Chapter 8: Ruoxue certainly

Today, Yang Lingchen was clad in a luxurious light blue brocade robe, his thick long hair tied up high. His handsome face bore a hint of resolve, a stark contrast to his former dissolute image. He entered the Heavenly Martial Guild. "Young Master, how may I assist you?" As soon as Yang Lingchen stepped into the Heavenly Martial Guild, a tall, elegant female attendant warmly approached him. After all, those who could afford to shop at the Heavenly Martial Guild were prominent figures in Cold Sun City. Thus, the attendants here were hand-picked, each one exceptional, and their cultivation levels were all above the sixth layer of the Gathering Yuan Realm. "I need some medicinal herbs," Yang Lingchen said, handing over a pre-prepared list to the beautiful attendant. "Young Master, the herbs you've requested are all rare and valuable. Are you certain you wish to purchase them?" the attendant asked with a smile. "It's fine. Just prepare the herbs for me," Yang Lingchen replied. "Very well, Young Master. Please wait a moment, I will have someone prepare them for you immediately," the attendant said respectfully. "Do you have alchemy cauldrons here?" Yang Lingchen inquired. "Of course, we do. Young Master, please follow me." Led by the beautiful attendant, Yang Lingchen arrived at a secluded room on the second floor of the Heavenly Martial Guild. This room contained various alchemy cauldrons of different grades, which the attendant then began to introduce to Yang Lingchen. "Young Master, this light blue one is the Profound Comprehension Cauldron, valued at two hundred thousand gold coins. It is a relic left behind by a top-tier alchemist." "This bronze-colored one is the Grand Purity Cauldron, left by the ancient alchemist Grand Purity Daoist. It is valued at three hundred thousand gold coins." The attendant continued to introduce the origins and prices of these alchemy cauldrons. Hearing the prices, Yang Lingchen felt a wave of helplessness, as these cauldrons were already a bit beyond his budget. Just then, the Haotian Jade within Yang Lingchen's body subtly vibrated. His intuition told him there was something good here; otherwise, the Haotian Jade would not have reacted. "Are there any other alchemy cauldrons?" Yang Lingchen asked, maintaining a calm demeanor. "Of course, there are. Young Master, please follow me." The attendant's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she led Yang Lingchen to an inconspicuous corner. It was then that Yang Lingchen's gaze was drawn to a dark, ink-black cauldron. "What the hell, this thing doesn't look special at all! Why is the Haotian Jade reacting to it?" Yang Lingchen wondered inwardly. "Young Master, this ink-black alchemy cauldron has been in our Heavenly Martial Guild for several centuries. Its exact origin is unclear even to me. If you are interested, Young Master, you can take it for five thousand gold coins," the attendant said. "This black cauldron doesn't seem particularly special. Can it be a bit cheaper?" Yang Lingchen steadied his mind and said calmly. This ink-black giant cauldron looked like nothing more than scrap metal, completely lacking the aura of the expensive cauldrons he had just seen. However, Yang Lingchen knew that anything capable of eliciting a reaction from the Haotian Jade was certainly no ordinary item. "Young Master, this black cauldron is already very cheap," the attendant replied. "Two thousand five hundred, how about that?" "Four thousand five hundred," the attendant conceded a step. "Two thousand six hundred," Yang Lingchen countered again. "Four thousand," the attendant said, gritting her teeth. After some haggling, Yang Lingchen finally acquired the mysterious black cauldron for three thousand gold coins. After placing the black cauldron into his storage pouch, Yang Lingchen returned to the first floor. "Oh! Isn't that Yang Lingchen? What a coincidence!" Just then, an elegant and melodious voice sounded from behind Yang Lingchen. Han Ruoxue, clad in a light pink silk dress, walked gracefully towards him. Behind her followed a handsome young man with an extraordinary aura. This young man was Lin Beiyang, the youngest son of the Lin family patriarch in Cold Sun City. His cultivation was at the first layer of the Profound Mystic Realm, placing him among the top-tier geniuses in Cold Sun City. "So it's Miss Han," Yang Lingchen said, glancing at Han Ruoxue. "Yang Lingchen, I heard you defeated Yang Zihao and even killed Yang Tiancheng. Is that true?" Han Ruoxue asked with a charming smile, her eyes full of curiosity. "Those are just rumors, not to be taken seriously. With my strength, how could I possibly kill the Grand Elder?" Yang Lingchen said with a smile. He did not wish to reveal too much in front of this woman. Hearing Yang Lingchen's reply, Han Ruoxue also found it reasonable. After all, the previous Yang Lingchen was only at the third layer of the Gathering Yuan Realm; how could he have defeated Yang Zihao? In her