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Chapter 0: Insect Emperor, Insect Qi, Purple Qi?
Lian Yun turned his head and saw the aggrieved face of Qian the Shopkeeper.
"Thank you, Qian the Shopkeeper, for your kindness today. In the future, I will surely repay you tenfold."
"Alright, alright!" Qian Duoduo's face lit up with joy. The prospect of absorbing one hundred sixty Diamond Spirit Coins was a significant boon for him. To Qian Duoduo, Lian Yun was undoubtedly a top-tier talent, no less than the three extraordinary talents on stage. With the support of Azure Pavilion, he had no worries that his eighty Diamond Spirit Coins would go to waste.
However, Lian Yun did not linger on this matter. Instead, he glanced at Meng Yixuan beside him. The general still had his eyes closed, while Azure Drift had beads of sweat on his forehead, indicating that the general's gains were substantial as well.
Then he looked around the venue in astonishment.
The entire venue was almost entirely shrouded in deep blue. However, it seemed that there was a special transparent barrier at the edge of Lian Yun's auction platform that kept the deep blue gas at bay.
This deep blue color was identical to what Lian Yun had encountered when he shook off Evil Spirit in Fengdu. It was no wonder he felt shocked.
Recently, after receiving the Twelve Fierce Warriors and Shihai Yong, Bai Yuancheng, and Tian Xiang'er, Lian Yun felt that the Purple Qi within the Yin-Yang Stage was severely lacking. As the Ghost Slaves' realms improved, it became even more insufficient.
Originally, Lian Yun had hoped to find some Purple Qi in Yin Yang City. He did not expect to stumble upon it so soon.
The Deep Blue Energy that spread throughout the venue suddenly converged towards Lian Yun's front, gathering around a Bald Giant. In an instant, it seemed as if the Bald Giant was subjected to a thousand cuts; his wounds burst open all over his body.
Yet he appeared to feel no pain at all. Instead, his eyes gazed longingly at the screen where Lan Ruoxuan stood.
"Just a little more; it was so close."
The implication seemed to be that if only there had been one more note played, everything would have been different.
However, as a Peerless Monarch, he understood that sometimes what seemed like a small difference could be worlds apart. Thus, he could only helplessly lament and even feel a tinge of despair.
"The Insect Emperor is not yet beyond saving; there is no need for such despair," Old Daoist comforted gently. But he was met with indifference from the Insect Emperor.
If he had been willing to yield his position earlier, he might have truly escaped this torment.
"Congratulations to Lan Ruoxuan; your Qin Art has reached perfection. After today, I fear we won't hear your Qin Art for another decade!" The Qin Emperor in his Dragon Robe stood up and cupped his hands in salute, his voice tinged with regret yet also anticipation.
However, Lan Ruoxuan did not respond. The venue echoed with voices of gratitude and numerous expressions of regret from those who wished they had acted differently.
The entire venue was undergoing rapid changes. All the private booths were illuminated and then lifted to the upper level, while the round tables moved forward, and the long benches along with the independent chairs also shifted slightly ahead.
At that moment, Azure Drift led Lian Yun and others into the screen area. What Lian Yun saw was Lan Ruoxuan seemingly unconscious, sprawled across a black-and-white guqin, as if she had just been pulled from water, with a puddle beneath her.
Lan Ruoxuan's complexion was pale and bloodless, her skin dry and wrinkled, resembling a centenarian.
Even though Azure Drift had anticipated such a scene, she couldn't help but exclaim "Sister!" while Meng Yixuan called out "Leader!" The two immediately rushed forward to lift Lan Ruoxuan and headed back through the passage they came from.
Although the general remained silent, he followed closely behind, his gaze toward Lan Ruoxuan now filled with respect.
Lian Yun also remained quiet but instinctively wanted to take the black-and-white guqin with him.
"Young Master, this is an item of our Treasure Alliance," one of the four women couldn't help but remind him.
This left Lian Yun somewhat puzzled.
"You are thoughtful, Young Master. However, the previous Leader sold this Yin Yang Guqin to the Treasure Alliance due to certain matters. Now, if we wish to use this guqin, we can only perform on stage at the Treasure Alliance," Meng Yixuan explained helplessly.
Lian Yun stood up and took a deep look at the Yin Yang Guqin before nodding in agreement to follow along.
If given the chance, he would definitely buy this guqin and send it to Azure Pavilion.
Back in the loft they had come from, Azure Drift said to Lian Yun and the general, "Feel free to bid on anything you like."
Then she carried Lan Ruoxuan into a separate room.
The attendant woman led Lian Yun, Meng Yixuan, and the general to a wall displaying the auction scene.
However, Lian Yun and the others paid little attention to it.
Lian Yun was unsure if he had received special treatment, but there were still many things he hadn't had time to comprehend. Meng Yixuan's gains likely pertained to Qin Art; how significant her harvest was in Lian Yun's mind was undoubtedly extraordinary. The general must have received special attention too; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to continue her insights even after waking up.
Setting those thoughts aside for now, Lian Yun focused on his own body. Inside the Yin-Yang Stage, his Soul Material had nearly vanished, replaced by a milky white substance that almost entirely belonged to the Spiritual Energy of Diamond Spirit Coins.
To his astonishment, he discovered that he had nearly Three Thousand Sword Intents. Although they felt somewhat unfamiliar, there was an oddly intimate and familiar sensation about them.
After comprehending all the Sword Intents once more, Lian Yun regained his focus and directed his mind into Wu Tai.
The Thousand Soul Sword had already become comparable to an ordinary Soul Sword Core, while the original Ten Soul Swords were slightly more advanced than the Premium Soul Sword. What brought Lian Yun the most joy was the sense of delight emanating from the Wutai Sword Heart, a feeling that was very close and familiar.
This indicated that the Taiwu Sword Spirit seemed to have nearly recovered, able to sense the outside world, though it had not fully awakened yet.
Lian Yun believed that the Taiwu Sword Spirit would soon awaken completely.
Finally, Lian Yun looked at the Spatial Bag. Inside, it was almost filled with Soul Sword Fragments, all different and uneven.
Lian Yun felt no pain regarding this; instead, he carefully observed the cross-sections of the fragments, hoping to glean some forging techniques from them.
As Lian Yun immersed himself in his observations, just as he began to notice some characteristics, he heard Meng Yixuan say, "Three hundred."
Lian Yun snapped back to attention and saw that a Supreme Soul Sword was being auctioned at the scene.
Having forged his own Thousand Soul Sword, Lian Yun was not lacking in swords for now. Although the three hundred Common Soul Swords were far more perfect than his own creation, they had been easily destroyed. While he still did not understand the special reasons behind this discrepancy with his forging, Lian Yun was currently indifferent to the Supreme Soul Sword.
He smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Dream Girl, but I am not in need of a Soul Sword at the moment."
(End of Chapter)
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