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"Alright, that's it. You calculate how much it's worth. The value of my Soul Jade should be more than this."
Wei Chen approached with the selected Soul Jade and handed it all to Drunkard, waiting for the bargaining to begin. Having recognized the importance of Soul Stones, even a First-Grade Soul Stone was something Wei Chen would not easily part with.
"These five pieces of Fourth-Grade Soul Jade, let's say they are worth two Fourth-Grade Soul Stones. As for the rest of these Second-Rank Soul Techniques, they aren't worth much, so I'll just give them to you," Drunkard said with a grin, flipping his palm to reveal eight kernels of Soul Stone resting in his hand. "Friend, your Soul Jade is worth ten Fourth-Grade Soul Stones. After deducting what you’re taking away, I should give you eight Fourth-Grade Soul Stones. Keep in mind, despite their small size, each one is a true essence of Soul Power. It takes tens of thousands of years of condensed Soul Power to form them, making them invaluable."
Wei Chen was astonished. How could it be so cheap?
Zhao Yu also stared wide-eyed at Drunkard; this was already more than half price, wasn't it? Having been in Eryuan City for several days, Zhao Yu had gained some understanding of the value of Soul Jade.
In the Ling Sheng Dynasty, regardless of rank, any type of Soul Technique or Cultivation Method was inscribed within Soul Jade. The remarkable thing about it was that as long as one pressed the Soul Jade to their forehead, they could instantly access all the information contained within it, enabling perfect recall.
If it were in book form, one would need to memorize bits and pieces, which inevitably led to omissions; practicing from books was not as smooth as using Soul Jade. The circulation value of Soul Jade was also higher than that of written records of Soul Techniques. It was simple to carry and had a lower risk of damage.
Having taken five pieces of Fourth-Grade Soul Jade, that should at least be worth fifty million taels of silver, right? The discount Drunkard offered was truly substantial.
"Isn't this more than half price? This is cheaper than half price; I must have benefited from Zhao Yu this time..." Wei Chen thought to himself.
After the transaction was completed, Wei Chen did not rush to leave. He suspected that there might be some connection between Drunkard and Zhao Yu.
"Drunkard senior, is there anything else you need?" Wei Chen asked proactively.
Drunkard showed an appreciative expression and smiled, "I wonder if you would deign to stay at my humble abode for a few days? Our Su Family has some influence in Eryuan City and can fend off ordinary disturbances."
Upon hearing this, Wei Chen fell silent as he looked at Zhao Yu, seeking her opinion.
Zhao Yu nodded lightly, and the Drunkard let out a sigh of relief.
“Zhao Yu, these Soul Techniques are for you. Take them and practice well over the next few days. I will come to find you,” Wei Chen said as he pried open Zhao Yu's hand and placed the selected Soul Jade into her palm. He looked at her gently for a moment before stepping back a few paces and cupping his fists towards the Drunkard with a smile. “Senior, please take good care of her. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't trouble you at your residence.”
“Don't worry. It's good for you to go see the senior and settle your concerns. Even if something goes wrong, they probably won't kick you out, right?” Wei Chen said with a faint smile at Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu exclaimed in surprise, “You heard that?”
“Being so close, it’s not like I was using spiritual sense to eavesdrop; I naturally heard it,” Wei Chen replied with a wry smile. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help but want to know what the Drunkard had said… It wasn’t intentional…
“Impressive sensitivity,” the Drunkard said as he cupped his fists towards Wei Chen, his expression turning serious. That conversation was held at least a hundred meters away; his hearing must be extraordinary.
Wei Chen chuckled softly, then looked deeply at Zhao Yu several times. In front of the Drunkard, he showed no hesitation as he stepped forward and gently embraced her soft body, speaking warmly, “I won’t live under anyone’s protection. A man must forge his own path! Wait for me for a while; I’ll take you to Linghuang City!”
With that, Wei Chen released her and resolutely turned to leave.
Watching Wei Chen’s retreating figure, Zhao Yu's eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“Yuer, aren’t you afraid? Wei Chen’s strength isn’t enough to handle everything,” the Drunkard sighed and asked.
Zhao Yu shook her head. “I’m not afraid. When he was at the initial stage of the Refined Realm, he could slay experts of the Power Realm. Now that he has reached the Fate Soul Realm and possesses Soul Stones and Soul Techniques, it won’t be long before he breaks through to the Power Realm. Even strong opponents from the Spirit Wisdom Realm would find it difficult to kill him.”
“Uh… is this blind trust?” The Drunkard was speechless; how could this logic hold? Facing opponents two major realms higher was definitely not something ordinary!
“It’s intuition,” Zhao Yu said with a faint smile, her gaze fixed intently on the Drunkard.
That kind of gaze made even the Drunkard feel a chill in his heart.
What immense hatred!
"I just want to ask, back then, why did you abandon me?" Zhao Yu fixed her eyes on the Drunkard, her voice harsh and deliberate.
"Should we wait until you see your mother?" The Drunkard's face was filled with bitterness.
"No, I want to know now. I grew up in the Sui Kingdom, in the Zhao Family. They thought I didn’t know, but in reality, I remember every single word from the letters left to me back then. This woman, Su Yu, born in Eryuan City, was taken in by kind-hearted people who raised her. One day, she will surely repay their kindness!"
Tears welled up in Zhao Yu's eyes as she continued, "Every night, I would wonder what Eryuan City was like and what my biological parents looked like. It wasn’t until the Cloud Spirit Sect was destroyed and I fled to Jinling City that I first heard the term Eryuan City. Without any hesitation, I rushed over."
