Chapter 10

"Father, what do you mean by that?"

Although Chen Yunfei hated Ling Xian to the bone, he was not a complete fool. From his father's words, he sensed some underlying meaning.

"Ling Family may have fallen, but they have never had any conflict with our Chen Family. This time, it was the Liyang Sect that instructed me to cause them trouble."

Chen Gongxuan said indifferently. There was no need to hide this matter from his son.

"What, the Liyang Sect?"

Chen Yunfei was greatly alarmed, unable to suppress a gasp.

In this world, the strong are respected, and Yun Mountain is blessed with a hundred and eight major and minor sects and families.

Together, they form a significant force. As the young master of the Chen Family, he could act arrogantly within a hundred miles, but in the entire Yun Mountain, the Chen Family was merely a third-rate minor family.

The Liyang Sect was different.

It was the top-ranked force on Yun Mountain, with tens of thousands of disciples, a multitude of experts, and a plethora of strong generals. Even if all the other sects and families on Yun Mountain combined, they could not compare to the Liyang Sect.

They were not on the same level at all!

In reality, most of the other sects and families on Yun Mountain were dependent on the Liyang Sect, serving as its puppets.

Do not think it is humiliating; a small force like the Chen Family would be looked down upon if they tried to climb higher.

Chen Yunfei's face was full of shock. He never imagined that it was the Liyang Sect that wanted to cause trouble for the Ling Family, and they were merely pawns in this scheme.

Hehe, the Ling Family is doomed.

Leaving his father's room, Chen Yunfei's face showed a hint of excitement, but the gloom in his brows remained.

He was excited that the Ling Family would face a great disaster, yet he was unwilling for Ling Xian to die at the hands of others. He had never been so humiliated in his life and yearned to torture Ling Xian himself.

Of course, he also understood that it was impossible. With the Liyang Sect involved, he, a mere Chen Family disciple, was nothing but an ant.

"Pay your respects, Young Master!"

A low voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Chen Yunfei was startled, thinking it was an elder from the clan. But when he turned around, he saw an old man in a black robe with a sinister expression.

"A first-rate expert!"

Feeling the true qi emanating from the old man, Chen Yunfei's face turned pale. The old man was a sixth-layer Body Cultivation expert. How could such a presence appear here?

A first-rate expert, if harboring ill intentions, could wipe out the Chen Family.

"What... what do you want?"

Although the old man showed no malice, Chen Yunfei was trembling uncontrollably.

"Please don't be alarmed, Young Master. This old servant has come to take you back."

The old man referred to himself as a servant, leaving Chen Yunfei utterly confused: "You are..."

"I am an outer sect elder of the Liyang Sect. You, Young Master, are the beloved son of the Sect Master. Due to an accident, you were separated from the sect. The Sect Master has been searching for you for many years, and this old servant has come to bring you back."

"What?" Chen Yunfei was dumbfounded, never daring to believe such a twist of fate.

He then burst into wild laughter...

...

Ling Xian was unaware of all this. At this moment, he was heading down the mountain with ten thousand silver notes.

The Ling Family had been in decline for so many years, and this was the first time Ling Xian had a large sum of money. He planned to go to the town below to buy supplies.

Grain, clothes—Ling Family had been impoverished for too long, and the clan members lived in constant hunger. With this much wealth, he intended to improve their lives.

Linfeng City, located to the west of Yun Mountain, was the nearest city to the Ling Family.

With a population of five million, it was extremely prosperous. Ling Xian searched his memory; the previous Ling Xian had visited the city several times but could not afford anything, and was often looked down upon.

Fortunately, he remembered the way. Familiar with the route, Ling Xian quickly arrived at Linfeng City.

The city was bustling with people and traffic, even more prosperous than he remembered. Ling Xian looked around with curiosity but did not forget his mission. He first went to a grain shop and bought several hundred thousand pounds of grain, then to a meat shop to buy pork, mutton, duck, and fish.

With these supplies, the Ling Family disciples would no longer have to endure hunger, and everyone could enjoy a full meal with meat.

Of course, Ling Xian alone could not transport all this. However, as a major customer, the grain shop owner and the meat shop manager were very polite and promised to send the supplies to the Ling Family.

The feeling of not lacking money was truly exhilarating, but the Ling Family was still too weak. He had to work hard to restore the family's former glory.

Ling Xian made a silent vow in his heart.

Of course, the effort of one person was far from enough. How could he make the entire clan strong?

In the past, the Ling Family produced many geniuses, but they were all harmed by the thousand-year curse. How could he lift the curse?

Ling Xian was unsure.

At this moment, he noticed a magnificent building.

The Spirit Medicine Pavilion!

Ling Xian walked in without hesitation.

