The Nether Silk Cloud

"Nether Silk Cloud." The trades continued, but nothing had appeared to catch Qin Sang's interest. Just as he was pondering which magic tools he should offer for exchange, a female cultivator brought out a magic tool resembling a cluster of azure clouds, catching his attention. "A top-grade flight magic tool, the Nether Silk Cloud. While flying, it can conceal the user's presence or disguise itself as a white cloud. It is exceptionally fast, allowing one to come and go without a trace. Infused with nether aura, it possesses formidable defensive capabilities. Furthermore, in the Ancient Immortal Battlefield, it provides a degree of resistance against astral winds and celestial phenomena." Hearing the woman's introduction of the Nether Silk Cloud, Qin Sang's expression shifted slightly. He had been looking to acquire a magic tool of this kind to replace his Sky-Soaring Shuttle; he had seen several over the past few days, but none had proved satisfactory. If the female cultivator's words were not an exaggeration, it would suit him perfectly. Wrapping the Nether Silk Cloud in spiritual power, the woman moved it to the center of the long table for everyone to inspect. Just then, a male cultivator beside her clad in black armor suddenly chuckled sinisterly, saying in a chilling voice, "I never expected to see the Nether Silk Cloud here! This happens to be the signature magic tool of Old Monster Qingyi! "Originally, it was merely an ordinary high-grade magic tool known as the Azure Silk Cloud. By a stroke of luck, Old Monster Qingyi managed to obtain a wisp of nether aura in a secret realm and refined it into the Azure Silk Cloud, elevating it in one leap to the rank of a top-grade magic tool and renaming it the Nether Silk Cloud. "It is truly one of a kind, with no duplicate anywhere. "Old Monster Qingyi incurred the wrath of countless enemies, yet he managed to live such a comfortable life. Beyond his bizarre demonic arts, the Nether Silk Cloud played no small part in that. "As far as I know, Old Monster Qingyi is an old lecher nearing two hundred years of age. Surely he isn't a female cultivator? "No wonder there hasn't been word of Old Monster Qingyi wreaking havoc for several years now. Heh heh..." The man's revelation laid bare the origins of the Nether Silk Cloud. A look of realization flashed across the eyes of several cultivators, who had evidently heard of Old Monster Qingyi. Qin Sang had no idea who Old Monster Qingyi was. Only from the whispers of those around him did he learn that Old Monster Qingyi was a demon who operated between Tianyou City and Yinshan Pass. Reputedly an expert at the late Foundation Establishment stage, he was powerful, cunning, and lustful, frequently coming to Yinshan Pass to extort and reap ill-gotten gains, having violated many female cultivators in the process. Old Monster Qingyi hailed from the Huajian Sect, which had some renown. Moreover, the man was exceedingly crafty, targeting only rogue cultivators or disciples of weak sects; the moment he succeeded, he would flee immediately. That was why, despite committing so many heinous deeds, he had still lived quite comfortably. Now, seeing that he had lost even his signature magic tool, Old Monster Qingyi had almost certainly met a grim fate. Though this female cultivator appeared to be only at the middle Foundation Establishment stage, she was definitely not someone to underestimate. The Nether Silk Cloud was eye-catching and completely unique; no wonder she had brought it here to trade rather than sending it to the auction. In truth, not just the Nether Silk Cloud, but most of the treasures successfully traded earlier shared similar origins—they could not bear the light of day, though nobody pried. The armored man's abrupt interjection had actually violated the rules. Furious and startled, the woman whipped her head around to glare at the armored man. Her eyes narrowed, making no attempt to conceal her murderous intent, and her voice turned biting cold. "Old Monster Qingyi harmed countless people—he deserved to be executed by anyone! Fellow Daoist, in saying this, are you looking to avenge him?" The armored man's breath hitched. Looking sheepish, he dared not meet her gaze, offering a dry laugh. "You misunderstand, Fellow Daoist. Old Monster Qingyi was steeped in evil and guilty of monstrous crimes; dying at someone's hands was only what he deserved. This young master doesn't know him at all and would only applaud his demise. Seeing the Nether Silk Cloud so suddenly, I merely guessed that Old Monster Qingyi might have already met his end, and in the heat of the moment... Yes! It was just