Having finally arrived in Tianbang City, Ye Xiruo was quite frustrated that she couldn't even go out for a stroll. Her seventh brother, eldest brother, and second brother had abandoned her and left. What a heartless bunch!

Once she becomes powerful enough, she won't have to stay cooped up in her room like this anymore. Oh well, she should just focus on alchemy!

Xiu Qiyu, Zishu, and Sihao walked along the wide street. The ancient Tianbang City had long since become a true city, filled with restaurants, weapon shops, elixir shops, spice shops, and snack streets—everything imaginable, even down-to-earth street stalls. The three of them had no particular destination in mind; they simply came out to see what delicious food and spiritual herbs were available to bring back some for Xiaoyezi.

Zishu only focused on eating the whole way, Sihao hugged his sword and looked like a cool guy, and Xiu Qiyu waved his fan, which made his moon-like face and otherworldly temperament even more attractive. The number of people turning their heads to look at them along the way was frighteningly high. Fortunately, the three of them had strong mental fortitude and just accepted the attention.

While browsing, Zishu and Sihao would also keep an eye on the items on the street stalls, just in case they found something good.

Xiu Qiyu's dark eyes were also casually scanning the area, occasionally making a purchase of small trinkets. He would also buy some of the spiritual herbs that Bei Zishu had seen.

Suddenly, Xiu Qiyu's gaze fell upon something, and his heart was filled with a tremendous surge of emotion. That somewhat familiar black bead—wasn't it the one that Xiao Yezi had chosen from Jing Li's private treasury? Even the Palace Master didn't know the purpose of this dark bead and casually put it into his spatial storage. But beneath this dark object lay the lotus seed of the Seven-Colored Divine Lotus. This was a divine object, something that could only be encountered by chance.

Even if all I get in this Heavenly Ranking competition is this bead, I've already made a fortune.

Xiu Qiyu squatted down, casually flipping through the items on the stall. There was a tattered map and a piece of lapis lazuli, which was in decent condition but too small. Zishu was busy eating, wasn't he? He pointed to a few spiritual herbs at Xiu Qiyu and then continued eating.

After several transactions, Xiu Qiyu understood the rules here. There were indeed genuinely good items on the stalls, but they were rare. Consigning to large shops would incur hefty appraisal fees and a cut, leaving very little profit. Therefore, they preferred to set up stalls and sell directly, hoping to find a good buyer and sell more.

Xiu Qiyu pointed to the medicinal herb that Zishu had just pointed to and asked directly, "How much is it?"

"One hundred high-grade spirit stones."

Zishu, who was eating a steamed bun, gave him a "Are you kidding me?" look. Of the spiritual herbs here, only one was half-dead and was of grade six; the rest were grade five. They were relatively well-preserved, but the varieties were quite rare. Otherwise, who would give them a second glance?

"It's too expensive." Xiu Qiyu got up to leave.

Sure enough, the old man got anxious. These were all easy targets, and it would be such a waste to let them go like this. He reluctantly said, "The price is negotiable. Why don't you take a look at some other ones?"

Xiu Qiyu hesitated for a moment, glanced at the stall reluctantly, and quietly took a tattered map, a lapis lazuli, a travelogue, and that inconspicuous little black bead.

"That's a total of one hundred high-grade spirit stones."

The old man immediately put on a pained expression: "This is my family's heirloom treasure map. It was only partially damaged in an accident, but it is actually priceless."

Xiu Qiyu stood up, looking completely calm and collected. His expression clearly said, "You're right, but I don't believe a word you say."

"It's already a favor that the young master is willing to buy this junk, why are you talking nonsense? With a hundred high-grade spirit stones, I could buy so much food! Forget it!"

Xiu Qiyu took out 120 high-grade spirit stones from her spatial storage: "This is the highest price I can accept."

"Alright, young master, deal."

"Wait a minute."

Xiu Qiyu's ears twitched. He calmly put all the things he wanted into his spatial ring before turning around to see which fool had come to cause trouble.

"I'll offer three times the amount of spirit stones."

Xiu Qiyu, Zishu, and Sihao stared at the adorable little boy wrapped in a fur coat, with a pretty face, red lips, and white teeth, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"Little friend, where are your family? You're too late. The deal has already been made."

“But I have spirit stones.” The young boy still looked at Xiu Qiyu with a defiant expression.

"Oh." After Xiu Qiyu finished speaking, she didn't say anything more, but her expression clearly said, "So what?"

"Senior Brother, let's go."

This child, who appeared out of nowhere and whose background is unknown, was released at such a young age.

"Stop right there."

Xiu Qiyu continued walking forward, ignoring the somewhat unreasonable little guy.

However, unexpectedly, after taking only two steps, a faint sound, like wind cutting through space, came from behind. Xiu Qiyu almost instinctively dodged a few steps. The thin blade of light pierced directly into the spot where Xiu Qiyu had just stood, leaving a dark crack. One can imagine what the consequences would have been if this attack had landed on Xiu Qiyu.

Xiu Qiyu's eyes narrowed dangerously, with a white blizzard brewing in the air. A light-elemental being, so young yet possessing such abilities, truly remarkable. But using him to establish authority, Xiu Qiyu sneered, knowing there would be a price to pay.

Xiu Qiyu's figure almost transformed into a gust of wind, appearing directly behind the boy. Her right hand, envied by countless men and women, gently gripped his slender neck like a perfect work of art.

The face that was as radiant as moonlight was now covered with frost, and the person whose life and death were in their own hands had eyes full of resentment.

Xiu Qiyu's eyes darkened. Keeping someone like this around would only bring trouble sooner or later. His jade-like hand unconsciously tightened. His fair face instantly turned red from lack of oxygen, with a faint purple tinge. Xiu Qiyu's expression remained unchanged. Over the years, countless people and beasts had died at his hands. Killing someone who harbored murderous intent towards him, even if that person was just a child, held no psychological burden for Xiu Qiyu.

Seeing that the person in his hands was about to die, Xiu Qiyu intensified his movements.

"Senior Brother, spare their lives!"

Xiu Qiyu looked up. What incredible luck he'd had today! Buying something was disrupted, and now even killing someone was being stopped. But how did this woman happen to be here? And what was her connection to the person he held? Xiu Qiyu didn't release her grip, his indifferent eyes fixed on Yi Ruowu, dressed in white, her face veiled, looking like a fairy.

"What is it?" The tone was clearly impatient.