CHAPTER 71: 71. DESCEND THE MOUNTAIN

After using Evil Spirit Knight’s fire to destroy the corpse, Wen Ping returned to Tingyu Pavilion and took out the Immortal Clear Wind Robe sample left by Yang Zongxian. Then he placed it in the "Sect Uniform Transformer" in a small room.

The system’s alert quietly arrived.

"Transformation requires a payment of 1000 Gold Coins!"

Wen Ping had anticipated this, and drew out a Gold Ticket from his hand, paying the system.

A minute later, the transformed Immortal Clear Wind Robe was "out of the oven."

It didn’t look any different, nor did it feel different when held, but once worn, it felt almost like being under the pressure of a triple Gravity Field.

He reached out to touch the white satin strip fluttering from the hem, it felt soft to the touch, but holding it in his palm gave the sensation of gripping a weight.

Wen Ping’s system estimated the weight of the entire robe to be between 200 and 300 pounds, though no exact number was provided, as if the weight could change at any moment.

Though heavier, fortunately, the Immortal Clear Wind Robe’s thirty percent speed boost made running with it pretty much the same compared to not wearing it, given his Body Refining Eleventh Layer Realm.

He speculated that once fully accustomed to wearing the Immortal Clear Wind Robe, taking it off would allow him to run as swiftly as flying.

The system further explained: "The weight enhancement of the Immortal Clear Wind Robe is as follows: Body Refining First to Fifth Layer, increases weight by 30 pounds. Body Refining Sixth to Eighth Layer, increases weight by 100 pounds. Body Refining Ninth to Twelfth Layer, increases weight by 240 pounds. Body Refining Thirteenth Layer, the Immortal Clear Wind Robe can bring a weight increase of 500 pounds."

Wen Ping nodded and then asked: "By the way, can the Shield sustain for a minute without being shattered?"

"No."

"So for a minute, as long as it’s not an attack from the Profound Realm, the Shield won’t break?"

"Not exactly."

"What then?"

"The Shield can endure maximum damage up to Body Refining Thirteenth Layer. If there are two cultivators of the Body Refining Thirteenth Layer attacking simultaneously, the Shield might only last three seconds, or five seconds. Once shattered, it won’t be reactivated for 24 hours."

"Got it."

Although it didn’t turn out as invincible for a minute as he initially thought, as long as he doesn’t face two Body Refining Thirteenth Layer cultivators at once, it should be manageable. Yang Lele and the others really need it.

Yang Lele and the others can’t stay on Yunlan Mountain every day; they’re human too and will miss their families and occasionally wish to relax. If upon descending, the Kao Shan Sect folks launch a sneak attack...

Today there’s one Xuan Ye, tomorrow there’ll be a second Xuan Ye.

But with the protection of the Immortal Clear Wind Robe, he believes no one would be that unlucky to encounter two Thirteenth Layer Realm attackers at once, right?

However, the cost of transforming the Immortal Clear Wind Robe poses a significant problem, as he only has over ten thousand Gold on him now.

To help everyone get two sets, the money is somewhat insufficient.

After careful thought, he figured he should go down and ask Yang Zongxian for those tens of thousands of Gold.

It’s been five days, Yu Mo had entrusted Yang Zongxian to sell the Sword Formulas, they should be sold by now.

Early the next morning, Huaikong, as usual, stepped into the Immortal Sect with the morning light. Having learned his lesson from almost doing the wrong thing with good intentions yesterday, he brought nothing but his mouth today.

Arriving at the dormitory area, he chatted directly with Yu Mo about various topics. Although not a literary scholar, they ended up enjoying discussing the scenery, shamelessly creating doggerel.

Huaikong, with a gluttonous nature, perhaps has culinary expertise, but for poetry, poetry knows him; it only thinks of eating.

After squeezing out two lines with great effort, the extremely bored Yu Mo was very pleased. Perhaps for him, anything was preferable to fishing silently and watching those clever fish, any topic could entertain him for a whole day.

In the end, after their chat, Huaikong mentioned the Sword Formula matter to Wen Ping.

The Sword Formula had been auctioned at Yang Zongxian’s firm last night, after three to four days of buildup, almost a hundred people arrived. As for who they were, Wen Ping could already guess without being told.

Those who can afford the Sword Formula and also protect it are basically Body Refining Thirteenth Layer cultivators.

Moreover, they need to have some private savings; someone like Yang Zongxian, a clan leader has no money to buy.

Because few business people hold tens of thousands of freely available funds.

After more than thirty rounds of bidding, the Sword Formula was finally taken with a high price of 170,000 Gold Coins.

Regarding these 170,000 Gold Coins, Wen Ping was overjoyed. Immediately standing up, he laughed as he spoke: "Elder Yu, didn’t you say fishing every day is boring? Let’s go to Cangwu City today?"

"Really?"

Yu Mo looked up incredulously at Wen Ping, his eyes shining with excitement.

When Wen Ping nodded, Yu Mo raised his hand and smashed the fishing rod on the ground, nearly jumping up in joy.

However, when he heard Wen Ping’s next words, Yu Mo’s excitement vanished, feeling like wanting to soar out of a cage only to be suddenly snatched back. Beyond helplessness, there remained frustration.

"But Elder Yu, you can only follow me and cannot wander around."

"Fine-"

He had no choice but to nod, responding with a lifeless gaze, perhaps in protest.

Wen Ping paid no mind to Yu Mo’s thoughts; he needed to ensure Yu Mo didn’t wander off, for Yu Mo was a lone ranger.

What is a lone ranger? It’s someone who prefers to roam freely outdoors at night over comfortably lying in a warm bed.

After being confined for several days, a lone ranger when released would undoubtedly be like an untamed horse impossible to rein in.

Descending the mountain, Wen Ping, along with two others, arrived at the Yang Family’s firm.

Yang Family’s firm is at Cangwu City’s very center, accessible north and south. Firms in this area, aside from the City Lord’s Mansion, belong to the Kao Shan Sect’s domain. Other family forces simply have no right to open firms here.

Of course, the lack of "right" refers to incapability, as no law explicitly states any prohibition from opening businesses here.

Due to connections with Huaikong, Yang’s firm is seldom disturbed by the Kao Shan Sect people; importantly, the cost of intervening with the Yang Family far outweighs the potential gains.

Just as Wen Ping prepared to enter the firm, he saw two very familiar faces.

A man and a woman,

were once people of the Immortal Sect.

Unfortunately, they were ones he had interacted with daily for ten years.

Wen Ping didn’t harbor resentment over their departure; under pressing circumstances, they were ordinary disciples unable to have a say in the Immortal Sect. When the Immortal Sect couldn’t offer them a future, leaving was inevitable.

After observing them for a moment, Wen Ping turned his head and followed Huaikong straight into the firm.

Entering the firm, they went directly to the second floor, stopping before a room that resembled a morgue under the guidance of a servant.

The coldness struck his heart, accompanied by a peculiar silence!