Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 522 Seeing Through Identity
"Greetings, Senior Fei!"

At this moment, upon seeing that the Mahayana patriarchs of the thirteen clans of Tianyuan had arrived, the four guest elders of Yuncheng bowed and their expressions softened.

Not only that, the other Saint-level beings who were originally in the private rooms on the third floor also flew out of the room and paid their respects as juniors.

Nie Zhaonan's gaze swept across the room and he was immediately struck by the old man in the green robe who had been sizing him up earlier.

"Senior Fei, how did you get back to Yun City? Weren't you supposed to be in seclusion?" The person who asked the question was not Xiao Buyi, but a strange man who emerged from the private room. He was a peak Nascent Soul cultivator with dark green markings on his face and wearing an unknown animal skin robe.

"So it's Nephew Hei, you're here too? Never mind, I'm too lazy to ask about your affairs. I originally appeared in Yun City because of the recent offensive by the Horned Chi Clan. But now I'm here entirely because of Fellow Daoist Tu." The young man glanced at the strange man and sighed.

At this moment, the silver-robed man standing next to the youth saw that the purple beast was in a black cage and bound by a thin rope, and his gaze became unusually gloomy.

Then, the person's figure flickered, and he disappeared from the spot with a flash of silver light.

The next moment, a flash of light appeared on the platform, and the silver-robed man silently emerged.

"Senior, you..." Xiao Buyi, who was standing on the stage, was startled when he saw the silver-robed man appear so close to him and couldn't help but ask.

"Get out of here!" But the silver-robed man, who was still furious, had no intention of saying another word to him. With an impatient shout, he flicked his sleeve at Xiao Buyi.

Faced with such an indiscriminate attack, Xiao Buyi was naturally shocked and furious. He subconsciously took a deep breath, and a layer of blue light immediately appeared on his body as he prepared to take the blow head-on.

With a deafening roar, the old man's body trembled with a chaotic aura, and he stumbled back seven or eight steps before finally losing his footing and nearly falling off the stage.

The old man and the other three, who were the culprits, were also startled when they saw the silver-robed man walking directly towards them. They were so frightened that they took several steps back and moved away.

But the man in silver robes ignored the four of them and walked a few steps to the cage, reaching out with both hands.

After two loud bangs, he grabbed the cage with both hands and then pulled hard.

A flash of inspiration followed, and a muffled sound rang out as the seemingly extraordinary black cage was torn apart.

The broken cage and the small animal fell from the sky at the same time.

Before the cage even hit the ground, it disintegrated into two black clumps and disappeared.

The little beast let out a few joyful whimpers before the silver-robed man grabbed it from thin air.

The little beast nestled in the silver-robed man's arms and nuzzled his head affectionately a few times.

"Hmph, instead of staying in your cave, you dared to run to the sea on your own. You must have suffered quite a bit now. Tell me, who captured you?" The silver-robed man first affectionately stroked the little beast's head, then his voice suddenly turned cold as he asked.

Upon hearing this, the four elderly men nearby paled and exchanged bewildered glances, all seeing fear in the eyes of the others.

This little beast was captured by the four of them together and brought to this auction.

Otherwise, given their status as guest elders in Yuncheng, they wouldn't have appeared here so easily.

At this moment, the small purple beast stared at the old man with a hateful gaze, pointing one of its small paws at the four of them, while making low growls as if it were telling the silver-robed man something.

"What? He dared to torture you! Fine, very well, the four of you will pay with your lives."

The silver-robed man listened to only two sentences before a ferocious look appeared on his face. Suddenly, an astonishingly fierce aura burst forth from his body. With a twitch of his shoulder, one of his arms flashed and reached straight for the long-bearded old man.

With a crisp snap, the silver-robed man, who was clearly more than ten feet away from the old man, suddenly had his arm grow larger and his five fingers flashing with silver light, and he was suddenly in front of the old man's face.

The attack was so fast that it arrived almost instantly.

At the same time, a terrifying spiritual pressure made it almost impossible for the old man to breathe.

"Not good!" Even though the old man had been on guard, he never expected the attack to be so fierce.

Before he could even open his mouth, a cyan bead shot out and struck the opponent's five fingers. At the same time, he activated a spell he had prepared beforehand, and his body suddenly blurred, with three different colored light screens appearing in front of him.

But the next moment, the old man's soul flew away again.

