Chapter 540: Chapter 483: Do You Have Any Elders Who Are Tired of Living?

"In your family, is there a Transcendence Realm cultivator who’s tired of living?"

At this moment, Xia Wuyou, the current Sect Leader of Nanli Sword Studio, had a strange expression, a bit incredulous, but then looked at the person speaking and felt somewhat relieved.

Daring to burst into someone’s sect and ask the sect leader such a question face-to-face, in the vast Cultivator Realm, seems like there’s only one person bold enough to do so.

Especially since Han Yu asked with a completely serious face, not at all like he was joking.

This caused Xia Wuyou a headache. If anyone else had asked him this question, he would have slapped them long ago.

"Do you even hear what you’re saying?"

Just that one sentence, and it wouldn’t be unjust to say you’re here to cause trouble.

Seeing the constantly changing expressions on the other person’s face, Han Yu was also quite helpless. After running out of New Sea Stone City, he was also groping around aimlessly, and since Nanli Sword Studio was in the East Sea area, he might as well drop by for some help.

Xia Wuyou wasn’t particularly welcoming to him, because the disciples’ other courtyard was just recently rebuilt, and Han Yu’s reputation in the Nine Sects was terribly ruined.

It’s not about his character; it’s just that his bad luck brings calamity to others, whoever touches it will get into trouble.

It’s said that the Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect, who attempted a tribulation, had his Tribulation Thunder spread just because this guy was lying nearby, causing the destruction of the Divine Strategy Institute, and nearly wiped out the Great Elders of the other eight sects.

Afterward, the Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect even compensated himself to the Inspectorate.

It’s downright spooky!

"Rumors can’t be trusted lightly."

Han Yu suddenly spoke up.

Xia Wuyou’s face was utterly surprised, "You can tell what I’m thinking?"

"I can’t."

Han Yu shook his head with a dark face, he naturally wasn’t that capable, and as to why he could guess, it was only because the guy in front of him practically had disdain written all over his face.

Xia Wuyou coughed dryly in embarrassment and changed the topic.

"I heard from my martial uncle that you’ve already taken a step beyond the Realm of Transcendence, can I see it?"

In his life, he regarded the sword as the ultimate, and the Sword Dao was a path of bravery and progress. However, he was always trapped in the Realm of Transcendence, as if he were in a cage, unable to escape.

"This guy is extremely into the Sword Dao, maybe he’ll find it easier to ascend to the divine seat than that Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect. Why don’t you show him a move or two, maybe it will inspire him, and it would be forming a good relationship."

The Artifact Spirit suddenly laughed mischievously.

This is just a casual matter, just showing a move or two.

Hearing this, Han Yu immediately released the domain of Fire Divine Power, turning the area within a mile into a sea of fire.

Xia Wuyou’s face changed; this power was simply beyond his ability to resist, even attempting to fend it off was wishful thinking.

And then, the newly rebuilt disciples’ courtyard was instantly roasted when the domain appeared.

"I get it, hurry up and retract it, retract it."

He shouted repeatedly, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

Even though Han Yu retracted it so quickly that it didn’t set the courtyard on fire, the fleeting domain still left the large courtyard, which had bamboo as its structure, charred black.

The immortal ambiance was gone, the freshness and elegance nowhere to be seen, and without repair, the disciples of Nanli Sword Studio would have to dwell in a dark room all day.

Xia Wuyou’s face turned exceedingly dark; indeed, it was a calamity. When I said show a move or two, I didn’t mean to set the house on fire!

This disciple courtyard hadn’t existed for a few days before it encountered another disaster. Knowing this, he should’ve just sent him off without saying more!

"How about this, if you have something to say, say it quickly. After it’s done, I won’t keep you for dinner."

Xia Wuyou spoke with a bitter smile.

"Well, I’m not joking, do you have a Transcendence Realm cultivator here who’s tired of living?"

Han Yu said as he took out the Fetus Falling Pill.

Fetus Falling Pill: When taken, it allows the user to shed a newborn body based on their own foundation. The aptitude of the new body is determined by their own foundation, with the new body randomly carrying an innate divine technique. Limited to Transcendence Realm and above for usage! Side effect: with the birth of a new body, the old body perishes.

Upon hearing the effects of the pill, Xia Wuyou’s expression changed, especially when combined with Han Yu’s repeated emphasis on "tired of living," his mouth twitched at the sight of the pill.

How desperate must one be to willingly swallow this thing!

He really wanted to ask Han Yu if he accidentally concocted a Poison Pill to make this bizarre thing.

As a Poison Pill, this pill is downright magical, the minimum requirement for taking it is the Realm of Transcendence, doesn’t that mean starting from the Realm of Transcendence it can kill?

What’s the point of the thing reborn out of it? Isn’t this more of a liability in terms of use?

Hey, wait, no!

