Chapter 17

"Two hundred lower-grade spirit stones for these materials, including the explosive bear claws and the tattered fur of the blazing fox!" In a not-so-large shop, a somewhat emaciated old man said slowly.

This old man had been running the shop for over fifty years. No one knew when he started the business here, acquiring materials from these demonic beasts. Even Ye Xiwen had asked Ye Kongming, but Ye Kongming didn't know. When Ye Kongming came to the One Yuan Sect, this old man was already here. No disciples dared to cause trouble here, and he was always fair in his pricing, treating everyone equally.

"Do you have any objections to this price?"

"No!" Ye Xiwen shook his head and said. The price was fair. Selling elsewhere might not fetch as much.

Of course, the real profit was not from these materials but from the demonic cores. The demonic cores were the essence of the demonic beasts, concentrating all their true essence. The demonic cores in Ye Xiwen's possession could fetch at least eight hundred spirit stones. Adding the thousand spirit stones he already had, he would have around two thousand lower-grade spirit stones in total.

"These are parts from fierce demonic beasts. You should have quite a few demonic cores, right?" The emaciated old man glanced at Ye Xiwen and said, "If you have them, you can sell them to me as well. I won't shortchange you!"

Ye Xiwen thought about it and decided it would save a lot of trouble. He took out all the demonic cores from his spatial ring and placed them on the table.

The emaciated old man looked at Ye Xiwen with some surprise, probably because he didn't expect Ye Xiwen to have so many demonic cores. Even a core disciple might not be able to produce so many at once.

"These demonic cores are worth eight hundred and fifty lower-grade spirit stones. Is that acceptable?" The old man asked Ye Xiwen.

"Very well, thank you!" Ye Xiwen nodded, pleased that it was even more than he had expected.

After receiving the spirit stones, Ye Xiwen left the shop, which was somewhat remote. Suddenly, the sound of an argument came from outside.

"Nonsense, I never looked at your 'Heavenly Immortal Step'!" A slightly anxious voice said.

"Hmph, if you didn't look at it, how would you know it's called 'Heavenly Immortal Step'? If everyone acted like you, how would I do business in the future!" A rough voice came from the crowd, "In any case, you have to buy this 'Heavenly Immortal Step' today, whether you want to or not. You've already seen it, so you have to pay. Five hundred lower-grade spirit stones!"

The crowd was in an uproar. Five hundred lower-grade spirit stones was a sum that many inner disciples might never earn in their lifetimes.

Ye Xiwen entered the crowd and saw two young men arguing, one fat and one strong. The fat young man was none other than Ye Xiwen's friend, Wang Lie.

The other tall and strong young man was a burly man, about twenty years old, with a rough appearance. He was looking at Wang Lie with a smug expression.

"It's actually Ma Yan. Tsk, tsk, this disciple is really unlucky. I didn't expect he would be tricked by Ma Yan. I wonder where Ma Yan found this movement technique. He had an elder in the sect appraise it, and it's said to be a先天-level movement technique, though incomplete. He pretends to sell the technique, and once someone shows interest, he tricks them into looking at it without buying it. Many people have been ruined this way!"

"Yes, it's really shameless, but what can be done? His brother, Ma Ying, is a candidate for the major competition. It's said he has a good chance of standing out in the clan competition and becoming a core disciple, thus rising to prominence. The disciples who have been tricked can only accept their losses. Even if they don't consider Ma Yan's brother, Ma Yan himself is a peak fifth-stage Later Heaven expert, ranking in the top twenty among inner disciples. They can only endure the loss!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiwen understood. The One Yuan Sect did not prohibit the sale of such techniques, but there was one rule: techniques obtained from the One Yuan Sect were forbidden from being sold or spread outside. However, if a disciple obtained a technique from outside, they were allowed to sell it.

Of course, if a disciple contributed a technique from outside to the sect, they would receive significant rewards, including spirit stones and points. The rewards varied based on the technique, and they were very generous.

However, if a disciple sold the technique themselves, they could sell it multiple times, making the choice between the two options a matter of personal preference.

"The title of your technique is 'Heavenly Immortal Step.' I'm not blind, so how could I not see it? But I didn't read the content!" Wang Lie said anxiously. His family was a wealthy household in the mountains below, and they had high hopes for him. He was always more well-off than Ye Xiwen, which is why he came to buy a movement technique after breaking through to the fourth stage of Later Heaven.

For a martial artist, the importance of a movement technique was self-evident. However, five hundred lower-grade spirit stones was an astronomical sum for him, one he could never afford. Just as he was about to leave, Ma Yan stopped him, accusing him of having read the technique.

"I said you read it, so you did!" Ma Yan sneered. He knew Wang Lie came from a wealthy family and was a good target for extortion.

"Stop talking nonsense and give me the money, or I'll cripple your martial arts!" Ma Yan said coldly.

The crowd shuddered, as there were indeed disciples who had been crippled by him and left the One Yuan Sect in disgrace.

This was a world of the strong preying on the weak. Ma Yan's brother was a powerful inner disciple with connections in the upper echelons. A disciple who had been crippled by him had no future, and the higher-ups did nothing to Ma Yan.

"I don't have the money!" Wang Lie said.

"Stubborn, let's see if your mouth is harder than my fist!" Ma Yan sneered and threw a punch. The air distorted from the force of his punch, making a crackling sound. Although Ma Yan was tyrannical, his skills were not weak, and his ranking in the top twenty among inner disciples was not a joke.

Wang Lie gritted his teeth, mustered his full strength, and prepared to defend himself.

"Whoosh!!"

"Bang!!"

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from the crowd. A small stone, like a bolt of lightning, streaked through the air and struck Ma Yan's fist with great force.

"Ah!" Ma Yan let out a pig-like scream of pain!

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