My Sexy CEO Wife-Chapter 252 - 251: Elysium

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In the Primordial Era, Elysium was engulfed in chaos. The Human Race, the Demon Race, and the Demon Clan fought ferociously against one another. That era was written in blood—an epoch of rivers of blood and widespread wailing, with countless deaths.

Later, the leaders of the three great Races came together for negotiations, which altered the current state of Elysium, stabilizing it.

Based on strength, territories were divided. At that time, the Human Race was the strongest, so they received the most territory, while the Demon Race was slightly less formidable and received a somewhat smaller share. The Demon Clan was the weakest and thus got the least territory.

On the surface, all seemed calm, but beneath, the struggle did not cease.

To expand their territories and compete for cultivation resources, the Demon Clan and the Demon Race banded together to oppose the Human Race, causing the Humans considerable harm. Of course, the Demon Clan and the Demon Race also suffered greatly under the Humans' counterattacks.

The three great Races fought for hundreds of thousands of years without a decisive victory.

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Elysium was indeed a paradise for cultivators, rich in cultivation resources, full of dense Spiritual Energy, with common treasures and even Spiritual Treasures. As long as one was willing to diligently cultivate, one could achieve considerable success.

Of course, personal talent also mattered; some were born unsuitable for cultivation, and no amount of effort could help, while others had outstanding talent, cultivating quickly and reaching great heights.

People differ, and comparing oneself to others can be infuriating indeed!

In this world, absolute fairness was elusive.

If you wanted fairness, you had to fight for it with your own hands. Elysium was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. If you didn't want to be bullied, you needed to become strong! Once you became a mighty one, it would be you who bullied others; others wouldn't dare attempt to bully you.

In Human Territory, there were many Sects, both strong and weak. The powerful Sects were known as "super sects," while the weaker ones were called "minor sects." The super sects occupied vast territories and had abundant cultivation resources, while the minor sects held little land and had very scarce resources.

Many wished to join a super sect to cultivate, but entry was strict, requiring a series of assessments. Only those who passed could enter; the others were sent away without mercy.

The requirements for entering a minor sect were much laxer, but... the cultivation resources in minor sects were scarcity, and rising up within one was extremely difficult. Most of their disciples were fated to do menial tasks.

One thing worth mentioning: Desert City was a city where cultivators and mortals lived together, with mortals accounting for seventy percent of the population and cultivators the minority. The two sides coexisted peacefully, with few disputes.

Long before, the Human Emperor had issued a decree that cultivators must not bully mortals, with violators subject to execution without mercy. After this decree was issued, cultivators restrained themselves considerably, no longer daring to wantonly oppress mortals.

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In a guest room.

Gao Fei sat in a chair with furrowed brows, sighing, his mood very irritable.

In recent days, Gao Fei had searched all the Spiritual Medicine shops in Desert City but failed to find any Spiritual Medicine that could repair his Dantian.

"Don't lose heart. Keep searching, and you'll eventually find it." The voice of Xuan Jizi resounded in his mind.

"Time is what I lack most right now," Gao Fei sighed. "I can't stay here forever. There are my parents, lover, and friends waiting for me outside. I can't just abandon them." He paused before continuing, "Coming to Elysium, I wanted to cultivate, but I also hoped to find some life-extending Spiritual Medicine for my parents. Now, I'm trapped here with no idea when I can return.

If it takes too long, I worry something might happen to them."

"This is indeed a problem," Xuan Jizi nodded slightly. "You may be able to wait, but your parents cannot! In my opinion, you should find a spell to repair your Dantian and practice it."

"I'll start looking tomorrow."

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A silent night passed.

The next morning, Gao Fei, neatly dressed, left the inn with steady steps. He turned left and right through the streets until he entered a shop that specialized in Cultivate Immortality Manuals.

"Good day, kind sir," greeted a man with a large belly as he quickly approached.

"I'm looking to buy a manual."

"Feel free to browse and choose. My store has everything you could need."

"Are they all for repairing the Dantian?"

"Repairing the Dantian?" The man with the big belly blinked in surprise.

Gao Fei sighed, "I'll be honest with you. My Dantian has been damaged. I initially sought Spiritual Medicine for repair, but they are so hard to find. Now, I must resort to another method…"

"I'm very sorry," the big-bellied man shook his head. "I don't have any manuals for repairing the Dantian here."

"None at all?" A flicker of disappointment crossed Gao Fei's face. "Do you know where I might find one?"

The man continued to shake his head, "The whole Desert City doesn't have any for sale."

"What about other places?" Gao Fei asked, not ready to give up.

"Let me be honest with you. Manuals related to the Dantian are tightly held by the various Sects, never to be revealed to outsiders."

"Why is that?"

