eyes and nestling into his embrace.

In his dreams, An Yi murmured, "Mu Xuan... I miss you."

Long Aoxue’s violet eyes opened.

She didn’t understand human emotions, but she could sense the longing in his voice.

This "Mu Xuan" must be someone he yearned for day and night.

Gazing at his handsome profile under the moonlight, her expression softened.

Then, An Yi mumbled again.

"Ruo Xi..."

"Yaoyao..."

"Qing Lan..."

"Qian Qian..."

"Yan Zhi..."

Long Aoxue: "..."