Supreme Emptiness

Chapter 2177: Chapter 2221: Heart Sword

Liu Qingxian looked at the old geezer in front of her, feeling a bit uneasy too.

This guy isn’t going to make some excessive demand, is he?

But how rare is a Quasi-Immortal Technique?

And it was created specifically for the Ancestral Dao—across the Hundred Realms of All Heavens, there’s probably only this one.

If she missed it, there would be no chance ever again.

Gritting her teeth, she said, ”As long as your request doesn’t go against my will and is proper, I can agree. Otherwise I’d rather not have it!”

To sacrifice herself just for a Cultivation Technique—that’d be putting the cart before the horse, wouldn’t it?

She wasn’t that muddle-headed.

Jiang Fan stroked his beard and said, ”Relax, this old man won’t make any excessive demands. I just haven’t thought it through yet.”

”When I need it, I’ll ask you to fulfill your promise.”

Liu Qingxian’s crystal eyes lit up. ”Alright, deal struck!”

So Jiang Fan copied another copy right on the spot.

One for Liu Qingxian, one for Widow Wolf Sage.

At the same time, he harvested a promise, and a hundred Daqian Divine Coins.

Widow Wolf Sage held the Quasi-Immortal Technique, secretly feeling disgruntled!

Strictly speaking, the technique being worth a hundred Daqian Divine Coins wasn’t a loss, but why did it feel so stifling?

Why could Liu Qingxian get a Quasi-Immortal Technique just by opening her mouth, while he had to pay?

What sharpened his gaze even more was that Yu Yan was currently watching Jiang Fan with a curious gaze, obviously shocked by the depth he’d revealed by tossing out a Quasi-Immortal Technique just like that.

He refused to accept it—how could he possibly lose to someone in the Divinity Transformation Realm?

”My turn!” His voice was neither fast nor slow, yet impossible to ignore.

As someone once nominated on the Divine Capital Holy Scroll, who dared underestimate his foundation?

Widow Wolf Sage flicked his sleeve, and an ancient, damaged war boot appeared out of thin air.

It was pitch-black all over, with dried blood still clinging to it, and it exuded waves of Holy Power...

That’s right, Holy Power!

Jiang Fan’s gaze turned sharp.

What kind of boot was this? The dried blood had to be at least ten thousand years old, yet it still carried Holy Power!

If he could obtain it, the Execution Pen could be reactivated!

Besides, for the war boot the dried blood was merely an impurity.

The truly precious thing was the boot itself.

”You’re really willing to bring that out!” Jian Wuchou’s eyes blazed with intense radiance.

Threads of longing spread through his gaze.

Fuyun Sage narrowed her eyes, her body abruptly straightening. ”What a surprise—another treasure completely beyond expectations!”

First the Heaven Burial Saint Beast, now this mysterious war boot.

And the war boot shocked her even more than the Heaven Burial Saint Beast!

Because this boot was highly likely to be the Magical Treasure of a very extraordinary person!

The other Sages also cast strange looks over, clearly sensing just how extraordinary the war boot was.

Widow Wolf Sage swept his eyes around. ”This boot was once the war boot of the Daqian Monarch!”

With that single statement, the entire cave-dwelling fell into dead silence.

Even Jiang Fan’s pupils shrank to a needle’s width!

Who?

The Daqian Monarch?

Swish swish swish—

On a dozen Spirit Mountains, waves of turbulent, chaotic aura erupted one after another, making the cave-dwelling rumble nonstop.

The Daqian Monarch—what kind of existence was that?

The Human Martial God who had once ruled the eight directions and founded the Daqian Divine Kingdom!

The man who ruled heaven and earth in that brilliant, resplendent era!

Though his body was long gone, his towering figure still lived on in the bloodline memories of countless living beings.

And the boot before their eyes was actually his former war boot!

Setting aside the boot’s inherent traits, its value as a collectible alone made it a priceless treasure!

Fuyun Great Sage drew in a light breath. ”Widow Wolf, what are you planning to trade for?”

Only then did the Sages gradually calm down.

The relic of the Monarch of the Daqian Divine Kingdom—what kind of treasure could be worthy of an exchange?

Jiang Fan also suppressed his excitement.