excitement! I wonder which heroic warrior eliminated this demon—well killed! Brilliantly done!" The crowd looked upon him with nothing but disdain. The woman let out a cold snort, ignoring his hypocritical display. Having finished displaying the Nether Silk Cloud, she said, "The Nether Silk Cloud in exchange for a flying sword of equal quality, or secondarily, a magic tool with a unique function." Quite a few people had their eyes on the Nether Silk Cloud. Immediately, someone spoke up to ask, "May I ask, Fellow Daoist, if I buy this Nether Silk Cloud, will it bring trouble down upon me?" The woman glanced at him, her eyes slightly hooded, and replied flatly, "At the very least, he himself will never come looking for you." The implication was clear: whether the sect behind Old Monster Qingyi would get involved was none of her concern. The others hesitated, but Qin Sang had no fear of any Huajian Sect. Let them dare come to Xuanlu Pass to cause trouble for Shaohua Mountain! "Fellow Daoist, what do you think of this flying sword?" Qin Sang directly retrieved Yu Daiyue's flying sword and presented it to the woman. Yu Daiyue had likely refined some spiritual materials into this flying sword, making its quality far superior to ordinary ones—even several notches above the Nether Silk Cloud. After acquiring the sword, Qin Sang had only lightly refined it and had no intention of keeping it for himself. This was the perfect opportunity to part with it. The moment the woman saw the flying sword, she took an immediate liking to it and agreed without hesitation. "I am willing to trade with you, Fellow Daoist!" Without giving the others any chance to intervene, the two finalized the transaction. Delighted that things had gone so smoothly, Qin Sang accepted the Nether Silk Cloud, inspected it briefly, and stored it away, for it was now his turn. "These items will only be traded for foundation-solidifying and essence-nurturing pills, or precious spirit wood." Qin Sang brought out two flying swords along with Yu Daiyue's octagonal bronze mirror, leaned back against his chair, and spoke calmly. Qin Sang intended to keep the young man in martial attire's seven-colored parasol for his own use. Leaving the other items sitting in his mustard seed bag was a waste; it was far better to exchange them for pills or spirit wood that could enhance his cultivation. The moment the three magic tools appeared, the gaze of the others toward Qin Sang changed instantly, tinged with wariness and awe—even the late Foundation Establishment cultivators were no exception. Including the spirit sword from moments ago, Qin Sang had brought out four top-grade magic tools for sale in a single breath. Among the cultivators present, very few could match such a display. Even the burly cultivator, who had been lost in his own thoughts, was startled by Qin Sang's grand generosity. He stole a glance at Qin Sang before lowering his head, deep envy and melancholy welling up in his eyes. These people truly possessed plenty of good things. All three magic tools were exceptional, especially the scar-faced man's flying sword and the octagonal bronze mirror, which were true rarities. Even several late Foundation Establishment experts, who had remained calm and aloof until now, could not resist joining the bidding. Seeing how coveted the items were, Qin Sang held firm on his demand for pills and spirit wood. In the end, the two best items were purchased. He did not obtain much spirit wood, but to his immense delight, he actually received a bottle of Qi Gathering Pills from one of the late Foundation Establishment cultivators. These were the very same Qi Gathering Pills that the old ghost Yi Tiannie had forced him to take back at the Kuiyin Sect! Still harboring trauma regarding Qi Gathering Pills, Qin Sang inspected them thoroughly. Only after confirming that no gu poison lay concealed within did he agree to the trade. Since ancient times, foundation-solidifying and essence-nurturing pills had always been alluring treasures. Fervent gazes locked onto the jade bottle holding the Qi Gathering Pills, to the point where holding it gave Qin Sang the illusion of holding something scorching hot. With a cold snort, he stowed away the Qi Gathering Pills and met each gaze with an uncompromising glare of his own. The crowd looked away one after another; none dared meet Qin Sang's eyes. Whatever improper notions they harbored were quietly tucked away. It took no great stretch of the imagination to guess how so many top-grade magic tools had been acquired. What was more, Qin Sang's apparent cultivation was by no means low. He was definitely not someone to be trifled with.