Before the cyan bead could unleash its power, a flash of silver light appeared, and the bead instantly shattered into pieces, beyond repair.

Almost simultaneously, five fingers grabbed the light screen.

All I heard was a 'puff puff' sound

With three muffled thuds, the three layers of light barrier were instantly torn apart, and five silver rays flashed, covering the old man's entire head.

Even if the old man possessed a thousand skills, he wouldn't have had a chance to use them in the blink of an eye.

The old man's face turned deathly pale.

But in that instant, a faint voice rang out in the hall.

"Fellow Daoist Tu, please show mercy. Don't forget what you promised me."

Before the words were finished, another seemingly ordinary hand suddenly emerged from the void, and with a single wave, it deflected the five silver rays.

Then, the surrounding space fluctuated, and the figure of the young man surnamed Fei appeared between the old man and the man in the silver robe.

"Hmph, although I promised you I wouldn't kill anyone here, I never said I'd let them go so easily." The silver-robed man was quite wary of the young man surnamed Fei. After his first attack failed, he didn't attack again, but his gaze was unusually gloomy as he spoke.

“Of course. Since the four of them offended your daughter, they may be spared the death penalty, but some punishment is still necessary,” the silver-robed youth said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, a huge weight was lifted from the hearts of the four old men. With Senior Youfei here, their lives were safe.

These four individuals are all Saint-level beings, but they are also more aware of the vast difference between Mahayana and Integration stages.

Once one enters the Mahayana realm, the difference in supernatural powers between the two is far beyond the mere difference between the Void Refinement and Body Integration realms.

Under normal circumstances, several top-level Void Refinement cultivators working together can fight against a single early-stage Integration cultivator.

However, even if several top-tier Nascent Soul cultivators were to face a single early-stage Mahayana cultivator, they would only have the option of fleeing in disarray.

"Alright, I'll give Brother Fei face and spare their lives, but this man tortured my daughter on the road. He may be spared the death penalty, but he won't escape punishment." The silver-robed man was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered.

Then his arm moved strangely again, and with a snap of his five fingers, he slashed at the old man with lightning speed.

A flash of silver light, and before the old man could react, a cool sensation ran down his arm as it slashed down from nowhere.

At the same time, a large amount of blood gushed out. The old man was shocked and before he could save himself, a figure flashed in front of him, and the young man surnamed Fei appeared mysteriously to his side, gently patting his severed arm with one hand.

A bright green light shone forth, and the bleeding from the old man's severed arm immediately stopped. The wound healed and closed up at a speed visible to the naked eye amidst the flashes of light.

Before the old man, his face ashen, could say anything more, the young man surnamed Fei waved his hand and said calmly:
"Now that Brother Tu has punished you, he will not lay a hand on you or the others."

"But this matter cannot be settled so easily. I don't care what methods you four use, whether it's borrowing or robbing! Each of you must immediately hand over one hundred million spirit stones as a gift to comfort Fellow Daoist Tu's daughter."

"If you are unwilling, then each of you should cut off another arm."

Upon hearing this, the four old men breathed a sigh of relief.

If such a huge grudge could be resolved with just 100 million spirit stones, that would be something we would be very happy to do.

Otherwise, even if the four of them are currently safe, they can't stay hidden in Cloud City forever while being watched by a Mahayana cultivator.

So the old man and the other three got together without any objection, and after some scraping together, they actually managed to put together four bags of spirit stones, which they then respectfully handed to the young man surnamed Fei.

With the mediation of the young man surnamed Fei, the silver-robed man made another harsh statement to the four old men, and after taking the spirit stones, the feud was settled.

Finally, the man in the silver robe sighed softly and said to the young man:

“This time, I was able to find my beloved daughter thanks to Brother Fei’s help. I will remember this kindness and repay it in the future. However, my wife is still at home waiting for news of my daughter, so I will not stay here any longer.”

After the man-faced dragon finished speaking, he clasped his hands together and prepared to take his leave.

"Brother Tu, please wait. There is another fellow Daoist present here, whom I believe you are also very interested in," the young man surnamed Fei suddenly said.

Upon hearing this, the silver-robed man was slightly taken aback. He glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on Nie Zhaonan.

Although Nie Zhaonan concealed his true appearance with illusion magic, he was, after all, only a Nascent Soul cultivator, and it was naturally impossible for him to deceive two Mahayana cultivators.

