Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1004: White Dragon Sword

"Senior brother, they're discussing it as if it were some kind of wonder. What exactly is this Grey Mist Sea?"

While chewing on some chicken, Gu Anran inquired in a low, tipsy mumble.

"This... I genuinely have no clue."

Ye Yun responded with a self-deprecating smile, shaking his head. Within the memories of the Supreme God Sovereign, he had discovered absolutely no mention of the Grey Mist Sea. It would appear that the Grey Mist Sea had only recently come into existence. The Supreme Realm itself was situated far from the Daluo Region, and the Supreme God Sovereign, occupying such a lofty position, could not possibly be aware of every single detail. However, Ye Yun did possess some recollection of the Ten Thousand Monster God Temple. The Ten Thousand Monster God Temple stood as a significant power among the Demon Clan. Its overall strength even surpassed that of the original Supreme Forgetting Palace. This time, with the Ten Thousand Monster God Temple actively purchasing Fog Demon Inner Dans at exorbitant rates, it was highly probable that numerous cultivators from the Daluo Region would be drawn into the fray. After all, from Ye Yun's perspective, the Daluo Region was adjacent to the Tenth Sea Region and could be considered a rather remote territory. The cultivators residing here, particularly the unaffiliated ones, were generally not affluent. If the Fog Demon Inner Dans originating from this Grey Mist Sea were indeed as valuable as rumored, it would undoubtedly compel many individuals to risk their very lives. People are driven by wealth, just as birds perish for food. This was merely the nature of humanity. Ye Yun found no particular significance in such common occurrences.

"Senior brother, do you have any inclination to venture into the Grey Mist Sea and hunt Fog Monsters?"

Gu Anran looked up, a smile gracing her lips as she posed the question to Ye Yun.

"I'm indifferent either way. Little junior sister, if you truly wish to go, I shall accompany you," Ye Yun replied with a gentle smile. He was not in want of resources and harbored no particular desire for any cultivation resources found in this world.

"Let me consider it further..."

Gu Anran tilted her head, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she spoke. She felt no urgency to provide an immediate answer to this matter.

After a short while, the pair departed the restaurant, their appetites fully satisfied.

"Senior brother, didn't you mention there were street vendors over there? Come on, let's go have a look!"

Gu Anran tugged at Ye Yun's sleeve, her steps somewhat unsteady as they ambled over.

"Little junior sister, did you consume too much from that jug?" Ye Yun teased lightly.

"It's mainly because I'm happy being in your company, senior brother, so I didn't bother suppressing the effects of the alcohol..." Gu Anran giggled, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Suddenly, the alcohol surged up her throat, causing her to jerk her head to the side; her delicate shoulders trembled as she let out a tipsy hiccup. Ye Yun couldn't help but erupt into hearty laughter. The senior and junior siblings shared a knowing look before turning into a nearby side street, their laughter echoing together.

This particular street was narrow and elongated, with a considerable number of cultivators displaying their wares from makeshift stalls. These vendors, comprising individuals of all ages, were clad in simple attire; many were struggling loose cultivators. Compared to the cultivators affiliated with the various sects found on the main thoroughfares outside, these independent cultivators appeared noticeably more disheveled at first glance. The moment Ye Yun and Gu Anran set foot on the street, numerous vendors enthusiastically called out to them, their greetings echoing incessantly.

"Young sir, young lady, please examine my stall. Is there anything that catches your fancy?" one vendor shouted out.

"Let me see!"

Gu Anran swayed unsteadily over, stooped down, and began scrutinizing the items laid out on the stall. Ye Yun remained by her side, his expression serene. On display were merely a few bundles of medicinal herbs and a handful of damaged magical artifacts. At a quick glance, they were all utterly worthless trinkets.

"How dull..."

Gu Anran also came to this realization, pouted, stood up, and urged Ye Yun onward. Noticing their departure, the vendor hurriedly called out, "Please don't leave, you two! Everything I have is extremely affordable; I'll even trade it for Spirit Stones!"

"I wouldn't take it even if it were given for free..." Gu Anran waved her hand dismissively, letting out two stifled laughs. The pair browsed for a period but found nothing that piqued their interest. Gu Anran felt a tinge of disappointment.

