I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2366: 1068:

Chapter 2366: Chapter 1068:

“Heavenly Spirit Pill?”

Chen Mobai felt a flicker of surprise when he heard the name.

He recalled a previous discussion with Xuande regarding the Communicating Holy Spirit Pill; they had mentioned this particular medicine as the signature treasure of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect in Central State.

“Do you actually possess a Heavenly Spirit Pill?”

Chen Mobai narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the youth with the deep blue pupils and gray-white hair who sat across from him.

Within the Tianhe Realm, every cultivator understood the vital importance of hiding one's wealth. The fact that this stranger would openly mention such a prize felt like a calculated attempt to bait him.

“This is the Heavenly Spirit Pill. It becomes yours the moment Sect Master Chen hands over the contract for the Yellow Dragon.”

Su Taifeng smiled as he pulled a white jade vial from his storage bag. He set it on the adjacent table and gestured toward the young Yellow Dragon girl.

“Am I permitted to examine the item?”

While Chen Mobai had no intention of agreeing to the trade, he was keen to see the legendary pill for himself.

“Certainly not.”

Su Taifeng gave a firm shake of his head.

In the Tianhe Realm, those who had reached the Nascent Soul Realm were never careless, regardless of their arrogance. A resource like the Heavenly Spirit Pill was too precious for risks. There was no foundation of trust between him and Chen Mobai. Furthermore, while he did own such a pill, it was not actually inside that white jade vial.

The container was empty.

Had Chen Mobai consented, Su Taifeng would have proceeded with the trade, intending to recover the pill later through certain manipulations. However, without first securing the Yellow Dragon’s contract, he would never hand the elixir over.

“It appears your sincerity is lacking, Fellow Daoist. In the world of elixirs, a deal is only finalized after a certified alchemist verifies the goods. Your refusal leads me to believe you don't even have the pill and are simply trying to swindle my Yellow Dragon away from me.”

At these words, Su Taifeng’s pleasant facade crumbled, and he stopped pretending.

The deception he planned for the pill might have fooled Chen Mobai initially, but if it were ever taken to the Dao Morale Sect for authentication, the ruse would be shattered.

“It seems Sect Master Chen is uninterested.”

Seeing that the game was up, Chen Mobai stopped playing along and shook his head dismissively.

“You are correct, Fellow Daoist; I have no interest. Not for a Heavenly Spirit Pill, nor even if you offered me the alchemy recipe itself. To me, such things are not worth a single scale of my Yellow Dragon.”

The young Yellow Dragon girl’s expression shifted as she heard this, her eyes swirling with a mixture of complex emotions. In that instant, the image of Chen Mobai seemed to overlap with the memory of her father, who had disappeared during her childhood.

“If that is your stance, then there is nothing left to say. I suggest Sect Master Chen treads carefully.”

With a cold sneer, Su Taifeng cast a final, covetous look at the girl before standing up and exiting the private box.

“Sect Master Chen, I urge you to reconsider. If I were in your position, I would not let such an opportunity slip by.”

Mu Youyi offered a final piece of earnest advice before following him out.

Once the trio from the Beast Commanding Sect had departed, Chen Mobai let out a soft chuckle. He walked to the window and watched as Su Taifeng emerged onto the street below.

As Chen Mobai looked down, Su Taifeng sensed the gaze and snapped his head up to look back.

Chen Mobai’s eyes met those haunting blue pupils. For a brief second, an invisible and massive divine sense collided between them.

To keep his true power hidden, Chen Mobai allowed his divine sense to touch briefly before pulling back. He utilized his lifespan artifact, the Morning Bell, to create a barrier, preventing the powerful mental pressure Su Taifeng exerted from reaching his Sea of Knowledge at the Purple Mansion.

Seeing Chen Mobai retreat from the window, Su Taifeng snorted and withdrew his own divine sense.

“He has some skill.”

Su Taifeng had intended for his divine sense—which was nearly at the Spirit Transformation Stage—to overwhelm Chen Mobai, forcing him to realize the gap in their power and leave him intimidated.

Because the Dao Morale Sect was overseeing this pioneering effort, Su Taifeng preferred not to resort to violence unless it became unavoidable. The ideal outcome would have been for Chen Mobai to recognize the danger and agree to the trade.

