Chapter 110: There’s Something to Buy

“Revenge shouldn’t come so quickly; one must first weigh their own strength. He’s probably not foolish.” You Xiyue blinked lightly and then said to Jun Yang, “Let Yan Qingye inform the Yuan family about Yuan Yibai’s situation.”

Jun Yang raised an eyebrow helplessly, holding the jade slip and pondering for a moment before summoning Yan Qingye.

At that moment, Yan Qingye had just returned to the Alchemy Association from home. Initially full of joy, he was suddenly stunned upon receiving Jun Yang’s jade slip.

“Yuan Yibai died two hundred years ago…”

“Mm.” Jun Yang acknowledged softly, and silence fell between them.

After a long pause, Yan Qingye finally asked, “What about the Dark Night Chasing Cry Sword… Shouldn’t Uncle Yuan be left with some hope?”

“I will tell the little ancestor.”

“Good.” Yan Qingye sighed deeply before ending the connection.

The news was so sudden it was hard to digest. The person who had been right before their eyes not long ago was suddenly known to have died over two centuries ago. It was difficult for Yan Qingye to accept, so how could the Yuan family bear it?

Yet, no matter how hard it was to accept, the truth must be known.

Yan Qingye then summoned his own father via jade slip.

Yan Yaofeng’s mood was even better than Yan Qingye’s. With such an outstanding son, how could he be unhappy? Especially since he was his only child.

“Hello?”

“Father…” Yan Qingye’s tone was noticeably more somber.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Yaofeng grew anxious upon hearing his son’s tone.

Yan Qingye recounted what Jun Yang had told him. Yan Yaofeng fell into the same silence. Though his own family was joyous, the Yuan family had to receive such news—it was truly hard to put into words.

“In that case, I understand.” Then he cut off the jade slip.

Because of this matter, Yan Qingye was distracted for several days and failed to produce any successful pills.

During the alchemist exam, the person beside Yan Qingye was a Saint Realm cultivator named Yun Jianxin. After learning that Yan Qingye had entered the Alchemy Association with a recommendation letter from Lan, Yun Jianxin began following him closely and the two became good friends.

“What’s wrong with you lately?” Yun Jianxin asked with concern. “You used to be praised by the teachers, but these past two days, unless you use that teapot to refine pills, your furnace explodes. Even when using the teapot, you can’t produce any pills.”

Yan Qingye looked at Yun Jianxin gloomily and shook his head. “You don’t understand.”

Yun Jianxin looked at him helplessly, unsure how to comfort him.

“You… don’t you want to take the intermediate alchemist exam as soon as possible? You’re the only one in our cohort to have refined pills with three pill veins.”

“Yes, I need to focus on alchemy.” Yan Qingye patted Yun Jianxin’s shoulder, making him pause briefly before his gaze hardened. “Come on, let’s keep refining. If I can produce a pill with four veins today, I’ll treat you to Spicy Pepper Flower Roasted Chicken.”

“Spicy Pepper Flower Roasted Chicken? What’s that?” Yun Jianxin asked curiously.

Yan Qingye raised his brow, a hint of mystery in his tone. “It’s a delicacy even the ancestors of the Teng Snake Clan crave.”

“Really?” Yun Jianxin, newly integrated into the Saint Realm, had heard of the Teng Snake Clan and his eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Then you better work hard.”

The two laughed and headed to the alchemy room.

News of Yuan Yibai and Yue Si’s situation quickly spread among the five great families of the Upper Realm.

Unexpectedly, the most affected was not the Yuan family, but Mu Wanrou.

Even when she was rejected from marriage, she hadn’t been so downcast.

Mu Sanbing had tried to comfort her for a long time to no avail and could only let her be.

Though heartbroken by the broken engagement, the other party was still around, so there was still hope.

But to find out that the one who saved her in her peril, Yuan Yibai, was actually the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord of the Demon Realm—the one whose heart belonged to someone else—was a cruel revelation.

She probably guessed why the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord had saved her and agreed to the engagement: because her birth coincided with the time Bai Ruomei should have reincarnated. The Demon Lord must have mistaken her for Bai Ruomei’s reincarnation.

Unfortunately, after encountering You Xiyue and seeing the jade pendants recognizing Bai Ruomei and Yue Si, he misunderstood that You Xiyue was the reincarnation.

In the end, none of it was true.

After coming to terms with everything, Mu Wanrou’s resentment only grew.

She realized she was merely a substitute, and that the man had never cared for her.

In Yangquan Town, with Yue Si’s departure, the demonic aura seemed to disappear as well.

The entire town’s air became noticeably fresher, free of that eerie atmosphere.

Only Bai Yanchang in the inn remained in agony.

The wounds on his legs, torn by demonic beasts, radiated a thick demonic aura that was beginning to seep into his skin.

At this moment, He Miaoxue’s guilt came too late.

The soundproof array blocking out noise was her doing; she had believed she could handle the demon, yet never expected this outcome.

None of the sect’s junior brothers or sisters spoke up, but their eyes clearly showed their displeasure.

If Bai Yanchang’s leg had been left untreated for another day, he might have fallen into demonic possession.

And they could not return to the sect within a day.

Just as the group grew anxious, Jun Yang entered carrying the Celestial-Demonic Two-Polarity Jade, absorbing all the demonic aura from Bai Yanchang’s leg in silence before leaving without a word, too tired to deal with these impudent juniors.

No one knew that from then on, He Miaoxue’s heart was filled entirely with Jun Yang’s shadow.

Of course, Jun Yang remained oblivious.

Returning to You Xiyue’s side with the Celestial-Demonic Two-Polarity Jade, Jun Yang handed it back to her and asked, “Little ancestor, where shall we go next?”

“Hmm… Isn’t there a Glazed Glass Workshop in the Saint Realm? Let’s go see.”

“Anything you want to buy?”

“Yes.”

Jun Yang looked at You Xiyue with curiosity. “Spicy Pepper Flower?”

You Xiyue glanced at him sideways. “You still have ten of those; why buy more?”

“Then…”

“When we went to the Sacred Land before, I broke someone’s treasure—an artifact that steals memories and listens to gossip.”

“…” Jun Yang felt as if a flock of crows flew over his head. Such a frivolous artifact existed in this world?

“When we return to the Saint Realm, shall we stay at our clan’s residence?”

“That works.” You Xiyue nodded.

“Alright.” Jun Yang smiled; he also had matters to attend to at the clan.

He should hand over the Teng Snake Clan leadership to Jun Jue.

Otherwise, it would be inconvenient for him to enter the gossip array that leads to the Sacred Land. If he, as clan leader, were lost in the array, it would affect both the clan spirit and the entire family.

Jun Yang pulled out the divine realm map and directly tapped on the Teng Snake Clan’s cave dwelling.

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived before the Teng Snake Clan’s gates.

Before they even entered, clan members rushed out one after another.

Finally seeing Jun Yang, they were all tearful.

“Ancestor!!”

Jun Yang twitched his mouth awkwardly; their enthusiasm was a bit excessive.

“Let’s discuss this inside. Don’t block the entrance.” Jun Yang’s tone was stern. Then he turned to You Xiyue, “Little ancestor, you go ahead.”

“Oh…”

Calmly, You Xiyue entered the Teng Snake Clan’s cave dwelling under the watchful eyes of the clan members.