"Little junior sister, since we didn't manage to find any treasures here, why don't we proceed to the auction house and see if fortune favors us there?" Ye Yun proposed.

"That sounds like a good plan too..." Gu Anran nodded. She then turned her gaze towards the end of the street, pointed in a particular direction, and remarked, "We've nearly traversed this entire street. Let's cut through over there!"

"Very well."

Ye Yun agreed with a nod. The two continued walking forward for several dozen zhang. By that point, the number of stalls visible at the end of the street had diminished significantly. Only a solitary elderly man, his hair and beard entirely white, sat by the roadside. Clad in a faded cotton robe, he was resting on the ground with his eyes peacefully closed.

The elderly man’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he quickly urged, "Fellow Daoists, please halt. This humble one offers a variety of swords, all of exceptional quality. Might I entice you to peruse my selection?"

Observing the old man's enthusiastic sales pitch, Ye Yun couldn't help but shake his head.

"What extraordinary swords could possibly be found at a simple stall like this?"

Gu Anran curled her lips and remarked dismissively.

Despite her casual tone, she knelt down and, with a hand as delicate as jade, sifted through a pile of dilapidated swords, eventually retrieving one.

It was a heavily worn Silver Sword, adorned with a white dragon motif along its blade.

"Miss, you possess a discerning eye. This is the Silver Dragon Sword, a treasure of Emperor Level quality, a truly peerless blade!" the old man exclaimed with a click of his tongue.

"This sword of yours is merely Emperor Level Lower Grade, and its blade is severely damaged. I surmise its true power has already degraded to the Heaven Level..." Gu Anran's eyes glinted as she turned the Silver Dragon Sword over and over in her hands, scrutinizing it.

Ye Yun casually glanced down at the sword.

"White Dragon Sword?"

In the very next instant, Ye Yun's expression underwent a dramatic shift.

Though the sword was riddled with nicks and chips, Ye Yun recognized it instantly.

This White Dragon Sword was, in fact, one of his master's cherished weapons from days long past.

"Where did you procure this sword?" Ye Yun took the sword, his fingers gently tracing the worn blade as he questioned the old man with solemn gravity.

"I found it in a river. Surely you don't suspect this old man of theft?" The old man spread his hands wide, his demeanor one of indignant righteousness.

"I will take this sword. Name your price." Ye Yun stated calmly.

The old man paused, assessing Ye Yun with a shrewd glance, then raised a hand and declared firmly, "Fifty Thousand Spirit Stones, not a single coin less!"

"One hundred thousand," Ye Yun countered, tossing a storage pouch forward with an indifferent expression.

"My deepest thanks, young sir. You are far too generous. Pray, allow yourself to select a few more blades from my humble stall," the old man said, slightly flustered and clearly flattered.

"There is no need." Ye Yun shook his head.

"Senior Brother, this sword is already so broken. Why did you still purchase it?" Gu Anran stood up, her voice laced with curiosity.

"Let us depart from here for now..." Ye Yun replied, gently pulling Gu Anran away from the bustling street.

They proceeded to a more secluded area.

"Little Junior Sister, this White Dragon Sword was once wielded by our Master. I cannot fathom how it found its way to the Divine Land..." Ye Yun caressed the blade, his face etched with a deep sigh.

"Ah!" Gu Anran suddenly understood, her face contorting in shock. "Senior Brother, does this imply that a disciple of our Divine Dragon Sect once journeyed to the Divine Land?"

Ye Yun pondered aloud, "It is difficult to say. It might have been one of the disciples from my Divine Dragon Sect, or perhaps even Master himself..."

"Master is still alive?" Gu Anran's eyes widened, and she blurted out the question subconsciously.

Though her memories held no clear recollection of their master, the presence of a Senior Brother naturally implied the existence of a Master. Even if her own memory failed her, it did not negate the master-disciple bond.

"Master is likely no longer with us..." Gazing in the direction of The Tenth Sea Region, Ye Yun’s heart felt a profound heaviness, his face shadowed with sorrow as his voice grew low.