opinion, Yang Lingchen must have used some underhanded means to win. Just then, the tall female attendant walked over. "Young Master, the herbs and alchemy cauldron you requested have all been prepared for you. However, regarding the Spirit Yuan Fruit you asked for, our guild currently only has this last one," the attendant said with a smile. "It's fine, one is enough. What's the total cost?" Yang Lingchen asked. "A total of sixty-one thousand gold coins. Young Master, you can just give sixty thousand," the attendant said. "Thank you, beautiful lady." Yang Lingchen took out sixty thousand gold notes from his怀, handed them over, and then put all the herbs into his storage pouch. "A Spirit Yuan Fruit!" Han Ruoxue exclaimed in surprise, then said, "Yang Lingchen, can you let me have this Spirit Yuan Fruit?" The Spirit Yuan Fruit was a precious spiritual fruit. A cultivator at the ninth layer of the Gathering Yuan Realm who consumed it could increase their chances of breaking through to the Profound Mystic Realm by twenty percent. Han Ruoxue had come to the Heavenly Martial Guild today precisely for this Spirit Yuan Fruit. "I'm sorry, Miss Han, but this Spirit Yuan Fruit is very important to me as well," Yang Lingchen directly refused Han Ruoxue. He did not wish to have too much entanglement with a woman like Han Ruoxue. Although Han Ruoxue was very beautiful, she was not Yang Lingchen's type, as this woman was too materialistic. Hearing Yang Lingchen's refusal, Han Ruoxue's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She had not expected Yang Lingchen to reject her. In the past, anything she liked, Yang Lingchen would fawn over her and deliver it to her. "Yang Lingchen, this young master wants that Spirit Yuan Fruit. Name your price!" Lin Beiyang looked at Yang Lingchen with an arrogant expression. Lin Beiyang's arrogance had its reasons. Although they were both young members of Cold Sun City's four great families, Lin Beiyang had been a genius since childhood, while Yang Lingchen had always been a waste. If it weren't for Han Ruoxue, Lin Beiyang felt he would never have any interaction with a waste like Yang Lingchen. "Miss Han, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first." Yang Lingchen completely ignored Lin Beiyang and walked towards the exit of the Heavenly Martial Guild. Watching Yang Lingchen's departing back, Lin Beiyang's face instantly turned ashen. He had not expected Yang Lingchen, this waste, to dare to ignore him so completely. So Lin Beiyang directly followed him out. At this moment, he wanted Yang Lingchen to know the consequences of ignoring him. Han Ruoxue's face was equally cold. She also had not expected Yang Lingchen to show her such disrespect. She had originally hoped to use the Spirit Yuan Fruit to break through to the Profound Mystic Realm in one go, and then shine brightly during the Heavenly Origin Palace's new disciple recruitment. Seeing Lin Beiyang walk out with a gloomy expression, a smile appeared at the corner of Han Ruoxue's mouth, and she followed him out as well. Outside the Heavenly Martial Guild, Yang Lingchen was about to return to the Yang family when a sharp shout came from behind him. "Yang Lingchen, hand over that Spirit Yuan Fruit. For the sake of the Yang family, this young master won't make things difficult for you," Lin Beiyang said, looking at Yang Lingchen with cold eyes. "Lin Beiyang, you seem to have a serious mental illness. Did I provoke you?" Yang Lingchen said coldly. "Yang Lingchen, you're asking for death!" How could Lin Beiyang ever have been insulted like this? Just as he was about to make a move to teach Yang Lingchen a lesson, Han Ruoxue also walked over and said in a flat voice, "Yang Lingchen, if you give up the Spirit Yuan Fruit, how about I compensate you with double the price?" "A self-important woman. I, the dignified young master of the Yang family, do I look like someone who lacks money?" Yang Lingchen said with a cold gaze, glancing at Han Ruoxue. "Yang Lingchen, you...!" Han Ruoxue was left speechless by Yang Lingchen's retort. She had not expected Yang Lingchen to have changed so completely from before. The former Yang Lingchen was like a humble fawning dog in front of her, but now he completely disregarded her. This disparity filled her with immense anger. "You what? Why don't you return the Spirit Grace Sword in your hand to me? Since we've already broken off the engagement, how can you still shamelessly hold onto the sword I gave you? Your skin is so thick, does your father know?" Yang Lingchen sneered. Originally, out of consideration for their families being old acquaintances, Yang Lingchen didn't want to bother with this woman, but he hadn't expected her to repeatedly act arrogant in front of him. "Yang Lingchen, are you even a man? You want back something you've already given away?" Han Ruoxue said angrily. This Spirit Grace Sword was worth over a hundred thousand gold coins, and Han Ruoxue certainly didn't want to return it just like that.