Chapter 252. Purchasing Sun Treasure Crystal (Spiritual Object)

It wasn't until the seventh contender stepped onto the stage that someone finally began offering the Violet Qi Cloud-Patterned Pills for sale.

Qingci Sanren suppressed his heartache and spent 110,000 spirit stones to purchase a single Purple Qi Cloud Vein Pill (Elixir).

In truth, a single Violet Mist Cloud-Patterned Pill(Pills) alone wasn't enough to guarantee success. However, independent cultivators faced immense hardships in their practice—most Foundation Establishment realm(Realm) wanderers didn't even possess a single tier-3 spiritual vein(Spiritual Vein).

Qingci Sanren had obtained the legacy of a Sword Cultivation elder, while his wife was a third-rank Talisman Master. They had also secured the third-grade spirit vein, Peach Blossom Mountain, making them among the more successful rogue cultivators.

Yet even so, parting with these 110,000 spirit stones had dealt a devastating blow to the couple, leaving them to cultivate under strained circumstances in the days to come.

Having obtained the Violet Mist Cloud-Vein Pill, the Clear Verse Sage revealed a look of delight, and Eldrin offered his congratulations as well.

After another moment, someone finally brought out a Sun Treasure Crystal (Spiritual Object) for trade.

He was a man at the Purple Palace, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm), who produced a superior-grade, third-tier Sun Treasure Crystal (Spiritual Object).

"Esteemed colleagues, I wish to exchange this Sun Treasure Crystal (Spiritual Object) for a single high-grade, third-tier magic treasure."

"Are you willing to offer it in exchange?"

The man had started with an exorbitant demand from the very beginning. Although this third-grade Sun Treasure Crystal (Spiritual Object) was of superior quality, its true value hovered around 80,000 spirit stones.

He started the bidding with a high-grade, third-tier magic treasure—clearly an attempt to haggle sky-high.

Someone immediately shook their head and said, "Although Sun Treasure Crystals (Spiritual Object) are rare, they are by no means absolutely essential."

“The only reason they want to trade it for a third-tier, superior-grade magic treasure is its rarity, but I doubt any fool would take such a deal.”

Seeing that no 1 offered a third-grade superior magical treasure, Eldrin produced the Cyan Blood Demon Sword and said, "Considering the rarity of Sun Treasure Crystal, how about I offer a third-grade medium-grade flying sword in exchange?"

Third-tier Flying Sword.

His eyes flickered slightly. A mid-grade Tier 3 magic treasure was generally worth between 80,000 and 100,000 spirit stones, but flying swords commanded an even higher price.

A third-grade, medium-tier flying sword could be used for both offense and defense, and was also suitable for sword flight. For a cultivator at the Purple Palace, Late Stage, it could be considered a fine treasure.

Although he was a Purple Palace, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm) cultivator, he did not possess a single mid-grade, third-tier flying sword.

At this thought, his interest was piqued, and he began to negotiate: "If you add another 50,000 spirit stones, I'll agree to this deal."

"Your price is too high, sir."

Eldrin furrowed his brows, revealing a trace of impatience. "Though I require a Sun Treasure Crystal, this item is not without substitutes."

"Moreover, among the over 2 100 cultivators present, I doubt you're the only 1 possessing this item."

He made his final offer, saying, "How about this—I'll add another 20,000 spirit stones. If you're willing, we have a deal."

"Alright, alright, let's settle on this price."

The man promptly agreed to the transaction, trading a Sun Treasure Crystal (Spiritual Object) worth 80,000 spirit stones for a mid-grade third-tier flying sword and 20,000 spirit stones.

The price had already exceeded the original value by over 40 percent. Not every cultivator was willing to part with treasures of such high worth. The other cultivators in need of Sun Treasure Crystal (Spiritual Object) hesitated briefly before ultimately abandoning their intentions to bid.

