Chapter 473: Chapter 282: A Great Haul from the Exchange

The missing person was, in fact, the male cultivator from the other pair of Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Since the missing person was not a cultivator from the Purple Extreme Sect, no one reacted strangely, even after they noticed.

But when Lin Changheng looked at that female cultivator, he saw the faint look of sorrow and grief on her oval face and knew something was likely wrong.

The male cultivator had likely met his end here.

However, if it had been a betrayal, she would have shown at least a hint of resentment. Lin Changheng had only spared her a few glances, but he was a careful observer, and he saw no such expression on the female cultivator’s face.

’The waters run deep...’

Lin Changheng shook his head to himself.

A popular saying in the Cultivation Realm still rang true: never show your back to anyone, not even a companion or a close friend.

Lin Changheng truly lived by this rule. He was so deeply influenced by the saying that, over time, it had become second nature. Even Mo Zhaoli had never seen his full back, and Lin Changheng saw nothing wrong with that. It wasn’t a matter of mistrust, but a caution that had been etched into his very being.

Mo Zhaoli, on the other hand, dared to entrust his back to him; during Ye Qingwu’s attack, he had once shielded Lin Changheng behind his own body. Every time Lin Changheng recalled this, his heart would stir.

"Mr. Lin."

Just then, a voice transmission, tinged with a soft, seductive charm, suddenly entered Lin Changheng’s ears.

Lin Changheng knew at once who was speaking. His gaze shifted to a woman in colorful clothes perched atop an old tree, a fair, white jade-like leg swinging restlessly from beneath her skirt.

He frowned slightly, but then he caught the signal in her sparkling eyes and understood. She had changed her form of address because the Fake Core Master was present—walls have ears.

Still, her prudence was to his liking.

"Mr. Lin, would you like to know what happened to that missing person?"

Ye Qingwu continued her transmission. She had clearly noticed Lin Changheng’s gaze on her earlier, and her tone held a hint of playfulness.

"You know?" Lin Changheng asked. "Tell me."

"I believe Junior Sister Qiu’s partner died by her own hand."

"Oh?"

"That’s right. I happen to have a type of Gu Insect that is extremely sensitive to residual Soul Power and Blood Qi. No matter how flawlessly someone cleans up after a murder, there’s still a chance my Gu Insect will detect something."

"All the clues point to that conclusion."

Ye Qingwu briefly explained the situation.

’Gu Insects can actually do that?’

A strange glint flashed in Lin Changheng’s eyes. He had a newfound respect for the Gu Refining Dao; it seemed the art had unique functions that could be miraculously effective in certain situations.

"I see."

But his reply remained as aloof as ever.

Ye Qingwu sent no further transmissions. Her objective—to demonstrate her value—was achieved.

It was also a declaration of her stance.

Since she had chosen submission and dependency, she had to do her best within that framework. Ye Qingwu had come to terms with it. The fact that Lin Changheng, a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, could render her completely helpless proved his strength far surpassed her own. Furthermore, his future prospects were likely bright. Following him with all her might now could bring her immense opportunities in the future.

There were different ways to submit and serve. After all, it was easy to tell the difference between someone who was passive and someone who was proactive.

Given the cunning and ruthlessness her new Master had shown in such a short time, playing games with him would be courting death.

...

Lin Changheng briefly relayed Ye Qingwu’s assessment to Mo Zhaoli. The two exchanged an impassive glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

The pair found an empty spot to the side and sat down, appearing to enter a state of Meditation. In reality, Mo Zhaoli had already begun sending voice transmissions to their fellow Foundation Establishment sect members.

He expressed his intention to purchase or trade for Nether Void Essence Blood.

Lin and Mo had encountered two types of Nether Void Demon Beasts while clearing their assigned area. Therefore, it was possible that the other Foundation Establishment Cultivators present also possessed Essence Blood of a similar tier. It was worth asking.

In the current situation, everyone could only wait patiently for the Gold Array Master to complete the Array Formation. They couldn’t cultivate for fear of causing fluctuations in the Spiritual Qi that might interfere. Nor did they dare to leave rashly. After all, they were in the Wilderness, and they had even encountered a passing Tier Three Great Demon on their way. Without the Fake Core Master, traveling would be dangerous.

They could either quietly contemplate their Cultivation Techniques, the Hundred Arts, and Magic, or they could simply wait around, which was terribly boring.

When they received Mo Zhaoli’s transmission, they all smiled and replied. After all, they were from the same sect and had no deep-seated conflicts with him, so they weren’t about to ignore his inquiry.

Nether Void Essence Blood had various uses—it could be used in the refining of Tier Two Upper Grade Elixirs or made into Talismanic Ink for creating Talismans. Because of this, some politely refused or simply stated they had none. Others seemed to be weighing the offer. A few had no use for the Essence Blood and, not wanting it to sit idle in their possession, directly asked for a price.

Mo Zhaoli’s eyes lit up. He glanced at Lin Changheng before starting to carefully question the interested Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Taking the hint, Lin Changheng had an idea and sent a direct voice transmission to Ye Qingwu. "Do you have any Essence Blood from a Nether Void Demon Beast?"

Although the animosity and fierce rivalry between Mo Zhaoli and the woman had eased, Lin Changheng decided it was better to ask her himself.

The last time he’d had her Storage Bag, he could only inspect what was openly visible inside. Items like bottles and jars were affixed with Talisman Seals, which his Divine Sense couldn’t easily penetrate, so his inspection hadn’t been thorough.

"Nether Void Essence Blood?"

Ye Qingwu paused, stunned for a moment. "Of course I do. Last time..."

Then, as if remembering something, she stopped short. "I have the blood of a Nether Void Demon Beast called the Earth-Fire Demon Dog. Twenty portions of it."

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