Most Void Illusion Realm treasures of the tenth level are consigned for sale in shops like those of the Fan Clan or other top-tier factions.
Selling directly to shops often results in heavily suppressed prices! While these treasures are highly coveted by those who need them, they are utterly useless to those who don’t. Compared to other cultivation paths, the ‘Void Illusion Realm’ path is relatively rare, and those who reach the ninth level of the Chaos Realm without external aids are even fewer!
Buyers are hard to come by.
Naturally, shops will lowball the price when purchasing such treasures.
Owners, unwilling to suffer heavy losses, prefer to consign them, waiting for the right buyer to appear.
**”The Kingdom of Tuhua.”**
A white-robed youth materialized in mid-air, gazing at a beautiful city in the distance—the capital of the Kingdom of Tuhua.
*”The Kingdom of Tuhua is just a third-rate minor nation, with only one Cosmos God and two tenth-level Chaos Realm experts,”* Dongbo Xueying mused. On the Heart Realm Continent, third-rate minor nations were plentiful, often located in remote and perilous regions ignored by major factions. The Kingdom of Tuhua, for instance, was situated in the treacherous Black Prison Dark Sea, a realm composed of hundreds of thousands of islands.
But one should never underestimate a third-rate minor nation.
Though small, any nation bold enough to establish itself must have at least a deeply rooted Cosmos God backing it. Moreover, these nations often band together, forming alliances for mutual support.
The Kingdom of Tuhua, for example, was part of the “Stellar Alliance,” a coalition of island nations in the southern Black Prison Dark Sea.
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Void Illusion Realm treasures awaited buyers who truly needed them, making the location of consignment irrelevant.
Anyone genuinely interested could swiftly travel to any nation on the Heart Realm Continent.
*”The Kingdom of Tuhua has excellent cuisine too.”*
Dongbo Xueying sat in a tavern by the street, leisurely enjoying a meal.
*”Lord Xueying, the treasure owner has lowered the price to a minimum of 11.5 billion cosmos crystals,”* a message suddenly arrived.
*”11.5 billion? Still too expensive. I’ll keep looking. There are eight Void Illusion Realm treasures available—I’ll inspect them one by one and choose the most suitable and affordable one,”* Dongbo Xueying replied via mental transmission.
*”Understood. I’ll continue persuading the owner.”*
Dongbo Xueying smiled.
His deliberate pace in savoring delicacies and inspecting treasures at each location was a tactic to prolong negotiations and drive down prices.
Unlike fixed-price shops like those of the Fan Clan, where bargaining was impossible, consignment sales were a battle of wits with the owners. A buyer like him was rare, so he had every reason to push for the lowest price. A little patience might save him a billion cosmos crystals!
*”They really go all out—many of these dishes are made from fish native to the Black Prison Dark Sea,”* Dongbo Xueying thought as he ate. He could imagine the risks cultivators took to harvest these ingredients.
But for wealth, resources, and advancement, they had no choice. Nothing in this world came without effort.
*”Of the two treasures I’ve seen so far, one’s lowest price is 15.6 billion, and the other’s is 11.5 billion,”* Dongbo Xueying calculated, weighing suitability against cost.
**”Slurp, slurp—”**
The tavern buzzed with activity.
Amid the crowd, Dongbo Xueying sat quietly in a corner, his aura perfectly concealed. Even a Chaos Realm expert would struggle to discern his true strength.
*”Hmm?”* Dongbo Xueying suddenly looked up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. *”They say the Stellar Alliance is chaotic, with killings commonplace, but I didn’t expect to witness a massacre right here in the capital of Tuhua.”*
The Stellar Alliance, composed of many third-rate minor nations, was notorious for its lawlessness. Some nations were even secretly controlled by demonic forces.
Slaughter and chaos were routine here.
In contrast, powerful nations like the Xiawind Ancient Kingdom were far more stable. The Stellar Alliance? Its stability depended entirely on the ruler’s strength—some regions were orderly, while others rivaled the Black Demon Abyss in brutality.
**”Whoosh, whoosh—”**
Though Dongbo Xueying sensed it, the other patrons remained oblivious.
Silently, soldiers materialized around the tavern, forming a grand formation that sealed off the area.
**”Swish.”**
A sinister green-robed woman, flanked by two subordinates, emerged from the ranks. Her aura, now unrestrained, radiated a chilling malevolence.
*”My dear husband, I’ve searched for you so tirelessly,”* her voice echoed across the sky as her gaze locked onto a waiter inside the tavern.
The moment she spoke—
**”Boom!”**
The surrounding battle formation activated, enveloping the entire area in a colossal illusion of a twin-headed beast. The street and tavern’s occupants trembled in terror.
