Cultivation System: Stronger with Age

Not long after, Lin Xuankong and Han Feiyan were already standing before a spacious stone building. This building had about twenty rooms and was exquisitely constructed, looking much better than the makeshift stone buildings Lin Xuankong and his companions usually put together. Above the main entrance hung a wooden plaque with seven large characters: "Ba City Ye Family Trading Post."

In over a dozen rooms, various Martial Cultivators were seated, engaged in transactions with their peers... The mysterious Female Martial Cultivator had slaughtered most of the Tier Three Demons in the Demon-Suppressing Valley. Meanwhile, these Martial Cultivators from different gathering points had hunted Tier Two and Tier One Demons and were now trading them here.

"Your friend is quite the moneymaker, setting up a stone building here without any upfront costs and simply collecting transaction fees," Lin Xuankong remarked.

Han Feiyan smiled. "My good friend Ye Kai is talented, but he's too fixated on money to focus much on Cultivation. Otherwise, he would've reached the Late Stage of the fourth level by now!"

"Big-faced Yan, talking behind my back again! How do you know I don't focus on Cultivation? Let's talk about this once you've surpassed my Realm!" From the main entrance, a man in a green robe stepped out, fanning himself and looking at Han Feiyan. This man appeared to be thirty-three or thirty-four years of age, with a black mole at the corner of his eye. He was short and stout, dressed in fine clothes, and followed by two tall Martial Artists. Ye Kai looked more like a merchant than a Martial Cultivator.

Han Feiyan raised a thick eyebrow. "No time for idle talk. This is Brother Lin, and I've brought him here. Let's discuss business inside!"

She dared not waste Master Lin's time...

Seeing the usually playful Han Feiyan so serious, Ye Kai couldn't help but scrutinize Lin Xuankong for a moment. Then, he cupped his hands in a salute and led the two up to the second floor of the stone building.

Upon reaching the second floor, Han Feiyan retrieved a teapot. She served Lin Xuankong, who was seated at the table, a full cup first, then poured tea for Ye Kai and herself.

Seeing her show such respect to Lin Xuankong, Ye Kai's eyes flashed with curiosity. In Ba City, the Han Family and the Ye Family were both prominent families. Han Feiyan's abilities were far below his as the Ye Family's Second-in-Command, but she was a talented junior of the Han Family with formidable prowess. Anyone she showed such respect to was certainly no ordinary person.

So, he cupped his hands toward Lin Xuankong and got straight to the point. "Brother Lin, you're interested in learning our Ye Family's Blood-Burning Secret Technique?"

Lin Xuankong nodded. "Indeed. Name your price, Boss Ye."

Ye Kai frowned for a moment. "While the Blood-Burning Secret Technique isn't our Ye Family's Core Technique, it is an extremely important Minor Secret Technique. When our family ancestors acquired it, they spent a considerable sum—over ten thousand taels of gold—to buy it at an auction..."

As Ye Kai was speaking, Han Feiyan frowned and began coughing lightly.

Seeing this, Ye Kai's expression shifted, and he smiled. "Of course, since Brother Lin is a friend of Feiyan, I can't sell it at the original price. How about a twenty percent discount? Eight thousand taels of gold..."

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH," Han Feiyan coughed even harder.

Han Feiyan wasn't worried that Lin Xuankong couldn't afford this sum. With the items Lin Xuankong possessed, even a tiny fraction would be enough to buy things worth tens of thousands of gold taels. But she had clearly told Ye Kai beforehand that this Brother Lin was a significant figure, and Ye Kai should seize this opportunity to cultivate a connection. Why was Ye Kai still so fixated on silver? Building a good relationship with Master Lin was worth far more than any amount of silver!

Seeing Han Feiyan like this, Ye Kai couldn't help but frown. As someone who prioritized earning resources for his family, what mattered most to him were tangible benefits. Regarding Han Feiyan's claims about Brother Lin's importance, how significant could he be? Could he be more influential than those ranked in the top ten of the Hero List? He hadn't even heard of anyone named Lin in the top thirty...

Lin Xuankong didn't think eight thousand taels of gold was expensive. But he didn't have any gold on him; covered by his long robe, the Ghost Frog Pouch he carried was filled with hard currency... far more valuable than gold!

At this moment, seeing Ye Kai speaking in such a manner, he said, "Then eight thousand taels of gold it is. However, I don't have any gold on hand..."

Hearing this, Ye Kai frowned. He glanced at Lin Xuankong, his eyes lingering on the ordinary Python Skin Robe he wore. "No silver, then? But you must have other items, right? Such as Demon Flesh?"

As he spoke, his tone had already turned three parts colder.

Lin Xuankong asked, "How many jin of Marsh Python Flesh would it take to buy the Secret Manual?"

Ye Kai raised his eyebrows and said, "Tier One Marsh Python Flesh has recently been trading on Luoxia Slope at a price of four taels of gold per jin. For eight thousand taels, that would be two thousand jin. Tier Two Marsh Python Flesh has recently been trading at eight taels of gold per jin. One thousand jin of Tier Two Marsh Python Flesh would be eight thousand taels!"

Hearing this, Lin Xuankong was somewhat surprised. He couldn't help but calculate silently. In his Ghost Frog Pouch, he had over 30,000 jin of Tier Three Marsh Python Flesh and well over 100,000 jin of Tier Two Marsh Python Flesh. Initially, he had found the Tier Two Marsh Python Flesh to be a nuisance, taking up space in his two Ghost Frog Pouches. He hadn't expected that Tier Two Marsh Python Flesh, so abundant in this Demon-Suppressing Valley, would actually be this valuable!

Considering how expensive Tier Two Marsh Python Flesh was, he pondered how much silver's worth of food he consumed daily by eating eight to nine hundred jin of Tier Three Marsh Python Flesh. How many baked wheat cakes would that equate to each day?

At this moment, seeing Lin Xuankong's silence, Ye Kai couldn't help but frown. Big-faced Yan said this Brother Lin was a significant figure, but it doesn't look like he's all that impressive! Nowadays, on Luoxia Slope, which of the powerful and well-connected figures doesn't carry several thousand jin of Demon Flesh on them!