With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World Chapter 118 - 117: Cloud Miao Love

After arriving here, Ouyang Yun changed his na to Li Yun.

He could also guess that he had a past, but since he had sealed his mories, Ouyang Yun wouldn’t open them out of curiosity, only to painfully seal them again, repeating the cycle.

Li Cai was a young girl he adopted thirty years ago.

It was fate; that day, Ouyang Yun was collecting herbs in the mountains and unexpectedly found an abandoned baby girl.

That day, Li Cai was in a small wooden tub, crying loudly in the stream of a mountain valley.

Ouyang Yun felt pity and saved her, not expecting Li Cai to have Three Spirit Roots—specifically the Fire, Wood, and Gold Three Spirit Roots.

With such fate, Ouyang Yun simply took her in as a disciple.

At that mont, a colorful cloud drifted across the sky, so Ouyang Yun nad her Li Cai.

anwhile, Ouyang Yun also hoped that Li Cai would have a vibrant life.

When Li Cai grew older, Ouyang Yun unexpectedly discovered that she also had a talent for Alchemy.

This was indeed quite a destiny.

However, one thing was that Li Cai always lived under Ouyang Yun’s protection. Despite having decent talent, she was always sowhat lazy.

In particular, she loved reading storybooks late at night, smiling and squirming like a worm.

Now Li Cai was thirty years old but still behaved like a child in front of Ouyang Yun, with cultivation only at the Third-Layer Qi Refining. For soone with Three Spirit Roots and no worries about resources, this was a rather slow pace.

However, her gift in Alchemy was quite pronounced, and she could now refine many First-grade Pills.

"Yes...yes,"

Li Cai’s face was filled with sorrow as she reluctantly handed the items to Ouyang Yun.

Ouyang Yun shook his head and waved his hand for Li Cai to go cultivate.

Ouyang Yun casually tossed the storage bag aside and vanished from the spot.

......

In front of a grand, resplendent gate of the Cyan Mountain Market, a black-robed figure appeared as if flickering.

The figure, tall and imposing, wore a white mask without any decoration, revealing only a pair of eyes. But looking into those eyes, one could sense the abyss-like vastness.

A Late-Stage Foundation Establishnt Great Cultivator!

The re natural release of his overwhelming aura made the legs of the young attendant at the door go weak.

"S-sir."

The gate opened, and a middle-aged man in white, smiling, ca forward to welco him.

"Master Ghost Pill, please co in."

"Hmm."

The black-robed, white-masked figure acknowledged softly and walked inside.

Once that figure stepped through the gate, the Qi Refining Dream cultivators there finally took deep breaths, like fish gasping for air.

This was the largest underground market in Cyan Mountain Market.

Every day, countless treasures were sold, valued only by worth, regardless of origin.

And today, there was a grand auction happening here.

"Master Ghost Pill, is there anything specific you need this ti?"

The middle-aged man in white smiled placatingly.

He had just broken through to Early-Stage Foundation Establishnt, and for typical Foundation Establishnt cultivators, each level from early, mid to late-stage required centuries to accumulate cultivation.

And Foundation Establishnt cultivators had a lifespan of only two hundred forty years. Most of them couldn’t break through to Golden Core even if they had a Core Formation Spiritual Object.

"Items from the Golden Bull Mountain relics."

"Senior, please follow ."

These items were up for auction, but in reality, they were the leftovers.

Late-stage Foundation Establishnt cultivators were the most elite beneath the Golden Core. Cyan Mountain Market didn’t have any Golden Core cultivators behind it; it was just a small market. If these people wanted sothing, unless it was coveted by many simultaneously, it was rely a matter of financial competition; otherwise, it was rely a word.

The good things in the Golden Bull Mountain relics were picked clean, leaving so unique items to be auctioned, hoping for so fortuitous opportunities.

"That’s right, it’s this one. How many spirit stones?"

"Do you still require spirit stones for these? We’ll naturally give them to you."

This Ghost Pill identity was naturally Ouyang Yun’s guise.

Ouyang Yun looked at a sowhat fragnted Record Jade in his hand.

The Secret Technique of Three Pure Yang Qi was recorded on it.

However, this thod required the Pure Yang Body, which was extrely rare and required early intervention by others to preserve, making it an obscure constitution.

Nobody cared about this thod.

Ouyang Yun casually tossed out two bottles of pills.

"You’re holding an auction; these are for you."

The middle-aged man in white’s face lit up with joy. They were two extrely rare Fifth-grade Pills, which for so were even more valuable than certain Sixth-grade Pills.

"Thank you, Master Ghost Pill."

"Master Ghost Pill, there’s one more thing. Downstream of Qingqiu River, there’s an alchemical genius who has been consistently challenging our market pharmacists, none of whom are his match. Would you be able to intervene?"

"Hmm?"

"The person is nad Xiang Shanzhou, a third-generation disciple of Cloud Cauldron Pavilion, a grand-disciple of Master Yunding, and a disciple of Master Danxin."

"..."

"Senior?"

Ouyang Yun froze, a sharp pain piercing his mind.

But with the ditation Technique suppressing it, the pain vanished instantly.

"Do you want to bully a junior?"

Ouyang Yun’s aura surged like the sea over to the middle-aged man in white.

Sweat appeared on the middle-aged man’s forehead.

"I-I wouldn’t dare."

"Hmph."

Ouyang Yun flicked his sleeve and left.

"Honestly, that Alchemist Xiang is mad, choosing small markets to challenge instead of major sects."

"The problem is that none of the alchemists, despite having spent so many spirit stones, are his match."

The middle-aged man in white muttered as he left.

............

"Cloud Miao Love?" Ouyang Yun half-reclined in a bamboo chair, casually opening the storage bag beside him.

And out fell at least a million words worth of physical books.

As Ouyang Yun flipped through them, he felt an inexplicable familiarity.

"The story of the alchemical genius Ouyun and the fallen lady of nobility Sha Miao a hundred years ago..."

Ouyang Yun paused, sharp pains stabbing through his mind, as a mark on his forehead instantly suppressed them.

Ouyang Yun rubbed his forehead, paid it no mind, and continued reading.

The story unfolded dramatically, characters vividly portrayed, and the author was quite adept at stirring emotions.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Yun found himself oddly drawn in.

"No wonder Li Cai kept thinking about it."

"This won’t do. Since Ouyang Yun has such an outstanding disciple, I must have one too!"

[You felt a slight looseness in your mories, but with the continuous effect of the Forget Dust Spell, you forget these anomalies.]

[You sense your lifespan dwindling, and begin the alchemical process to create Life-extending Pills while urging Li Cai onwards.]

.........

[In the year 8153 of the Daqi Calendar, at two hundred sixty years old, your lifespan is coming to an end.]

[You cease cultivation, spending your final days traveling the world.]

[One day, you inadvertently stumble upon an old Record Jade...]