Having acquired the Sun Treasure Crystal (Spiritual Object), Eldrin (Person Name) felt thoroughly satisfied. During the subsequent exchange assembly, he spent several third-grade heaven-and-earth treasures to trade for 5 Soul-Nourishing Blooms, intending to use them to refine Mind-Cultivating Pills.

He did not continue exchanging for the remaining treasures, as he had brought only a few artifacts on this trip and had no urgently needed treasures for the time being.

At that very moment, the 3 individuals—Qingci Sanren and the others—quietly began transmitting voice messages to 1 another.

The Ethereal Beauty Fairy looked at Yu Qingyan and said impassively, "Is this Chongyang (Person Name) trustworthy?"

"This person crossed Ghost-Wind Ridge with me, so we share the bond of having endured hardship together." Yu Qingyan spoke calmly, then added with practiced nonchalance: "He also has neither kin nor ties in the Yuan Kingdom, making him the most suitable candidate."

"However, that ruin holds significant importance. Should they become interested, complications may arise."

Fairy Qingyan still harbored some concern, her mind wavering with hesitation.

Yun Qingyan shook her head and continued, "Over the past few years, we’ve made repeated attempts. With our current strength, seizing that ruin is nearly impossible."

"Even if Brother Qingci breaks through to the Purple Palace, Late Stage, are you confident about securing that ancient ruins?"

The Clear Verse Wanderer shook his head and sighed, "Those fiends within the ancient ruins possess extraordinary power. Even if I were to break through to the Purple Palace, Late Stage, I would still lack the confidence to eradicate them completely."

Hearing this, Yu Qingyan added, "I have witnessed Brother Wei in action before. His strength is likely no weaker than the Purple Palace, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm)."

"When the time comes, with the 2 of you joining forces, there's a high likelihood you'll succeed in conquering that ancient ruins."

Beside them, Elder Qingci’s brow twitched faintly as he added, “I sense a formidable sword intent in this man, and his nature does not seem unrighteous.”

"If he truly possesses such strength, then he is indeed qualified to explore the ruins with us."

The 2 women nodded slightly upon hearing this. Sword cultivation places high demands on 1's character; if a person is twisted or treacherous, the sword intent they embody will likewise become sinister and malicious.

The sword aura Eldrin (Person Name) gathered was vast and majestic, carrying an imposing will to sever all creation. As a sword cultivator, Clear Verse Scattered 1 (Person Name) could naturally perceive its profound essence at a single glance.

With their minds heavy, they waited until the Exchange Convention concluded.

The 4 of them stepped out of the Exchange Convention when Yu Qingyan stopped Eldrin and transmitted her voice: "Brother Eldrin, come with us. We have matters to discuss."

"Oh."

Eldrin's eyes flickered slightly as he followed suit and flew out of the Qin Yuan Market.

The group arrived in a desolate mountain range, where Elder Qingci’s expression turned grave as he cast a soundproofing barrier.

"What matter requires such caution?" Eldrin frowned, unable to resist asking.

Only then did Yu Qingyan speak up, her expression grave as she said, "To be frank, we’ve come to invite you to explore a ruin."

Ruins.

Eldrin's gaze flickered slightly. Most of the ruins in this realm were remnants of fallen sects and immortal clans.

However, the fall of a faction is often brought about by powerful enemies. If it were destroyed by a rival, such ruins would have long been thoroughly plundered.

Unless it was deliberately left behind or belonged to a hidden sect that had been abruptly wiped out by natural disasters or calamities, how could any treasures possibly remain?

In truth, even among rogue cultivators, aside from a few reclusive individuals, most would take on a disciple to inherit their legacy before passing away—even if they had no descendants of their own.

For instance, the master of Elder Qingci was a senior wandering cultivator who, before his passing, sought out Elder Qingci and entrusted him with his legacy.

Thus Eldrin (Person Name) had lived over 1 100 years in this life, and while he had heard of hidden abodes of rogue cultivators emerging into the world, the scenes of exploring ancient ruins described in the novels of his past life were nearly unheard-of.

