Chapter 153: Contribution Exchange
“Buzz!” The ringtone of the phone rang.
Chen Beiwu’s divine sense stirred, and the phone lying on the ground floated before him.
Glancing at the screen, he found it was an unknown number. Chen Beiwu casually picked up.
“May I ask if this is Mr. Chen?” A soft and charming female voice sounded.
“What is it?” Chen Beiwu asked.
“Mr. Chen, our young master is willing to pay three hundred thousand Spirit Yuan to purchase a Yin-Yang Blood-Purifying Pill…”
Hearing this, Chen Beiwu could not be bothered to respond. He directly hung up the call and switched off the phone.
With his channels spanning two realms, he now had more than enough opportunities to earn Spirit Yuan. What was difficult was obtaining even a single Third-Tier Treasure Pill.
Never mind the other party only offering three hundred thousand Spirit Yuan—even if they offered four hundred thousand, he would never sell off the Yin-Yang Blood-Purifying Pill.
Third-Tier Treasure Pills were exceedingly rare.
Without the authority of a Golden Core True Person, ordinary cultivators could hardly purchase such pills from the Immortal Alliance’s official website.
As for whether hanging up so bluntly might offend soone, Chen Beiwu did not care in the least.
Those in the Immortal Alliance who truly had a strong background could directly obtain the pills they desired. They had no need to bargain over a single Third-Tier Treasure Pill.
Only cultivators without enough influence, but with sharp enough news channels, would co seeking him first.
With that thought, Chen Beiwu closed his eyes and activated the Gate of Ten Directions, heading toward the Southern Wastes.
……
Formation Hall, side hall.
“Senior Sister Yun.” Chen Beiwu bowed respectfully.
“Junior Brother, what matter do you seek
for?” Yun Yishu turned and looked at Chen Beiwu.
Chen Beiwu stated his purpose directly: “Senior Sister, I wish to borrow so contribution points from you.”
The hand Yun Yishu held her formation brush with paused slightly, her eyes revealing surprise.
Interesting!
Within the sect, many true disciples, in order to pursue her, constantly visited with all kinds of excuses, bringing gifts and leaving her endlessly annoyed.
Chen Beiwu was the first who did not try to shove gifts into her hand, but instead straightforwardly asked to borrow contribution points.
“Your reason?” Yun Yishu asked tersely.
“To purchase a Spirit Fusion Pill.” At this, Chen Beiwu paused slightly. “I’m still short by five thousand contribution points. If Senior Sister is not assured, I can pledge a Third-Tier incomplete formation as collateral.”
Everyone in the Formation Hall knew Senior Sister Yun delighted in researching high-tier formations.
And the value of a Third-Tier incomplete formation was far above five thousand contribution points.
If not to repay a favor owed from a prior formation exchange, Chen Beiwu would not have taken the initiative to visit and borrow contribution points from Senior Sister Yun.
Contribution points also circulated on the sect’s black market.
Calculated at a three-to-one ratio, Chen Beiwu could gather five thousand contribution points by spending fifteen thousand lower-grade Spirit Stones.
Hearing this, Yun Yishu frowned.
She had not expected Junior Brother Chen to be so indulged in trifles.
To squander good cultivation resources, rather than refining the Qi Refining Aperture-Consolidating thod to perfection and breaking through to the Eleventh Level of Qi Refining as soon as possible—yet instead spend them on a feeble Spirit Beast—wasn’t this no different from wasting resources?
Yet at the sa ti, she was intrigued by the Third-Tier incomplete formation he ntioned.
‘Did I misunderstand?’ Seeing her expression, Chen Beiwu was sowhat surprised.
According to the intelligence he had gathered, Senior Sister Yun should have imdiately asked about the incomplete formation.
“What Third-Tier formation is it?”
After a mont’s hesitation, Yun Yishu did not attempt to persuade him otherwise, instead asking about the matter that concerned her most.
Chen Beiwu wasted no words and directly handed over the lifelong research of Qian Yuan.
“Oh? This formation is quite good.”
The instant she laid hands on it, Yun Yishu’s beautiful eyes lit up, her entire focus drawn into the formation, filled with fascination.
