"Hmm, a typical Martial Artist with a Low-Tier Martial Soul would have no use for Primordial Spirit Liquid. But your Qi Sea is so large, cultivating with it would actually be a good choice."
You Yun replied nonchalantly, seemingly having lost interest.
Although Chu Qingyun still had many questions, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
They traveled the rest of the way in silence.
When they reached Qingshan City, the gates were already sealed shut. You Yun grabbed Chu Qingyun's shoulder, leaped lightly onto the city wall, and slipped past the guards to bring him inside.
To an expert at the Martial Spirit Level, a city with such defenses was as good as unguarded.
Before they parted ways, You Yun suddenly called out to Chu Qingyun. She seed hesitant, stamring a bit as she asked, "That... Chu Qingyun, how did you et Ning Xue? And what happened between you two?"
Chu Qingyun was speechless.
'Sure enough, every woman has a fiercely burning Gossip Soul. You Yun might be powerful, but she's still a woman...'
The inn where he had been staying was already pitch-black; everyone had gone to bed for the night.
Chu Qingyun expertly climbed in through the window. He had done this countless tis before.
Once inside, Chu Qingyun first checked the room. Only after confirming no one had entered did he lie down on the bed.
He was exhausted, but his mind was buzzing with excitent.
So much had happened in one day. He had learned more than he could have ever imagined and had even... ford a connection with a goddess-like beauty.
Chu Qingyun only drifted into a groggy sleep as the roosters in the inn's courtyard began to crow.
He slept soundly and didn't wake until the sun was high in the sky, close to noon.
After waking up, Chu Qingyun began to take stock of his gains.
First, he checked on his Martial Soul.
Of the thirty Martial Souls he had obtained in the Martial King's Tomb, he hadn't even finished devouring the first one yet; its progress was only at forty percent.
Strangely, however, an option had already appeared, allowing him to choose between keeping the Martial Soul or using its power to strengthen other Martial Souls.
After a mont of thought, Chu Qingyun understood. This choice had to be related to Qian Sanpang.
After that guy died, he had actually turned into Martial Soul Power that the Devouring Martial Soul could use directly!
'Could it be that he was a Martial Soul all along?'
Chu Qingyun couldn't figure it out. Two people knew the truth: Ning Xue was gone, and You Yun clearly had no desire to discuss the Martial Soul Hall.
In the end, Chu Qingyun chose to use the Martial Soul's power to strengthen his Devouring Martial Soul.
After absorbing that power, the strengthening progress of his Devouring Martial Soul reached twenty-six percent, an effect no different from absorbing an ordinary Tier Two Martial Soul.
The other items were one thing, but the sheer number of Primordial Stones was another. Chu Qingyun couldn't be bothered to count them one by one, so he just made a rough estimate in his inn room.
Even so, he was still counting past five in the afternoon before he finally had a rough estimate of the quantity.
There were about 120,000 Top-Grade Primordial Stones and over a million Upper-Grade Primordial Stones—roughly 1.3 million of them.
'This ti, I've really hit the jackpot!'
'As expected of a Martial King Level expert! Just a fraction of the fortune he left behind is this astonishing!'
'No wonder they say a single leg hair from an expert is thicker than a weakling's waist...'
Of course, the Primordial Stones were probably the least valuable of all the things Chu Qingyun had acquired on this trip.
The Storage Ring, the map Fragnt, and the Thunder Sword Manual were all likely priceless treasures whose value couldn't possibly be asured in Primordial Stones.
Even the forty-six drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid—though Chu Qingyun didn't know their exact worth—were, by his estimation, far more valuable than all those Primordial Stones.
After all, Primordial Stones were just items frequently used by Martial Artists. Even ordinary people used Lower-Grade and Middle-Grade Primordial Stones as currency.
Once one's power reached a certain level, Primordial Stones beca useless, no matter how many one had.
'Before I left, I was so poor I didn't have a single Lower-Grade Primordial Stone to my na. I couldn't even afford a decent inn. Now, I co back a day later with this many... tsk, tsk...'
After he finished counting the Primordial Stones, Chu Qingyun felt a wave of dizziness, and his stomach rumbled with intense hunger.
It made sense. He hadn't eaten anything for nearly two days, not since breakfast the previous morning, and he had been through one intense battle after another. It would be strange if he *wasn't* hungry.
He had been too excited while counting his fortune to notice his hunger, but the mont he finished, it hit him full force.
Now that money was no object, Chu Qingyun left the inn and headed for the Cyan Mountain Tower, planning to treat himself to a fine al.
The Cyan Mountain Tower was the largest and most luxurious restaurant in Qingshan City. Its patrons were exclusively the rich and powerful, or high-level Martial Artists.
Previously, even when Chu Qingyun had been at his wealthiest, he had never dared to splurge on a al here.
But now that he had co into a windfall, he decided to treat himself.
It was nearly evening, the peak dinner rush. The Cyan Mountain Tower was bustling with activity. Several young, beautiful waitresses in dresses with slits that reached nearly to their hips greeted guests with radiant smiles.
"Right this way, sir."
The waitress at the door didn't look down on Chu Qingyun for his simple attire, welcoming him inside with a smile.
However, just after they entered, a shifty-eyed man who looked like a low-level manager blocked their path.
"Listen here, Xiaoyun, you need to understand sothing. This is the Cyan Mountain Tower, not so back-alley dive. As a hostess here, you need to have better judgnt. There are so people you should just throw out. What are you going to do if you let this riff-raff in and they disturb our distinguished guests?"
As the shifty-eyed man spoke, he leered at the waitress Xiaoyun's thighs, practically drooling.
Though all his words were directed at Xiaoyun, his aning was clear: he looked down on Chu Qingyun and thought he didn't belong here.
"Are you done?" Chu Qingyun glanced at him and said flatly. "If so, get out of the way. I'm hungry."
After becoming a Martial Artist, the gap between him and ordinary people had grown ever wider, and his mindset had begun to shift as well.
If this had happened before his recent breakthrough, Chu Qingyun might have taught the man a lesson he wouldn't forget.
But now, Chu Qingyun simply ignored him. He just wanted the man to get lost so he could eat.
After all, does a lion go out of its way to deal with an ant that provokes it? At most, it might crush it underfoot without a second thought.
"Heh, kid, you're really pushing it! Get lost! Take a good look at yourself. Is the Cyan Mountain Tower so place *you* can just walk into!?"
The hall erupted in laughter, and Xiaoyun lowered her head, her face flushing with humiliation.
This ti, Chu Qingyun's brows furrowed.
An aura belonging to a Martial Artist began to radiate from him.
The entire hall quickly fell silent. Many of the patrons lowered their heads, pretending they hadn't been laughing just a mont ago, pretending they hadn't seen a thing.
As for the shifty-eyed man, he stood frozen before Chu Qingyun, his legs trembling, completely at a loss.
Only Xiaoyun, standing behind Chu Qingyun, had a look of pure adoration on her face.
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