He was half-convinced and half-doubtful, suspecting in his heart that the 3 might have fallen into a trap set by the demonic cultivators.

As if sensing his bewilderment, Clear Word Scatterer shook his head and explained, "The ruins we discovered are the meditation sanctum of an ancient cultivator."

"Indeed, it is no falsehood..."

As the Tale-Spreading Wanderer recounted the events, Eldrin grasped the gist of the matter.

Chapter 1: The Reborn Eldrin The air in the Nether Abyss trembled as a crimson streak tore across the ashen sky. Upon a jagged cliff stood a figure in azure robes, his sleeves billowing in the sulfurous wind. This was Eldrin, once the youngest Soul Formation cultivator of the Azure Cloud Sect, now reborn after a 100 years of slumber. "1 100 years..." Eldrin murmured, his voice barely a whisper yet carrying the weight of millennia. His gaze fell upon the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss strapped to his back - the very artifact that had sealed his fate. Suddenly, spatial ripples distorted the air before him. 3 figures materialized, their cultivation bases radiating oppressive energy. The leader, a burly man with scarred cheeks, sneered. "Eldrin! The sect master has ordered your capture. Surrender the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss, and we might spare your soul!" Eldrin's lips curved into a faint smile. "Brother Kun, still at the late Golden Core stage after all these years? How... disappointing." Enraged, Kun Lung drew his broadsword. "Arrogant fool! I've brought 20-some elite disciples. You cannot escape!" The disciples fanned out, forming an encirclement. Their footsteps crunched against the bone-littered ground, a symphony of impending violence. Eldrin remained motionless, his mind racing. His current cultivation had barely recovered to the early Golden Core stage. Facing over 30 opponents, including 3 Golden Core experts... The odds were grim. But then he remembered - within his spatial ring lay 32,000 spirit stones and nearly a 1000 recovery pills. More importantly, he possessed the 9 Revolutions Nirvana Manual, the heaven-defying cultivation method that had allowed his rebirth. "Since you seek death..." Eldrin's voice dropped to a deadly calm. "I shall oblige." His hands moved in an intricate pattern, summoning azure flames that coiled around his arms like awakened serpents. The temperature plummeted, frost spreading across the ground despite the infernal heat. Kun Lung's eyes widened. "The Frozen Flame Scripture! How? That art was lost millennia ago!" Eldrin offered no explanation. With a flick of his wrist, the azure flames erupted, transforming into countless icy phoenixes that shrieked through the air. The surrounding space itself seemed to freeze solid. "Formation!" Kun Lung bellowed, but too late. The icy phoenixes struck with terrifying precision. Screams echoed as dozens of Foundation Building disciples froze instantly, their bodies shattering upon impact like crystalline statues. In mere moments, only the 3 Golden Core cultivators remained standing, their protective barriers cracking under the assault. Kun Lung spat blood, his face pale with disbelief. "Impossible! Your cultivation... It's merely early Golden Core stage!" Eldrin approached slowly, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss now gleaming in his hand. "Some truths transcend cultivation levels, brother." The sword blazed to life, its crimson edge cutting through Kun Lung's defenses as if they were parchment. The other 2 Golden Core experts turned to flee, but Eldrin was faster. 2 precise strikes, and they collapsed, their golden cores dissipating into motes of light. Silence returned to the Nether Abyss, broken only by the crackle of residual energy. Eldrin surveyed the carnage, his expression unreadable. This was but the beginning. Somewhere in the 9 heavens, the true enemy awaited - the 1 who had orchestrated his downfall a century ago. But first, he needed to recover his strength. His gaze turned westward, toward the rumored Fallen Star Valley. There, according to legends, grew the 1000 Petals Enlightenment Lotus - a treasure that could accelerate his cultivation exponentially. With a final glance at the fallen, Eldrin vanished in a swirl of azure light, his journey toward vengeance truly begun.