Most likely Widow Wolf Sage, like Jian Wuchou, was mainly showing off his foundation and not truly willing to trade it away.

Sure enough, Widow Wolf Sage clasped his hands behind his back and said, ”I will trade it for only one thing!”

”And that is a divine bloodline!”

With those words, the cave-dwelling fell silent once more.

Then faint sighs drifted from several Spirit Mountains.

As expected, what Widow Wolf Sage sought was anything but simple!

Jiang Fan also nodded slightly.

Widow Wolf Sage had been kicked off the Divine Capital Holy Scroll by the Asura Saint Son, so of course he wanted to fight his way back on.

And the legendary divine bloodline was said to possess the power to defy heaven and rewrite fate.

Fuyun Great Sage smoothed the ripples in her heart. ”Put it away. This already exceeds the scope of our exchange meet.”

A divine bloodline—who could possibly have such a thing?

Widow Wolf Sage wasn’t surprised. He’d brought it out today only to send a signal.

Someone would come looking for him in the future.

Yu Mian muttered, ”That guy is doing it on purpose to show off. May he get robbed the moment he steps outside!”

Jiang Fan shook his head. ”Since he dares to bring it out, he naturally has the ability to fear no expert trying to seize it.”

Last time the two had crossed hands, it was obvious neither had used their trump cards.

Widow Wolf Sage dared to enter the Poisonous World, so he must have extremely powerful means!

Trying to snatch that boot wouldn’t be easy.

”My turn!” A mysterious Sage took out a transparent sword, as if it were condensed from clear liquid.

As soon as it appeared, Liu Qingxian’s eyes shone, a flicker of excitement spreading through them.

Jian Qingmei also revealed a gratified look. ”So the information was right—this Heart Sword really is going up for trade at this meet.”

”If little sister Qingxian can obtain it and refine it successfully, then the Sword Saint’s Sword Dao inheritance will surely fall into place.”

”Big brother, you must make a move to secure it.”

Jian Wuchou cast Liu Qingxian a sidelong glance and snorted. ”Doesn’t she trust that old geezer quite a lot?”

”Let him buy it then!”

Jian Qingmei felt utterly helpless.

The Heart Sword was a Quasi-Realm Artifact, and not just any—it was a Top-level Quasi-Realm Artifact famed as the Heart of Ten Thousand Swords.

Its price was astronomically high, hard to even estimate.

Even for Jian Wuchou it would be extremely strenuous to purchase, let alone someone in the Divinity Transformation Realm.

After that brief excitement, Liu Qingxian’s gaze dimmed again.

She couldn’t even scrape together a hundred Daqian Divine Coins—what qualifications did she have to buy the Heart Sword?

She lowered her head and stopped watching, so as not to set herself up for disappointment.

”How are you selling it?” Yet just as she gave up, the old man at her side raised his voice.

Liu Qingxian was startled. ”Sir, you...”

Jiang Fan only smiled without speaking, quietly looking at that mysterious Sage.

The latter, seeing that it was Jiang Fan—the one who had brought out a Quasi-Immortal Technique—didn’t dare underestimate him and instead said:

”I want an Eighth Grade Heavenly Pill!”

”Other than that, I will not trade!”

Hearing this, Yu Mian clicked her tongue. ”You might as well ask for a Saint’s Opportunity!”

”An Eighth Grade Heavenly Pill—that’s an Unrivaled Great Pill only Saints would use; the amount in existence can be counted on one hand.”

”A single intact one could easily be traded for three good Quasi-Realm Artifacts!”

The Sages’ reactions to the Heart Sword were lukewarm, and once the demand for an Eighth Grade Heavenly Pill was announced, no one stepped forward to trade.

Some Spirit Mountains even sounded with mocking laughter.

Clearly they thought trading the Heart Sword for an Eighth Grade Heavenly Pill was sheer delusion.

The mysterious Sage figured he wouldn’t be able to bluff his way through, so he gave himself an easy out. ”Fine, it doesn’t have to be intact, as long as it still has fifty percent of its medicinal power.”

However, everyone remained indifferent, with no intention of trading.

The mysterious Great Sage waited a moment, then sighed lightly. ”Since no one wants it, then I will...”

”Hold on!”

”An Eighth Grade Heavenly Pill—I have one.”