Chapter 1459 He, in the Heavenly Spirit Room

Ye Chunyang sneered and looked at Yue Lin expressionlessly.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Yue Lin's eyes flashed with disdain. He was just a Taoist foundation cultivator, how could he withstand the pressure of Huayu Sect?

If this place was not Xiuxian City and he was not in Lingxian Mansion, he would have been cautious and would have robbed it in front of him.

"Daoyou, I am not oppressing you. As long as you hand over the Lingsu Flower, we will not only reward you generously, but you can also become a friend of Huayu Sect in the future. This is a happy thing for everyone, why don't you do it?"

Thinking that Ye Chunyang had been shaken, Yue Lin immediately used both soft and hard tactics.

Although Huayu Sect is not as influential as Kunlun Ruins and Taiyi Sect, any smart person knows how to choose.

However, unexpectedly, Ye Chunyang laughed after hearing it.

"Your Excellency is right. This does look good."

Ye Chunyang took a step forward and said, "To be honest, it is not impossible to give the Lingsu Flower to you two. I did have this intention just now because of Miss Murong's sincere attitude, but now I have changed my mind."

"What did you say?"

This time, not only Murong Zhu'er was stunned, but Yue Lin was also stunned there.

"Goodbye."

Ye Chunyang didn't say much and walked out directly.

During this period of time, he consumed a lot of spiritual stones in the Sky Spirit Room. He originally planned to leave Black Rock City, but it seemed that King Nanxuan was at the critical moment of recovering his vitality. Ye Chunyang had no choice but to sell some spiritual herbs in exchange for spiritual stones.

Watching Ye Chunyang's back disappear, the two were dumbfounded.

"What an arrogant boy, how dare you tease me like this!" Yue Lin's murderous intent was surging in his heart.

He didn't know whether Ye Chunyang really intended to hand over the Lingsu Flower just now, but thinking that he was a dignified spiritual cultivator, he was despised by him, how could he not be angry?

"Uncle Yue, can't you see his character clearly? The stronger you are, the more he will rebound. And now in Xiuxian City, we can't do anything to him." Murong Zhu'er frowned.

"Why, Zhu'er are you blaming me?" Yue Lin's face darkened.

"Uncle Yue's approach is not wrong." Murong Zhu'er shook her head, looking at the door with some complexity, and said: "It's just that I didn't expect that Ye Chunyang would be so rock-hard. However, he remained indifferent after Uncle took out the sect to suppress him. This is not the confidence that an ordinary Kunlun Ruins disciple can have."

She knew that with Yue Lin's perfect cultivation in the Hualing Realm, it was naturally impossible for him to bow to a Daoji Realm cultivator, otherwise the entire Xiuxian world would sneer at him.

But Ye Chunyang's performance was too calm.

Although the Huayu Sect was not as powerful as Kunlun Ruins, it was enough to be on par with the Taiyi Sect, and the other party seemed to have no fear of this.

Hearing this, Yue Lin's face also changed slightly.

Although he didn't take Ye Chunyang seriously, he was not an ordinary person if he could achieve perfection in the Hualing Realm. Now that he thought about it carefully, Ye Chunyang was indeed strange inside and out.

That kind of indifference to everything was definitely not what an ordinary person could have.

"Hmph, no matter what, he will pay the price for daring to despise Huayu Sect." Yue Lin said coldly.

He didn't believe that Ye Chunyang really had the confidence to fight against a sect. No matter how mysterious he was, he was just a Taoist cultivator.

Murong Zhu'er's eyes flickered. After a moment of silence, she sighed slightly and said, "Let's not talk about other things. Now that we know he is still in the city, we still have hope."

As she said that, she walked in front of the woman in red.

Yue Lin frowned slightly and walked towards her.

"Madam Hong, may I ask which spiritual room did the Taoist friend Ye stay in just now?" Murong Zhu'er asked.

Although Ye Chunyang didn't give in, as long as she got the other party's information, she believed that there would be a way to convince him.

"You two want to inquire about Mr. Ye's information?"

The red-clothed woman was surprised.

She had seen the two talking with Ye Chunyang just now, and was wondering how they knew each other. Unexpectedly, Murong Zhu'er came to ask her about Ye Chunyang.

"Yes, it shouldn't be against the rules for the junior to ask about Fellow Daoist Ye?" said Murong Zhu'er.

"That's not the case. There is no rule that customers in Lingxian Mansion cannot inquire about each other. There are only clear levels."

Madam Hong looked at Murong Zhu'er with a strange look and asked again: "But do you really want to know Mr. Ye's spiritual room?"

"Yes, please tell me, Madam." Murong Zhu'er said seriously.

Madam Hong's expression faded a few points, and said: "He lives in a heaven-level spiritual room."

"How is this possible?"

...

In the next two days, Ye Chunyang earned a sum of spiritual stones by selling spiritual herbs, which was enough for King Nanxuan to squander in the heaven-level spiritual room.

However, in order to attract attention, Ye Chunyang did not choose only one store when selling spiritual herbs, but traded in several medicine shops, and the spiritual herbs he sold were at most a hundred years old.

After all, although a hundred-year-old spiritual herbs are precious, they are still common. Although those medicine shopkeepers are curious, they do not doubt anything.

Although he lives in the heavenly spiritual room of Lingxian Mansion, not many people have really seen him, so no one pays attention to him when he goes to Lingxian Mansion.