“It is to be expected. This man is the successor of the Ascended Monk Yi Yuan True Monarch and is rumored to be the Saint Heir of the Ancient Longevity Sect. He is remarkably talented, so it is reasonable that he could withstand a brief encounter with you, Daoist Child.”

Mu Youyi added his thoughts. Although Chen Mobai hadn't recorded many battles since his Nascent Soul Formation, Mu Youyi had seen him use the Yi Yuan Dao Body to fight Earth Virtue in the Nine Heavens Immortal City. He knew the man’s strength surpassed his own.

“I am simply surprised that his divine sense is that potent...”

Su Taifeng had studied Chen Mobai’s records before arriving. He knew him as a peerless Sword Cultivation genius who had never lost a duel. However, divine sense usually scales with one's cultivation realm. It shouldn't have been possible for Chen Mobai to block his specialized Art of Divine Consciousness so easily.

Remembering how his mental probe felt like it hit a solid bronze wall, Su Taifeng guessed that Chen Mobai likely possessed a specialized artifact to protect his Sea of Knowledge at the Purple Mansion.

“No matter. He is still just a Nascent Soul cultivator. He would be reduced to cinders if faced with the techniques of a Fifth Rank True Spirit.”

Mu Youyi was full of certainty.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Sect’s techniques focused on channeling the power of true spirits within a human host. Even though Su Taifeng was officially a Nascent Soul cultivator, he had once used a Fifth Rank True Spirit to escape a Divinity Transformation Stage expert back in Central State. While the Civet Power he brought this time wasn't his primary contracted spirit, it could still manifest Fifth Rank abilities. Against that, even a Fifth Rank Artifact wouldn't save Chen Mobai from a narrow chance of survival.

“I gave him his chance. I had no desire to cause a massacre in the East Continent.”

Su Taifeng looked up at the window one last time before walking away with Mu Youyi and Ao Shizheng.

...

“Ancestor, please, have some tea.”

Back in the room at Qianyuan Building, Han Zhiling presented a fresh cup of tea to Chen Mobai, who accepted it with a smile.

During that brief mental clash with Su Taifeng, Chen Mobai had activated the states of Tongtian Zhi and Yingdi Ling. Combined with the Echoes in the Void, he had already analyzed the other man’s capabilities. Su Taifeng was undoubtedly at the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul level.

A strange Fifth Rank True Strength permeated Su Taifeng’s body, making him feel less like a human and more like a high-tier demonic beast in human form. However, Chen Mobai was certain the man had not reached Spirit Transformation. He merely possessed a Fifth Rank Forged Body and True Strength, with divine sense bordering on the Fifth Rank.

He was roughly on the same level as Master Chengxuan, though in an actual fight, Master Chengxuan would likely lose.

Chen Mobai began to contemplate. If he eventually had to duel Su Wuming, should he use his Second Primeval Spirit to end it instantly, or should he pretend to win a difficult victory using the Thousand Swords Dharma Body? After some thought, he decided that faking a narrow win—and perhaps even a serious injury—might be better. It could serve as bait for other enemies of the Five Elements Sect who were hiding within the Beast Commanding Sect.

With the Burning Heaven Meridians on one side and the Yi Yuan Dao Palace on the other, this pioneering mission was full of variables. He wasn't sure who would strike first.

While Chen Mobai considered how many enemies his Second Primeval Spirit might take down, a fire was being lit in the distant East Li Domain.

“Once that brat Dustless begins his battle with the Golden Flame Manticore, we strike from here. We will purge the righteous path from East Li. They have held this land for too long; it is time they paid a price in blood.”

A towering devil cultivator pointed toward Huangquan Mountain. Located in the heart of East Li, it had been seized by the Nine Heavens Morality Sect after Ming Zun’s fall. It was once the headquarters of the Tongyou Demon Sect, and its Fifth Rank Spirit Vein was a prize the demons wanted back.

“As you command, Demon King!”

Kuang Jiyuan of the Xuanji Demon Sect bowed his head in respect.

Standing before them was the master of the Northern Demon Path, the White Bone Demon King. Though his original body had been destroyed by Yuan Qingque, he had survived by hiding a white bone relic inside a Flying Night Fiend.