"Now, please give me an answer: why did you abandon me back then?"
Tears streamed down Zhao Yu's face as she sobbed violently, yet her eyes remained fixed on the Drunkard, demanding an answer—she had to have one!
Zhao Yu's stubbornness was not something an ordinary woman could compare to.
The Drunkard sighed deeply and sat down heavily in a chair. He flipped his hand over, revealing a wine jug that appeared out of nowhere. He gulped down a few mouthfuls and shook his head. "If it weren't for desperate circumstances, who would easily abandon their own daughter? Your mother had only you as a child; these years have been quite hard for her. She worked day and night managing Fuyuan Trading Company’s affairs. In Eryuan City, the name of the Third Boss was even more renowned than mine as the Second Boss or your Big Uncle Big Boss. We all knew she had to do that to distract herself from thinking about you."
"Back then, Fuyuan Trading Company wasn't as powerful as it is now; there were still two other Merchant Guilds competing with us. To fight for the top position, the three Merchant Guilds engaged in fierce battles. One day, the other two Merchant Guilds united against us. Caught off guard by a large number of strong opponents, our Su Family had no choice but to flee, and your mother could only leave you in Jinling City."
"Later on, we gathered our strength and repelled those two Merchant Guilds. Your mother searched for you frantically and trained like a madwoman for three years. For some reason, her talent for cultivation was terrifying; within three years, she reached a high level of Spirit Wisdom Realm and led us to completely annihilate those two Merchant Guilds."
A nostalgic expression appeared on the Drunkard's face as if that tumultuous period was when he truly felt alive. The battles filled with blood and sand, cunning calculations, and desperate counterattacks—Fuyuan Trading Company's history was not smooth but filled with inspiring legends at every turn.
Zhao Yu wiped her tears and quietly listened, seemingly immersed in that piece of history.
"Later on, we spent countless efforts searching for you, scouring every corner of Eryuan City. Many came pretending to be you, but the real you was nowhere to be found. Your mother was deeply sorrowful, only able to alleviate her longing and guilt through a busy life."
"When I first saw you, I felt an undeniable connection. You look almost exactly like your mother did when she was young. There are many people in this world who resemble each other, but to look as if carved from the same mold is something else entirely. Only blood can create such a likeness."
The Drunkard looked at Zhao Yu as if he were seeing Sister Three from back then, almost creating an illusion that the person before him was that unfortunate Sister Three!
After a long pause, Zhao Yu's expression remained calm as she asked, "You've told me so much, but why haven't you mentioned my father?"
The Drunkard's face changed slightly, as if recalling something terrifying. He quickly shook his head and said, "You should ask your mother about your father; I'm not very clear on that matter either."
"Stop lying. You know everything. When you lie, your eyes shift slightly to the right. Do you think I can't see that?" Zhao Yu was sharp-witted and observant; the Drunkard indeed had that habit.
"You truly are your mother's daughter. It's only natural for someone as clever as her to have a smart daughter like you," the Drunkard said helplessly.
Zhao Yu did not press further; she fixed her gaze on the Drunkard, refusing to look away until she received an answer.
The Drunkard felt immense pressure.
"Yuer, regarding your father, I have just one request as your uncle," the Drunkard said earnestly while looking at Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu frowned and replied, "A request? What is it?"
"Even if you don't ask, I would still tell you: never mention your father in front of your mother; it would only cause her pain," the Drunkard sighed. His expression had calmed somewhat, but the fear lurking deep in his eyes did not escape Zhao Yu's notice.
"Why?"
"Back then, your mother was stunningly beautiful, a true beauty, just like you are now. And your father was an exceptionally talented individual, reaching the terrifying Human Soul Realm at just eighteen. His achievements became legendary in the Ling Sheng Dynasty. It was precisely because of your father's strength that the Fuyuan Trading Company was able to establish itself and thrive." The Drunkard's face showed a hint of excitement, while Zhao Yu couldn't help but be amazed; an Eighth Rank Soul Realm Expert at eighteen was unprecedented in the entire Soul World.
"What happened next?" Zhao Yu's interest grew, and her negative emotions began to dissipate with the mention of such a talented father.
The Drunkard's expression suddenly darkened, joy turning into fear. He painfully closed his eyes and took several swigs of strong liquor, the sharp taste seeming to dull some of his pain.
Seeing the Drunkard's demeanor, Zhao Yu felt a sinking sensation in her heart. "Could it be that my father was killed by some powerful enemy? That can't be true; if that were the case, the Fuyuan Trading Company wouldn't still exist. It also can't be that he betrayed my mother; otherwise, you wouldn't have shown such pride."
"You're not wrong; neither is possible," the Drunkard said with a bitter smile. "It's precisely because neither is true that we live in deep fear."
The Drunkard recalled that day’s scene, still haunted by it. If it weren't for needing to explain things to Zhao Yu so she could acknowledge her heritage and avoid bringing up painful memories in front of her mother, he wouldn't have dared touch upon that terrifying recollection himself.
"That day, your uncle and I, along with your parents, went into the mountains to hunt for game. With your father's strength, he was nearly invincible in the Ling Sheng Dynasty; even powerful beasts didn't intimidate him. But then something unexpected happened on our way back."
The Drunkard closed his eyes, his eyelids and jaw quivering slightly, followed by his entire body shaking!
As a Spirit Realm Expert, how could he be so shaken by a mere memory?
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