For cultivators, spirit pills and elixirs could greatly enhance their cultivation. The same principle applied to martial artists. Those from noble families and powerful clans all consumed countless spirit pills from a young age. The Ling Family of a thousand years ago was no exception, but unfortunately, times had changed. Spirit pills and elixirs were now too luxurious for them.

Although Ling Xian was the clan leader, he had never taken any. Of course, he was now on the path of cultivation and did not need them. However, he was curious, and he had millions of clan members behind him.

One person could not support the entire family. Ling Xian hoped that the Ling Family's young generation would grow and improve, which would also greatly benefit him.

Could he find a way to buy a batch of pills?

Even if the curse was not lifted, these pills could still enhance the Ling Family's strength.

As Ling Xian entered the gate, a shop assistant greeted him. Despite his simple attire, the assistant showed no contempt, which made Ling Xian respect the Spirit Medicine Pavilion for its fair treatment.

"May I ask what the customer wishes to buy?"

"Do you have Qi Gathering Pills here?"

"The customer is joking. This is the Spirit Medicine Pavilion. If we didn't have the most commonly used Qi Gathering Pills for martial artists, how could we even stay in business? May I ask how many you want? One pill costs one hundred silver notes, and a ten percent discount is given for purchases of one hundred or more." The assistant was very enthusiastic.

"So expensive?"

Ling Xian frowned.

He had brought ten thousand silver notes down the mountain, but after buying a large amount of food, he only had one thousand silver notes left. With this, he could buy ten Qi Gathering Pills, but what good would such a small amount do?

No wonder martial artists are rich while scholars are poor. One hundred silver notes could buy a thousand pounds of high-quality grain, but for pills, it was just a drop in the bucket.

Seeing Ling Xian's troubled expression, the assistant did not say anything, but a few people nearby started mocking him: "A waste of space who can't even afford Qi Gathering Pills, don't embarrass yourself here."

"Indeed, when did the Spirit Medicine Pavilion's standards become so low, receiving such a bumpkin is truly unlucky!"

"Shame to be in his company, being with such a person greatly lowers my noble reputation."

...

Ling Xian turned around and saw two men and a woman. The men were handsome, and the woman was extremely beautiful, but their expressions were sinister.

All three were in their early twenties, not hiding their true qi, and appeared to be at the fourth layer of Body Cultivation.

Third-rate experts!

If they served the government, they could receive the treatment of a county magistrate. For their age, this was very impressive, indicating they were from powerful families.

No wonder they were so sharp-tongued. These young nobles were used to looking down on others and giving orders.

Ling Xian felt a surge of anger but did not act on it.

He did not want to make too many enemies over a mere disagreement.

Besides, these were just narrow-minded people. As a cultivator, he did not need to stoop to their level.

Once he broke through to the first layer of Qi Cultivation and entered the innate realm, he would be far beyond their reach.

Thinking this, Ling Xian calmed down, but the current problem could not be ignored. Could he really not obtain a large number of Qi Gathering Pills?

A hint of frustration flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "I came in a hurry today and did not bring enough silver. Could I use treasures to pay?"

"Sure, what kind of treasures?"

"Pills."

"Ha ha."

Before Ling Xian could finish, the two men and the woman burst into laughter: "Brother Lin, did I hear correctly? This kid actually wants to sell pills to the Spirit Medicine Pavilion?"

"Hmph, showing off in front of Lu Ban, this kid is truly reckless."

"The Spirit Medicine Pavilion is one of the ten major forces in the Martial Kingdom. Even the Ling Family of old could not compare in terms of pill-making."

"Fool, this is just a branch of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion, but the shop owner is a fifth-level alchemist. What rare treasures has he not seen? This kid is truly overestimating himself."

...

The mocking voices of the three people were condescending, treating Ling Xian as nothing. Ling Xian did not bother to argue with such fools, but if they continued to act recklessly, he would not hesitate to teach them a lesson.

A good person is often taken advantage of, and a good horse is often ridden. Ling Xian did not want to make unnecessary enemies, but that did not mean he was a coward.

His eyes flashed with determination, and he pretended not to hear their words. He flicked his sleeve, and a small jade bottle flew out: "My pills are inside. Please appraise them and tell me their value."

"Sure, please wait a moment."

The assistant took the jade bottle and ran to the back, returning quickly: "Please follow me, sir."

The rules of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion required appraising pills in the VIP room on the second floor, with the buyer present to ensure fairness.

The Spirit Medicine Pavilion could become one of the top ten forces on the continent because of its integrity in business.

The three people exchanged glances and followed.

An old man in a green robe was waiting upstairs.

Ling Xian's gaze swept over him. The old man's aura was concealed, making it impossible to gauge his strength, but he was undoubtedly far stronger than Ling Xian. The Spirit Medicine Pavilion was indeed remarkable, even a branch store harbored such powerful figures.

Ling Xian remained calm and bowed to the old man.

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