"The Dantian is the lifeblood of a cultivator. 'Cultivate Immortality' means cultivating the Dantian. As the Dantian grows, so does the cultivator's power. Conversely, if the Dantian is damaged, their power weakens. To put it simply, the methods of Dantian cultivation are the secret essence of each Sect, never to be divulged."

"Is it really so difficult?"

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"Tough! Much tougher than you imagined!"

"If that's the case... then I'll just keep looking for spiritual medicine," Gao Fei sighed.

"I don't mean to discourage you," the potbellied man said, "but the spiritual medicine needed to repair a dantian is extremely precious.

It hardly ever appears on the market, and even if it does by chance, it's quickly snatched up by some influential figures." At this point, the potbellied man paused for a moment, "So you see, your quest to find the spiritual medicine to repair your dantian is very difficult, as tough as reaching the heavens."

"...You have indeed discouraged me." Gao Fei felt very despondent.

"Er..." The potbellied man pondered for a moment: "I have a method... that might be able to help you..."

Gao Fei's eyes lit up: "What method?"

"Hehe." The potbellied man grinned, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth, "I am a merchant and never engage in a losing trade." After saying this, the potbellied man held up two fingers and pinched them together: "You should understand what I mean, right?"

"I understand," Gao Fei nodded, "Don't worry, as long as you can help me, I will definitely thank you generously."

The potbellied man blinked his small eyes and asked in a mercenary tone, "How do you plan to thank me? Don't think I'm greedy for profit, I just want to make it clear."

"I can give you silver."

"I don't lack silver."

"Then I'll give you gold."

"I also don't lack gold."

"What do you want then?"

"Spirit stones," the potbellied man said, "Give me spirit stones, and I'll help you."

Spirit stones? Gao Fei frowned, "I'm sorry, I don't have any spirit stones on me."

"In that case, I am sorry," the potbellied man shook his head, "You can leave. Don't waste my time here." The fellow turned face so quickly, he was truly straightforward—such was the true face of a merchant, undoubtedly mercenary.

Gao Fei stared at the potbellied man, "Can you really help me?"

"I have one good quality, and that is never to boast," the potbellied man waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, hurry up and leave."

"Swoosh!"

With a flick of his wrist, Gao Fei produced a longsword from his palm, its chill penetrating, "I don't have spirit stones, but I have this." After Huyan Wudi died, the longsword had come into Gao Fei's possession.

"A treasure?" The potbellied man's eyes suddenly shone, "And the quality looks quite good too! Do you plan to exchange it for my method?"

"Is that okay?"

"Yes, of course it's okay! Come, let's sit down and talk slowly."

Once Gao Fei took out the longsword, the potbellied man immediately changed his tune by 180 degrees, his face breaking into a smile, and he was brimming with enthusiasm. Not only did he invite Gao Fei to sit down, he even personally brewed a hot cup of tea for him.

"Tell me your method," Gao Fei said, "If your method really can help me, the longsword is yours."

"Mhm, here's the thing," the potbellied man cleared his throat, "I've heard that Tianyang Sect is going to open their mountain gates and recruit disciples in a month's time. You still have time to get there, and if you're lucky enough to enter Tianyang Sect, not only can you solve your problem, but you might also rise to great heights."

"Tianyang Sect?" Gao Fei furrowed his brows, "What's Tianyang Sect?"

"Eh?" The potbellied man was taken aback, "No way, you don't know Tianyang Sect?"

Gao Fei shook his head, "No, I don't."

"I am astounded!" The potbellied man pursed his lips, "Now, I'm beginning to wonder if you've come out of some remote, deep forest..."

"Your guess is not wrong; I did come out of a remote, deep forest," Gao Fei nodded.

"..." The potbellied man was momentarily speechless.

"From what you're saying, Tianyang Sect is famous?"

"Famous? It's extremely famous," the potbellied man said animatedly, "Tianyang Sect used to be a super-sect. Even the Emperor would have to show them respect. It's just that they encountered some events later on that led to a great loss in strength, and now they are a second-rate sect. Even so, nobody dares to underestimate Tianyang Sect."

"Go on," Gao Fei listened patiently.

The potbellied man took a sip of his tea and smacked his lips, "Although Tianyang Sect is in decline, they still have very strict recruitment practices. They take on disciples only once every ten years, and each time, they only accept three hundred—no more, no less."

"That strict?"

"They used to be a super-sect, so of course their standards are high," the potbellied man explained.

"But you already said 'used to be.' Now Tianyang Sect is in decline," Gao Fei countered.

"Haven't you heard the saying, 'A skinny camel is still larger than a horse'? Even in decline, they are not someone you can offend easily. Let me tell you, there are plenty of people who want to join Tianyang Sect. Heck, even I wanted to join, but what a pity; my talent wasn't sufficient, and they wouldn't accept me," the potbellied man sighed.