Chapter 81

"Very good." Zhao Yun chuckled, and in one breath, he finished the purple elf fruit, his whole body becoming hot with the leakage of spiritual energy and the overwhelming flow of qi and blood. His cultivation in the True Spirit Realm instantly broke through to the second level.

This was a pleasant surprise.

Cultivation was secondary; the transformation of his spirit was what he was most delighted about. His perspective broadened significantly, and his perception greatly improved. Now, he far surpassed his peers, with sufficient endurance.

It took him three full days to stabilize his cultivation.

On the fourth day, he collected the scattered treasures, stuffing the silver bills directly into his chest. As for the gold and silver treasures, they were all moved out box by box.

This was a physical task, and with only one arm left, everything seemed inconvenient. Each box of treasure had to be moved with brute force, and he even had to climb rocks. He wondered why Lone Wolf chose such an out-of-the-way place.

By dawn, he left the forest, driving a cart loaded with boxes of gold and silver treasures straight to the nearest ancient city, which was Wolf City. Previously, in Green Peak City, he had met Han Ming, the young lord of Wolf City. He was not unaware that Yan Tianfeng might have already released the captives, but he must have gained considerable benefits. It was not easy to let his daughter be scolded and walk away; while killing might be too much, making the Wolf City Lord bleed was necessary.

Wolf City at night was bustling, not at all inferior to the ancient city. Red lanterns hung high, and people were bustling about.

Wanted notices were visible everywhere in the city.

Like in the ancient city and Green Peak City, the bounty notices for Lone Wolf were posted everywhere.

Zhao Yun had once sighed about this. The location of the Dark Abyss was only a hundred miles from Wolf City, yet so many bounty hunters had not found him.

Now that Lone Wolf was dead, anyone who wanted to catch him would have to go to the netherworld.

In the southern part of the city, Zhao Yun found a small garden. Staying at an inn was not safe, especially with such a large amount of treasure. One misstep could lead to a fatal disaster.

Once inside the garden, he used the Earth Escape technique to bury the large wooden boxes underground.

Next, he had to fence the loot.

The gold and silver could be taken directly to a money shop to be exchanged for paper silver bills, making them easier to carry. As for the pearls and treasures, he had to go to the black market.

Wolf City also had a black market, and it was much larger than the one in the ancient city, a gathering place for underworld figures, equally mixed with good and bad elements.

People here generally did not ask about the origin of the goods or who you were, as long as you were doing business.

In one day, he fenced all the loot, converting it into silver bills.

Zhao Yun was delighted, with over a hundred thousand in silver bills. This was not a small fortune; he was now a wealthy landowner.

"Stop."

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a soft voice from Yue Shen.

"Is there a treasure?"

Zhao Yun's eyes lit up. Whenever Yue Shen spoke in this tone, it seemed something good was about to happen.

"Five zhang to the southeast, a small stall."

Yue Shen said casually. There was no great treasure, but there was a useful small item that would be practical for Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun moved quickly.

The stall was not large, and the items for sale were not diverse, mostly jade and porcelain.

"Quickly, I'm closing up."

The stall owner said lazily, his voice young and slightly childish. When Zhao Yun looked, the stall owner was yawning, a chubby child of about five or six years old, but with tattered clothes, looking like a beggar.

But Zhao Yun knew this child was not as simple as he appeared. The light from the small spirit pearl was purple, indicating that this was a Xuan Yang Realm cultivator. Judging by the depth of the purple light, he was at least at the sixth level, possibly due to his cultivation method or the consumption of youth-preserving pills.

Moreover, the child's hair was not black or white but purple, and it did not seem dyed.

"Special bloodline," Yue Shen said.

"I see," Zhao Yun stroked his chin.

The Heavenly Book of the Mystic Gate stated that anyone with abnormal hair color must have a special bloodline, though the reverse was not always true. For example, the little fat boy and Liu Ruyue had normal hair colors.

"Buy or not, if not, I'm closing."

As Zhao Yun was pondering, the purple-haired child stretched and urged again. His business skills were so poor that it was no wonder his business was so bad. That one sentence alone would drive away half his customers.

"Buy."

Zhao Yun said casually, picking and choosing.

"That small bag."

Yue Shen, lying on the moon, spoke casually.

"Is this a treasure?"

Zhao Yun picked up a small silver bag. At first glance, it looked like a money bag, with a yin-yang symbol carved on it and some incomprehensible patterns.

"Five hundred taels."

The purple-haired child held up five fingers.

"Five taels."

"Deal."

The transaction was surprisingly quick, so quick that Zhao Yun was caught off guard. He had haggled down by a hundredfold, and the other party had agreed so readily.

"Hurry up."

The purple-haired child, impatient, extended his chubby little hand, as if he had something urgent to do.

Zhao Yun chuckled and handed over the silver.

"See you next time."

The purple-haired child roughly rolled up his stall and ran off.

"You little brat, where are you going?"

A loud scolding followed, and Zhao Yun turned his head, recognizing the voice. It was the fat old man he had scared away that night by pretending to be a Tian Wu Realm cultivator, who had also come to Wolf City.

Swoosh!

The fat old man was furious, his face black as a shadow, rushing past Zhao Yun. The strong aura and accompanying wind nearly knocked Zhao Yun off his feet.

"Run, where are you running?"

"You old bastard, I didn't take it."

"Still talking back?"

By the time Zhao Yun steadied himself, the fat old man had caught up to the purple-haired child and was now holding him by the ear, slapping his bottom.

Even from a distance, the sound of slaps and the child's tears could be heard.

Zhao Yun's mouth twitched. My goodness, that was a Xuan Yang Realm cultivator, and he was being treated like this.

But thinking about it, it made sense.

The fat old man was terrifying, at the peak of the Earth Concealment Realm. If he had a stroke of luck, he might advance to the Tian Wu Realm. In front of him, even a Xuan Yang Realm cultivator had to behave.

"Find my master if you dare."

"He comes, I'll still beat you."

"Keep talking, keep talking."

The scolding grew louder as the fat old man, with his imposing presence, carried the purple-haired child and continued to scold him.

As they passed Zhao Yun, the fat old man glanced at him with a strange look, as if he recognized him but could not place where. He only knew that Zhao Yun was a one-armed martial cultivator with weak cultivation.

If he knew that Zhao Yun was the Tian Wu Realm cultivator, he would not know what to think, but Zhao Yun would definitely get a beating.

"Xiu'er, what's this treasure?"

Zhao Yun held the silver bag, examining it closely as he walked.

"Qiankun Bag."

"What's a Qiankun Bag?"

"A bag with an internal space," Yue Shen yawned, "like the one in your hand, you could fit a cow inside without a problem."

"Is it that amazing?"

Zhao Yun raised an eyebrow, untied the string, and looked inside, even reaching in to feel. It seemed no different from a regular money bag. How could such a small bag fit a cow?

"It has restrictions," Yue Shen yawned, "and this bag is damaged. It needs to be repaired to be used. It's the lowest-level storage bag from the Immortal Realm. Once repaired, it will be barely usable."

"Another treasure."

Zhao Yun chuckled and quickly put it away. Even if it cost five thousand taels, he would buy it.