Chapter 832: Harvest

The purple-haired man hesitated for a moment before asking, “Eight hundred Meta Realm Stones. How confident are the people you’re sending?”

“Each attempt has about a fifty percent chance of success,” the elder replied. “If they fail three times in a row, the mission ends. Additionally, if he remains in long-term seclusion or returns to the Palace of the Void, assassination becomes impossible.”

“Understood,” the purple-haired man nodded.

He was well aware.

Dongbo Xueying held one of the highest positions in Tianshui City—only the ‘Tianshui Hall Master,’ who was merely an avatar, outranked him. Thus, Dongbo Xueying’s residence was also the core of the city’s grand formation. If he didn’t emerge, forcibly breaking in was indeed impossible.

“Eight hundred Meta Realm Stones. I want him dead,” the purple-haired man declared.

Though he deeply cherished his younger brother, his own cultivation was equally important. The thought of selling even his weapons to gather five thousand Meta Realm Stones filled him with resistance. After all, crafting the perfect weapon for himself had required countless efforts and sacrifices.

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**Tianshui City.**

**Dongbo Xueying’s residence.**

The white-robed Dongbo Xueying stood still, then waved his hand, summoning a dense crowd of cultivators—all those he had rescued this time.

“You are now in Tianshui City,” Dongbo Xueying addressed them. “You are safe and free to go.”

“Thank you, Senior!”

The group of cultivators bowed in gratitude, among them the couple Lei Chen and Qing Ruo.

“Escort them out,” Dongbo Xueying instructed the green-clad maidservant beside him.

“As you command,” the maidservant replied.

“Follow me, and do not wander,” she ordered sternly. Though a servant, she was already a Void God, originally one of Tianshui City’s administrators, specially assigned by the Elder Council for this task.

The green-clad maidservant led them away.

Lei Chen and Qing Ruo turned back to bow deeply toward Dongbo Xueying.

He smiled at them and transmitted a message: “Go. If you encounter any trouble, you may seek me out.”

Lei Chen had indeed contributed to the raid on the outpost, and Dongbo Xueying hadn’t forgotten.

“Thank you, Senior!” Lei Chen and Qing Ruo replied, hearts brimming with joy.

Reunited and now in Tianshui City, they felt nothing but boundless gratitude toward Elder Dongbo. Without him, they would have likely been enslaved forever, loyal only to the Sacred Master.

Watching them leave, Dongbo Xueying turned and soon retreated into his meditation chamber.

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**Inside the meditation chamber.**

The chamber was serene, a single incense stick burning, its fragrance permeating the air. Seated cross-legged on a silver ice-silk cushion, Dongbo Xueying waved his hand, scattering countless items across the floor—spoils from his assault on the Sacred Master’s outpost.

When the Sacred Envoys and Disciples perished, their treasures naturally fell into his hands. Beyond the rewards from the Palace of the Void, these spoils were another major gain from dismantling the Sacred Master’s strongholds—sometimes even surpassing the Palace’s own rewards.

The items were varied, and Dongbo Xueying meticulously appraised each one, assessing their worth.

“The two peak Unity realm experts and that black-robed Sacred Envoy—these three left the most valuable treasures,” Dongbo Xueying mused, pleased.

The frosty man’s belongings were worth roughly sixty Meta Realm Stones.

The six-armed woman’s items totaled fifty.

The black-robed Sacred Envoy’s hoard was the richest. Though some items, like teleportation tokens, bore restrictions limiting their use to him alone, his remaining treasures still amounted to nearly two hundred Meta Realm Stones.

The other Sacred Envoys paled in comparison, their combined loot barely exceeding fifty Meta Realm Stones.

As for the numerous Sacred Disciples, their numbers were vast, but their treasures pitiful—scarcely twenty Meta Realm Stones in total.

**Final tally:**

Approximately three hundred eighty Meta Realm Stones—not even counting the one million merit points awarded by the Palace of the Void.

“Destroying a Sacred Master outpost is indeed lucrative,” Dongbo Xueying thought cheerfully.

Though his Black Gourd was far more valuable, it had been forged by Ancient Gu exclusively for his successor and couldn’t be sold. His Inner Hall Elder token was even more precious, offering unparalleled protection, but it too was unsellable and unusable by outsiders.

This raid, however, had netted him a fortune in tradable treasures.

“That black-robed Sacred Envoy alone yielded nearly two hundred Meta Realm Stones. He must have held a special status,” Dongbo Xueying speculated.

With another wave, he stored all the treasures. The incense stick extinguished instantly, and he stepped out of the chamber.

Servants and maids attended the residence.

“Master,” a green-clad maidservant approached, her voice crisp and respectful. “The Sevenstar Sea Pavilion has sent an invitation.”

“The Sevenstar Sea Pavilion?” Dongbo Xueying was surprised.

The Sevenstar Sea Pavilion was the largest resource-trading organization in the Sevenstar Sea Sacred Realm, backed by the Palace of the Void, Ancestor Island, and the Radiant Sanctuary.

Cultivators prized resources above all. While the Rule-Oriented Path was less dependent, ancient cultivators, bloodline practitioners, and supreme warriors craved rare materials and treasures. Thus, the three sacred lands had jointly established the Sevenstar Sea Pavilion—specializing in buying and selling resources. Its reputation for fairness made it the preferred marketplace for many.

Branches spanned every major city, including Tianshui City.

“Inviting me?” Dongbo Xueying examined the missive. “Three thousand years from now?”

The Sevenstar Sea Pavilion handled ordinary transactions directly.

But for unique treasures—some the only one of their kind across the Five Sacred Realms or the Chaos Void—they held grand auctions, notifying powerful figures to bid. The highest offer won.

Though the Pavilion had branches in every city, participants could only view ‘projections’ of the items during auctions. Purchased goods would be delivered securely. Storing all treasures in one location risked theft, so their true whereabouts remained secret. Upon sale, the three sacred lands dispatched experts to deliver them.

This auction was named the **”Silken Skirt Auction.”**

Its centerpiece was a treasure called the **”Silken Skirt,”** with no description provided—only a starting bid of **one thousand Meta Realm Stones.**

“What kind of treasure commands such a price?” Dongbo Xueying was stunned. “At this level, only Chaos Realm overlords would dare bid. I’ve never even heard of it.”

The auction’s invitations were sent millennia in advance—the longer the lead time, the rarer the treasures.

Historically, there had been auctions for Universe God weapons, with invitations sent out a full hundred million years early—even to the Sacred Master’s realm.

“I’ll attend when the time comes,” Dongbo Xueying mused, intrigued. The “Silken Skirt” was beyond his means, but such auctions always featured countless other rarities.