Inside the room.
Lin Fan was in an excellent mood after obtaining quite a bit from Ji Zhenmo.
Who would have thought that the Demon was so wealthy, carrying four million Spirit Stones on him?
Having so many Spirit Stones was practically the mark of a wealthy tycoon.
Even Ye Zhen Tian, who hadn’t discovered a Spirit Vein, might not be as rich as him.
[Demon God Devouring thod (Great Divine Power): A Divine Skill created after a thousand years of seclusion by a Demon Expert, capable of devouring all things in heaven and earth. Its terrifying might possesses an earth-shattering force.]
[Seven Emotions and Six Desires Finger (Demon Technique): A technique created by the Elder Demon of Seven Emotions and Six Desires, fusing the seven emotions — joy, anger, worry, thought, sorrow, fear, and surprise — with the six desires — sight, hearing, sll, taste, touch, and intent. Those struck by this technique will find it difficult to resist, even with an ultimate Dao Heart.]
Incredible!
These are Divine Skills and Cultivation Techniques with extraordinary origins.
Ji Zhenmo’s background was indeed out of the ordinary. After all, his father was the Vice Sect Hierarch of Blood Sea Divine Sect, a position that was nothing short of remarkable.
Of course.
He only had a father, but there was also his mother.
Speaking of affection, a mother’s love is surely warr.
Haven’t you heard the song?
"The world is wonderful only with mother’s love."
But what puzzled Lin Fan was the Grade Four Demon Spirit Root.
He’d never heard of such a Spirit Root. Typically, they were gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. Of course, there were so unique Spirit Roots, such as Thunder Spirit Root, Wind Spirit Root, and Ice Spirit Root.
The first five are common Spirit Roots, while the latter three are special Spirit Roots.
That makes a total of eight Spirit Roots.
But this Demon Spirit Root...
When he read its description, he finally understood one thing.
Ji Zhenmo lived a harsh and sorrowful life. He was a pitiful child who received no care or affection, even from his father, who treated him as a re Furnace Tripod.
Forming a Demon Spirit Root required extrely harsh conditions. It demanded finding a woman with a special physique and impregnating her in a place of extrely yin and evil nature during a ti when yin and wickedness in the heavens were at their peak.
The pregnant woman would then need to consu Demon Path treasures.
Gradually, this would allow the fetus within her to develop into an Innate Demon Spirit Root. A child born with such a Spirit Root would be a perfect Demon Essence Holy Embryo.
"Forget it. Who would’ve thought I’d accidentally do a good thing?"
"Helping Ji Zhenmo escape the dangers of this mortal world early—if his father had devoured him, he would’ve endured imnse pain. Now, at least he passed without ever experiencing that, and he held respect for his father until the end. What a fortunate outco."
Lin Fan sighed with relief. Luckily, he had encountered his mother.
If he had been raised by his father, he’d surely be trembling in fear, worried that the man would backstab him sohow.
During the recent battle, several of Ji Zhenmo’s Spiritual Artifacts had been damaged. However, they could still fetch a decent price if sold. Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t sell them for now.
Ji Zhenmo was killed by him.
It was hard to be sure whether that old Vice Sect Hierarch of the Blood Sea Divine Sect would use so kind of Secret Technique to track him down.
"Knock, knock!"
At this mont, there was a knock on the door.
"Young master, I’m the Shopkeeper of the guesthouse. May I co in?"
"Co in," Lin Fan replied in confusion. What business could the Shopkeeper have with him?
He had no past dealings with the Shopkeeper.
Creaaak!
Entering the room was the Shopkeeper with an eight-part mustache, whose appearance scread "swindler." Remarkably, he was at the Nascent Soul Realm.
It seed running a shop really made money; otherwise, how could one afford to purchase Spiritual Objects and cultivate to this level?
The Shopkeeper carefully examined Lin Fan after entering the room. Though young, Lin Fan’s features were handso, and his body surged with powerful vitality. Not bad. Very promising. Worth a discussion.
"Young master, are you dissatisfied with those two ladies?" The Shopkeeper asked, his tone not overly direct.
So topics needed to be broached slowly.
Being overly blunt wouldn’t do any favors.
"No, I’m quite satisfied. I simply don’t need them." Lin Fan pondered privately, curious about the Shopkeeper’s intentions. Was this a sales visit? He’d heard that managers of certain establishnts would rub their hands together with a sleazy grin and ask, "How was the service, sir?"
The Shopkeeper’s eyes brightened and he chuckled, "I understand, I understand. Those ordinary won can’t possibly catch your eye. If Young Master has any requests, I can procure so Saintesses for you."
"Whatever Young Master desires, just speak, though the costs may be slightly higher."
Lin Fan had initially planned to send the Shopkeeper away without much discussion. But when he heard Saintesses were an option, he was utterly stunned.
"You have Saintesses? Aren’t you afraid soone might find out?" Lin Fan was impressed. This Shopkeeper promoted his services so fearlessly.
Saintesses’ status was far from ordinary.
The Shopkeeper smirked, "This is Heavenly Treasure Pavilion—a place for transactions. If you can pay the price, anything is attainable. Besides, with so many sects worldwide, if one or two Saintesses go missing and are sold here, isn’t that perfectly normal?"
"Does Young Master have any requirents? If so, I can arrange sothing for you."
"Their figure, their deanor, their charm—if Young Master practices a particular Cultivation Technique, he could even use them as a Furnace Tripod. As long as it’s not too extre, there won’t be any issues."
"Damn!"
Lin Fan cursed inwardly. The Shopkeeper was basically a full-fledged pimp.
His pitch was tempting enough to make Lin Fan feel slightly tempted.
