Chapter 169, Huangfu Clan and Mo Wentian

Translator: Tamon

Translation Checker: Silavin

 

Chen Changan smiled, and his hand shone.

 

Bai Yue widened, “The Nine Province Cauldron!”

 

The moment Chen Changan took it out, his eyes flashed, sensing the Dao within the cauldron was reacting.

 

It planned on leaving his control and accepting Bai Yue on the spot.

 

[Yep, Nine Province Cauldron was made for Upper Realm recultivating geniuses, alright.]

 

As this was the Absolute Domain, he had no trouble quelling this thing’s ambition. Dao could approve whomever it wanted, but it had to go through him first.

 

“Bai Yue, you want to join the contest, but it will be up to you alone if you can take the Nine Province Cauldron.”

 

“Senior, I’ll give my very best.” Bai Yue declared.

 

Chen Changan did not call her over for this, having something more important in mind. “As you come from an Immortal Domain, how much do you know about Immortal Stones?”

 

Bai Yue paused in thought. “Senior, Immortals need a deep understanding of Dao but also an endless supply of Immortal Energy. The Immortal Stones are its source, easily absorbed and use to quickly advance one’s cultivation. At the same time, they’re a great way to recover the spent Immortal Energy.

 

“Why does Senior ask?”

 

“So they’re valuable in the Immortal Domains?”

 

“Yes, Senior. Across the endless Immortal Domains, Immortal Stones can only come from the rare Immortal Mines under the control of various large Immortal Clans. Not just anyone has access to them for cultivation.”

 

“Any concrete number?”

 

“An Immortal Mine produces around a hundred Immortal Stones on average per year. Immortal Stones are also graded: Low, Mid, High, and Top.”

 

“Right, I’m curious as to the output of each grade of Immortal Stones from a mine.”

 

“Senior, I do not know that.”

 

Chen Changan squinted. “Let me ask you something else. How many Immortal Mines does Black Tortoise Immortal Domain have?”

 

Bai Yue felt awkward. [Senior asks some tricky questions.]

 

Immortal Mines represented an Immortal Clan or Force’s top secret.

 

“Senior, I don’t have concrete details of other Clans, but my Huangfu Clan has ten.”

 

Chen Changan’s eyes shone. Ten mines meant a thousand Immortal Stones per year.

 

A Low Grade Immortal Stone gave him 5000 Domain Points.

 

The lowest estimate would mean he’d get five million Domain Points from all those Immortal Stones.

 

[Tch, and that’s only the Huangfu Clan’s yearly income.]

 

By getting his hand on not just the Huangfu Clan’s mines but all the Immortal Domain’s, Absolute Domain would cover the whole Nine Province Continent.

 

Chen Changan stared hard at the girl, making Bai Yue uncomfortable.

 

She felt he was seeing right through her. [What is Senior after?]

 

Chen Changan walked to her, catching her otherworldly scent. “Bai Yue, care to make a deal with me?”

 

Bai Yue blinked. “Deal?”

 

“Yes.”

 

…

 

With the crisis from last night over, Dragonised City’s peace was restored.

 

The Azure Dragon Gang was a negligible group in the city.

 

On this day, at their base, a Van Dyke-bearded man walked out while dragging a youth in rags.

 

“Mo Wentian, the next time you make a scene with the Azure Dragon Gang, you’ll be sorry!” The big man who said this was the third leader of the gang, at the 8th Layer of the Qi Refining Stage.

 

He threw Mo Wentian on the street and kicked him hard a couple of times to drive his point across.

 

The passerby commented, “Isn’t that Dragonised City’s loser, Mo Wentian?”

 

“I’m amazed this beggar did not die in the Malignant Spirit onslaught last night.”

 

“Ha-ha, I heard the kid had gone to all the gangs in the city, but no one wants him.”

 

“Can you blame them? Mo Wentian has no talent; he has been stuck at the 1st Layer of the Qi Refining Stage for years. Not even the Azure Dragon Gang would take in such a loser.”

 

“…”

 

Mo Wentian was fifteen and at the very start of cultivation. He clutched a wooden sword in his left hand, had wild hair, and a pair of demonic red eyes. Right now, his nose was bleeding, looking worse for wear. He struggled to even get back on his feet, the shaky movements giving the impression he might fall back down again.

 

Mo Wentian showed no fear of the third boss.

 

He spat on the ground, not giving a dam what others were saying. He pointed the sword at the third boss, smiling with a battered face.

 

He screamed, “It would’ve been Azure Dragon’s eternal glory to have someone such as me, but you refused me, you blind piece of crap. Enough time can turn anything into gold! You refused me today, but I will shun you tomorrow!”

 

The third boss barked, “Damn punk, it would seem you need a harsher lesson!”

 

He grabbed at Mo Wentian, ready to set him straighter.

 

Mo Wentian huffed and dodged his attempt.

 

With the distance between them, it was not hard for him to slip through the crowd and vanish.

 

The third boss snorted and cursed. “Blasted bastard! I’ll kill you the next time!”

 

He was about to get back inside when he heard Mo Wentian’s voice.

 

“Third boss, have a taste of my sixteen-year-long researched skill, Thousand Year Decimation!”

 

The third boss sensed danger—too little, too late.