Xia Wuyou’s expression suddenly became serious again, a life nurtured from one’s own foundation.

If a Transcendence Realm cultivator takes it, and the new life is based on his existing foundation, doesn’t that mean it’ll easily reach this realm in the future, especially with the support of his original base, doesn’t it have the potential to break through Transcendence Realm?

You’d also get an innate divine technique for free!

Or, if a more powerful cultivator takes it, how terrifying must the new life’s aptitude be!

For a sect, what’s more important than inheritance? Especially having a junior with terrifying talent and infinite potential, it’s enough to make a sect prosperous.

"How about this, I’ll keep the pill for now, and if any sect elder can’t endure anymore, I’ll use it."

Xia Wuyou thought it was a great plan, to save the pill for whenever a sect elder was on the verge of dying and earn a future mainstay for the sect for free.

Han Yu’s face instantly darkened as he replied, "You’re overthinking it. This pill expires in six days."

Here we go again, another pill that expires in a few days.

Xia Wuyou secretly criticized, who ever heard of pills expiring when they’re made by a good person?

If that’s the case, then this pill is actually a Poison Pill.

"You might as well throw it away then. If there was no time limit, I’d be willing to pay for it, and so would others in the Nine Sects."

"As for within six days, as far as I know, the Nine Sects are quite good at surviving."

Han Yu’s expression fell; this was just a mess.

If all of Central Continent doesn’t have anyone who can take the pill, he’ll have to dive back into the Endless Sea Domain.

"Do you think the Fifth Tower has someone who’s really fed up with life?"

Han Yu was unwilling to give up and turned his attention to Quan Xiaotong.

Xia Wuyou looked amused and started counting on his fingers, "Inspectorate’s Quan Xiaotong, Guardian Bureau’s Che Dapao, the Tower Masters of the other towers, and Ling Wuce. Who do you wish to die?"

Um...

Is the Fifth Tower really just that few?

Han Yu chuckled awkwardly, "Then forget it, I won’t bother them."

"So you’re bothering me?"

Hearing this, Xia Wuyou couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

Realizing he misspoke, Han Yu quickly retreated awkwardly, leaving Nanli Sword Studio in defeat.

...

Chicken Feather Gall was about to lose it; Liu Zongyuan really moved boldly into his yet-to-be-completed Guardian Mansion.

Logically, Liu Zongyuan’s friendliness and approachable demeanor, combined with having no other requirements besides waiting for Han Yu, shouldn’t have made him so anxious.

But Chicken Feather Gall was truly alarmed; it was Liu Zongyuan’s odd habits he couldn’t stand!

"How many lotuses did Han Yu give you?"

Liu Zongyuan eagerly turned his head to ask. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

How was Chicken Feather Gall supposed to answer? Tell him that Han Yu didn’t give any lotuses, only what came out of his own mouth?

"I won’t take yours, do you know what a Spiritual Treasure is?"

Liu Zongyuan squinted with interest and instinctively licked his lips.

Chicken Feather Gall, who didn’t even have a magical treasure, couldn’t possibly know what a Spiritual Treasure was.

After briefly explaining, Liu Zongyuan pulled out a vine.

"Is this a Spiritual Treasure?"

Chicken Feather Gall’s heart couldn’t help but race as he called out, his face flushing.

"Do I look like a fool?"

Liu Zongyuan shot him a glance; I’m just craving some of your lotuses to eat, but you want a Spiritual Treasure from me?

"This is a magical treasure that can grow; if you plant it near a spiritual vein for a thousand or so years, it might turn into a Spiritual Treasure."

Though it’s not a Spiritual Treasure, Liu Zongyuan reckoned that this little guy, who knew no better, wouldn’t be able to resist.

Exchanging spit for a magical treasure, especially one that could grow into a Spiritual Treasure, was surely worth it.

What’s there to consider, let’s do it.

"Before Han Yu arrives, I’ll give you a maximum of three lotuses per meal."

Chicken Feather Gall generously offered his price, considering it conscientious not to overfeed the guest.

A flash of joy appeared in Liu Zongyuan’s eyes, "It’s yours now."

Even after taking the vine from Liu Zongyuan’s hand, Chicken Feather Gall still couldn’t believe it; the deal was done.

Trading spit for a magical treasure!

In the Cultivator Realm, who could be more cunning than me!

Liu Zongyuan was equally satisfied; the foolish natives of Central Continent didn’t recognize a treasure. This healing White Lotus was a Divine Medicine, and the one he ate showed an immediate reaction.

That meant there were probably hidden injuries in his body he hadn’t discovered. How could a mere magical treasure be more important than his health?

Just checking for hidden injuries made the White Lotus incredibly valuable.

To exchange a magical treasure for such divine food was a huge win.

The two of them couldn’t help but share a knowing smile.

Mere magical treasure, humph humph!

Mere spit, humph humph!