Had Lin Fan not possessed a firm will, he might’ve casually pretended to stay calm and said, "Bring one over for a look."
"No need. I cultivate the Pure Yang Technique and can’t compromise my cultivation. Still, I appreciate the kind offer," Lin Fan responded with a refusal.
He wasn’t even sure whether the Shopkeeper’s claims were truthful.
Excessive embellishnt was frequent in business dealings. If Lin Fan were in this line of work, he’d transform an ordinary woman into the daughter of a prominent Sect Leader from a major sect.
Can you imagine the excitent upon discovering such an identity?
The Shopkeeper displayed a disappointed expression. He had expected a transaction, only for it to fall through.
"Shopkeeper, one mont. How does this human trafficking business typically work? What’s the price of, say, a top-tier male disciple from a major sect?"
Suddenly.
Lin Fan had an idea after hearing the Shopkeeper’s words.
The Shopkeeper hesitated and said, "That information is sensitive and confidential. I’m afraid it’s not sothing I can easily share."
"You can share now." Lin Fan pulled out five Spirit Stones. Sensitive? My ass. If I weren’t too lazy to run errands, I wouldn’t need to ask you.
The Shopkeeper’s eyes glimred when he saw the Spirit Stones. He subtly pocketed them and then whispered, "If it’s a True Disciple or Saint Heir from a top sect, it depends on their cultivation level and appearance. The better they look, the finer their temperant, and the higher their cultivation, the pricier they’ll be."
"In the underground sector of Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, male cultivators are worth far more than female cultivators."
"For instance, Taiwu Immortal Sect accepted a Ninth Grade Spirit Root disciple ten years ago. After a decade of cultivation, they’re now in their twenties and still possess a Pure Yang Body. If such an individual were captured and brought here, their value wouldn’t be less than three million Spirit Stones, equivalent to a top-tier upper-grade Spiritual Artifact."
The Shopkeeper’s explanation made Lin Fan realize that opportunities for earning Spirit Stones were everywhere.
It just depended on whether he could seize them.
Three million Spirit Stones.
Lin Fan had never thought the path to earning Spirit Stones could be so diverse—and, for the most part, quite straightforward.
If soone knew Lin Fan’s inner thoughts, they’d undoubtedly punch him in the face for acting so smug. Are you joking? Straightforward? This is absolute madness.
The Shopkeeper had no idea what Lin Fan was thinking. Having anticipated a lucrative exchange, he was now left empty-handed.
Lin Fan lingered indoors, deep in thought.
He had an idea.
If, in the future, he encountered an enemy with a high status within their sect and great renown outside, he would capture the individual and transport them to Heavenly Treasure Pavilion to rake in a fortune of Spirit Stones.
Male prodigies were particularly valuable. It seed there were plenty of wealthy female cultivators who harbored less-than-innocent desires for these pretty, young talents.
Ti flew by.
During this period, Lin Fan didn’t go anywhere and remained at the guesthouse.
anwhile, he monitored external matters.
He wanted to see whether Ji Zhenmo’s death would attract unwanted visitors.
If he could get through this period safely...
Then he would sell the items in his possession. Keeping them wasn’t particularly useful, as they weren’t earth-shattering treasures. If a battle broke out, he worried these valuables might get damaged.
Exchanging them for Spirit Stones was the practical choice.
At this mont.
Although Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was considered relatively safe, the outside world was shifting. Thick, black clouds were rolling in from the distant skies, flashing with purple light, as if so peerless Demon Dragon was stirring chaos within.
"What’s that?"
Soone looked toward the horizon and cried out in alarm.
They’d been in Heavenly Treasure Pavilion for a long ti and had never seen such a scene.
Lin Fan leaned out the loft’s window, rested his chin on his hand, and muttered indifferently, "Could it be Ji Zhenmo’s father arriving?"
He remained entirely unflustered.
In fact, he was curious to see whether Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was truly as formidable as everyone claid.
Soon after.
An enraged voice echoed from the horizon, shaking heaven and earth within a thousand miles. The vibrations of Spiritual Energy created a storm, making it obvious that the arriving figure was no ordinary person. This was undoubtedly a powerhouse.
"Who killed my son? Co forth!"
The voice transford into a lethal strike that zood through the air, as the protective canopy above Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s city countered the sound wave attack.
Swish!
Swish!
Several figures shot skyward from within Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s city, hovering in mid-air.
One elderly man’s face tornted with rage said coldly, "Ji Old Demon, this is Heavenly Treasure Pavilion. How dare you cause trouble here? Who gave an old bastard like you that courage?"
Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s influence was incredibly mysterious. No one knew where their headquarters were or how many world-class experts they possessed.
Across the world, major sects from both the Immortal Path and the Demon Path would always show Heavenly Treasure Pavilion respect.
Ji Damo was rushing here in a fit of anger, not out of grief for his son’s death, but because his many years of effort had been abruptly ruined. That was a pill he refused to swallow.
"My son Ji Zhenmo ca to your Heavenly Treasure Pavilion and died here. Are you not going to give an explanation?" Ji Damo condensed his true body, his blood-stained robes radiating intense blood energy.
His gaze swept across every individual within Heavenly Treasure Pavilion’s city.
Yet searching for a murderer amidst such a sea of people—a hopeless venture much akin to finding a needle in a haystack.
The old man responded calmly, "In Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, no one would dare commit murder or cause chaos. If your son is dead, he must have been killed outside. What does his death outside have to do with Heavenly Treasure Pavilion?"
"I advise you to leave imdiately. Otherwise, don’t expect us to show any leniency to your Blood Sea Divine Sect."
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