Seeing this, Chen Beiwu thought inwardly: ‘The rumors are indeed true.’
A quarter of an hour later, Senior Sister Yun returned to her senses. Lifting her gaze to him, she proactively raised the price.
“This Third-Tier formation has great research value. Five thousand contribution points is truly too little.”
“If Junior Brother is willing to hand
this incomplete formation, I am willing to pay ten thousand contribution points for it.”
“What say you, Junior Brother Chen?”
Hearing this, Chen Beiwu nodded in agreent.
Within the Profound Secrets Hall, redeeming a complete Third-Tier lower-grade Treasure Formation required at least thirty thousand contribution points, nearly equal in value to a single Third-Tier Treasure Pill.
The formation in his possession was incomplete, and its value greatly diminished, but it was still worth eight to nine thousand contribution points.
That Senior Sister Yun offered ten thousand contribution points was more likely because she did not wish to take advantage of him.
“That will do.”
Once the contribution points were transferred, Senior Sister Yun returned his identity jade slip and imrsed herself again in studying the formation.
Seeing this, Chen Beiwu did not disturb her and left the Formation Hall, heading for the Profound Secrets Hall.
“Junior Brother Chen, here is your Spirit Fusion Pill.” Deacon Zhao Heng smiled and handed over a jade bottle.
Chen Beiwu accepted it and opened the bottle. Inside lay a pill of translucent amber hue, with a vortex like a swimming fish gathering within.
Unlike the exquisite Flood Dragon Blood Pill he had exchanged last ti, this Spirit Fusion Pill bore no spiritual resonance—it was clear at a glance it had not co from Senior Sister Wan’er’s hands.
“Fairy Yunwan rarely refines Spirit Fusion Pills,” Zhao Heng explained tactfully.
Chen Beiwu offered a word of thanks and turned to leave.
Watching Chen Beiwu’s disappearing figure, Zhao Heng’s eyes revealed envy.
Golden Core disciples were indeed extraordinary. In rely three to four years, they could amass a fortune of contribution points that ordinary Foundation Establishnt cultivators could not gather in a hundred years.
It seed True Person Zhu held this fourth disciple in high regard, already laying the groundwork in advance.
With that thought, Zhao Heng resolved to remind the cultivators under him to keep their eyes open, lest they offend this figure who must never be provoked!
……
The next morning.
Chen Beiwu opened a package, his divine sense scanning through.
After confirming everything was in order, he left his mana imprint and divine sense on the receipt to acknowledge delivery, then eagerly returned to the Moon-in-Water Dwelling in the Southern Wastes.
“This is the Yin-Yang Blood-Purifying Pill!”
Looking at the jade bottle within, containing a round pill the size of a pigeon’s egg, its black and white halves clearly divided, with golden spiritual radiance weaving ceaselessly along the line where yin and yang t, Chen Beiwu’s eyes shone with awe.
From this pill, he felt a vigorous and boundless life force.
“Gulp.”
“Woof.”
Gold Egg and Iron Egg both swallowed hard, their gazes fixed upon the Treasure Pill.
The bloodline instinct within their bodies scread madly that swallowing this pill would grant them a heaven-shaking fortune.
Yet both beasts restrained their restless urges, remaining in place without making any rash moves.
Seeing their behavior, Chen Beiwu felt both gratified and surprised.
After all, the lower the bloodline rank of a beast, the harder it was to resist the instinct to evolve.
Gold Egg could endure temptation thanks to his forty-nine years of cultivation and the presence of the companion contract.
But Iron Egg relied purely on his indomitable willpower—this, especially, surprised Chen Beiwu.
“Gulp?” Gold Egg looked up at Chen Beiwu with eager eyes, his expression flattering.
“The Yin-Yang Blood-Purifying Pill cannot be consud directly.”
As his words fell, the Cold Pool Spirit Sword on Chen Beiwu’s back slid free of its sheath, its blade aid straight at Gold Egg.
Gold Egg was taken aback, lowering his head to the ground, trembling all over, signaling he had no intent to seize the pill—he was a loyal follower, through and through.
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