"So Brother Fei is referring to you, fellow Daoist. I have long heard of your great name, and seeing you today is truly extraordinary." The silver-robed man looked at Nie Zhaonan with a smile on his face, but in his heart he was extremely shocked.

He knew perfectly well that Nie Zhaonan had already advanced to the Integration stage, but in his eyes, Nie Zhaonan was merely a ninth-level Upper Clan cultivator. Even with his powerful cultivation, he couldn't see the slightest flaw in him.

"Fellow Daoist Tu, you flatter me. Your origins as one of the eight great spirit beasts of the Spirit Realm are indeed extraordinary," Nie Zhaonan said in a calm tone.

As he spoke, the man in the green robe who had been looking at him earlier was now filled with extreme horror.

The man in the green robe never expected that Nie Zhaonan, whom he wanted to learn about, was actually someone who could associate with a Mahayana powerhouse.

A cold sweat broke out on his back. Luckily, he hadn't acted rashly, or he might not have even known how he died.

"Fellow Daoist, you have come to my Cloud City in disguise. May I ask what brings you here?" The young man surnamed Fei asked with a somewhat serious expression.

"Fellow Daoist Fei, rest assured, I have no connection with the Horned Chi Clan. I'm only here to see if I can find some opportunities; otherwise, I wouldn't have participated in this auction," Nie Zhaonan said simply.

"Fellow Daoist, have your eye on something at the auction?" The young man surnamed Fei's expression shifted. "Given your status, there's no need to waste time here. How about this, Fellow Daoist, just tell me what you need. All the cultivators of the Thirteen Clans of Tianyun will bring it to me."

"Yes!" The thirteen clan cultivators in the hall naturally agreed in unison, as did the Saint-level beings floating in the air.

"Very well, then thank you for your kindness, Fellow Daoist Fei."

Nie Zhaonan thanked him, then with a flick of his shoulder, his figure vanished from its original spot and reappeared on the stage. He then spoke calmly and slowly:

"Rest assured, I will not let you fellow cultivators suffer any losses. I have a considerable number of rare spiritual herbs, and I have a full range of elixirs for those below the mid-stage of the Integration Realm. If you need any top-grade spiritual wood, that is also available."

Nie Zhaonan's words caused both the young man surnamed Fei and the man in the silver robe to twitch their faces.

The other cultivators in the hall could only express their horror in silence.

Upon seeing this, Nie Zhaonan chuckled, and a cyan jade slip appeared.

Then, a flash of inspiration struck, and a beam of cyan light shot out from the jade slip, spreading upwards and revealing densely packed silver ancient characters.

There were actually more than thirty different kinds of treasures!

"Azure Blood Fruit, Earth Yin Crystal, Snow Spirit Grass."

As the young man surnamed Fei gazed at the names of the items on the light screen and silently recited them, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Not only the young man surnamed Fei, but everyone else who saw the ancient texts on the screen also stirred up a commotion.

After a long while, no one spoke.

These materials are all rare finds in the spirit world, and some of them are even unheard of by the saint-level beings present.

The silver-robed man beside him looked at the name of an item in his field of vision, his gaze flickering with uncertainty.

"I only have one thousand-year-old Snow Spirit Grass. I wonder if I could exchange it for a spiritual pill to enhance my cultivation?" A beautiful female cultivator in the air spoke up, asking somewhat uncertainly.

After all, anyone with a little knowledge would understand that Nie Zhaonan collected these treasures for alchemy.

Although Snow Spirit Grass is extremely rare, its thousand-year age is not enough to be used to refine high-grade elixirs.

Nie Zhaonan's eyes lit up, but he didn't agree immediately:
"If the Snow Spirit Grass is well preserved and intact, I don't mind spending a little effort to cultivate it."

"Of course, such a precious item as Snow Spirit Grass was handled with utmost care when I collected it, and there was absolutely no damage." The female cultivator couldn't wait to shake her embroidered handkerchief, and a wooden box flew out from it.

Seeing the wooden box flying towards him, Nie Zhaonan raised his hand and the box landed steadily in his hand.

Then, with a flash of spiritual light at his fingertips, Nie Zhaonan pointed at the wooden box in his hand, and the lid opened by itself.

Others could only see a flash of white light emerging from it.

After looking at the contents of the box, Nie Zhaonan nodded in satisfaction. He flipped his hand and unceremoniously put the contents away. When he turned his hand back over, he had a pill bottle in his hand.

The female cultivator couldn't take her eyes off the pill bottle.

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