*”We’re doomed—it’s the ‘Flawed Yin Demoness’ of the Sky Pillar Clan!”*
*”Master, will we be implicated?”*
*”That depends on fate!”*
*”Stay silent, all of you!”*
The locals, long accustomed to sporadic violence in Tuhua, prayed they wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire this time.
*”Flawed Yin, we were once Dao companions. Spare me, won’t you?”* The waiter looked up.
*”Hahaha! How naïve, husband. To uproot the grass, one must destroy the roots. How could I let you live? You’re the last core descendant of the Bato Clan,”* the green-robed woman sneered. *”Of course, if you hand over that aura-concealing technique, I might spare the lowest-tier members of your clan. They’d at least have a chance to survive.”*
The Bato Clan had once been a royal family of Tuhua, with countless descendants. Only those who reached the Void God realm were considered core members—the rest were mere commoners, scattered across the land in untold numbers.
Even a massacre couldn’t fully eradicate a lineage that had thrived for eons.
*”You’re ruthless,”* the waiter, Bato Chen, spat through gritted teeth.
His hatred burned.
A once-glorious royal family, annihilated overnight—his parents, siblings, friends, and countless clansmen—the entire Bato Manor reduced to nothing.
*”Ruthless? Did you truly believe I was infatuated with you?”* The woman’s voice dripped with mockery. *”Hand over the technique, and for old times’ sake, I’ll let your bloodline persist. Otherwise, I’ll hunt down every last Bato descendant across the Stellar Alliance!”*
*”Lies! Do you think I’d trust you again? Kill me then! But you’ll never wipe us out. One day, a Bato will rise again and return to Tuhua!”* Bato Chen roared.
*”Hmph.”*
The woman’s eyes gleamed with cruelty. *”Refuse? Then everyone in this tavern who sheltered you dies. And these bystanders—they’ll all join you in death.”*
Terror gripped the tavern’s staff and patrons. The surrounding cultivators shuddered.
*”Flawed Yin, why involve them?”* Bato Chen growled. *”The truth is, I stumbled upon that technique by chance, and its original text forbids dissemination.”*
*”You don’t have the original?”* The woman sighed.
Powerful techniques often came with such restrictions.
*”What a pity.”*
She waved a hand. *”Kill them all. Leave none alive.”*
*”No—!”*
*”General Flawed Yin!”*
*”Spare us!”*
*”Sky Pillar Yang Clan—you’re Tuhua’s pillar! You can’t do this!”*
Pleas and cries filled the air, some cultivators even prostrating in desperation.
*”Slaughter them!”* The woman, her fury unappeased, scanned the crowd with a merciless gaze.
*”Yes!”* The soldiers hesitated but obeyed.
*”Sigh.”*
A soft sigh, emanating from the white-robed youth in the corner, resonated in every ear—soldier and civilian alike. An overwhelming dread gripped them all. The soldiers found themselves paralyzed, unable to move.
The green-robed woman stared in horror at the youth. She too was immobilized, the very space around her locking her in place.
The youth calmly called out, *”Innkeeper, more wine.”*
*”Y-yes, right away!”* The trembling innkeeper, miraculously unaffected, hurried to serve him.
*”Esteemed one, this is a feud between the Sky Pillar Yang Clan and the Bato Clan. I implore you not to interfere,”* the woman declared, emphasizing *”Sky Pillar”* with pride.
In the Stellar Alliance, “Sky Pillar” denoted a clan that served as the backbone of a nation, typically led by a tenth-level Chaos Realm expert—a force comparable to a Cosmos God. Her arrogance was not unfounded.
*”Sky Pillar Yang Clan?”* Dongbo Xueying nodded mildly. *”Normally, I’d ignore your petty vendettas. But slaughtering innocents? These people have no quarrel with your clan.”*
The woman’s face darkened.
*”In your eyes, they’re mere ants?”* Dongbo Xueying shook his head. *”A shame. In my eyes, you’re the ant.”*
**”Boom!”**
Before she could react, the woman’s body exploded into nothingness, erased from existence.
Silence.
The soldiers and onlookers stood petrified. The daughter of the Sky Pillar Yang Clan’s patriarch—gone in an instant?
Dongbo Xueying’s eyes were cold. His principles forbade tolerating the slaughter of the weak. Though his influence on the Heart Realm Continent was limited, he would act when he could.
*”This is bad.”*
*”He killed the patriarch’s daughter, General Flawed Yin.”*
*”We’re doomed.”*
The locals panicked, while Dongbo Xueying continued sipping his wine, unperturbed.
**”Rumble—”**
A terrifying, radiant aura descended from afar, coalescing into a humanoid form amid blazing light. A furious roar shook the heavens:
*”WHO DARES KILL MY DAUGHTER, FLAWED YIN?!”*
*”I did,”* Dongbo Xueying replied casually, pouring himself another cup.
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