While he is spending his days peacefully, Liu Huayuan is very confused.

"My Netherworld Talisman and Dust-Transforming Pearl are both from the Netherworld Evil Clan. As long as the Dust-Transforming Pearl appears in the world, this talisman can immediately sense its location."

"I clearly felt that the Dust-Transforming Pearl was in Lingxian Mansion these days, but why can't I lock its breath?

In his own spiritual room, Liu Huayuan looked at the Netherworld Talisman that was looming in his hand, his expression uncertain.

Through the induction of the Netherworld Talisman, he could be sure that the Dust-Transforming Orb was in the Spiritual Immortal Mansion, and that someone had been using it to practice during this period. However, no matter how he tracked it, there seemed to be some mysterious force between the two, which made it impossible for him to lock it.

What puzzled him even more was that the Dust-Transforming Orb suddenly calmed down in the past two days, without any fluctuations at all.

"Did that person leave the Spiritual Immortal Mansion?"

Liu Huayuan frowned deeply.

...

"I didn't expect that this old demon would consume spiritual stones so quickly when practicing. The 500,000 spiritual stones that were just added yesterday were consumed in a blink of an eye."

Another day passed, and Ye Chunyang looked at the gradually weakening spiritual formation in the Heaven-level Spiritual Chamber, with a helpless look on his face.

During this period, he had obtained at least two million spiritual stones, but the absorption of spiritual energy by the Southern Xuan King was too terrifying, almost like a whale swallowing water, and it was quickly consumed.

"It seems that I have to get some more spiritual stones for this old demon."

Ye Chunyang shook his head. It was because he had countless high-level spiritual herbs. If it were someone else, with the speed at which the Southern Xuan King consumed spiritual stones, he would probably just stare blankly.

He left the Lingxian Mansion again and went to the herbal medicine shop in the city.

He had been to most of the herbal medicine shops in Black Rock City, so he just picked one at random this time.

However, just before he walked to a shop, his footsteps paused slightly, looking at the plaque in front of him, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After pausing for a moment, Ye Chunyang walked towards the herbal medicine shop.

This herbal medicine shop was the one that exchanged two three-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs for one million spiritual stones before the auction that day.

After walking in, Ye Chunyang saw the shopkeeper Lin Mo bowing his head to count the accounts.

"Huh? Daoist friend, are you here, but do you have any spiritual herbs to sell?"

Lin Mo looked up and saw Ye Chunyang, his pupils shrank slightly, and then he greeted him warmly.

"Yes, I plan to make another deal with Shopkeeper Lin." Ye Chunyang said as usual.

This herbal medicine shop is also somewhat famous in Black Rock City. After asking around, Ye Chunyang knew that the middle-aged man was named Lin Mo.

"What kind of herbs are you going to sell this time?" Lin Mo's eyes lit up and he laughed.

"I will leave Black Rock City soon. I want to prepare more spiritual stones before leaving, so I plan to do a big business with Shopkeeper Lin." Ye Chunyang waved his hand calmly, and a jade box appeared in front of Lin Mo.

"What is this?" Lin Mo looked suspicious.

"The spiritual herbs in it are already five hundred years old. Shopkeeper Lin can test it." Ye Chunyang said.

"Five hundred years!"

Lin Mo's body was shocked.

He suppressed the shock in his heart and opened the box. Suddenly, a strong medicinal fragrance filled the entire medicine shop.

"It is indeed a five hundred year old spiritual herb!" Lin Mo's pupils shrank suddenly. He has been running a herb shop for the forces behind him for so many years. He has only seen spiritual herbs of this age twice, and this is the third time.

"What price do you plan to ask for this spiritual herb?" Lin Mo asked solemnly.

"Not much, about two million will do." Ye Chunyang said lightly while drinking tea.

"Two million?" Lin Mo smiled and shook his head, "This price is too little. I'll give you three million spirit stones. What do you think?"

"Oh?"

Ye Chunyang did not show any surprise, but looked at him with a half-smile.

Lin Mo seemed not to notice, and said: "I can give you three million spirit stones, but you need to agree to the next condition. What do you think?"

As if afraid that Ye Chunyang would misunderstand, Lin Mo said quickly: "Don't worry, I have no ill intentions, and the conditions I proposed are definitely within your acceptable range. Of course, even if you don't agree, the deal will still be done, and you will get three million spirit stones without a drop in the bucket."

"Is there such a good thing in the world?" Ye Chunyang sneered in his heart, but pretended to be surprised on the surface.

"Of course, there is no such thing as a pie in the sky. Any benefit is obtained by your own strength. You can take out hundreds of years of spirit herbs, which is also a kind of strength, enough to be valued." Lin Mo said: "What do you think?"

Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Senior Lin, help!"

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, carrying a woman on her back, knelt in front of Lin Mo with an anxious look.

The girl was originally pretty, but now she looked haggard, and the woman on her back was pale, with black lips and dying.

"Liu Sisi, you again?"

"Lin said that your mother is already terminally ill and cannot be cured. Even if I give you more spiritual medicine, it will be in vain. What's more, you have spent all your spiritual stones on my store to treat your mother in the past few days, and you also bought a lot of spiritual medicine on credit from my store. Considering your filial piety, I will not pursue it, but you don't have to come again from now on. This store will not give you any spiritual medicine."

Lin Mo looked at the girl and his face turned cold.