Chapter 1269: Price Comparable to Immortal Scriptures
The Dao of Source Techniques was profound and mysterious, and the Source Heaven Divine Sense was a legendary ability. Even among the Origin Heavenly Masters of the past, very few had cultivated it to the highest level. Ye Fan had now reached a state where he could see through the void with a single glance, discerning the Source Veins and the essence of all things within the earth.
In the Divine City, the Source Stone gambling market was bustling with activity. Many cultivators gathered around the Source Stone stalls, their eyes burning with fervor as they stared at the various Source Stones on display. These stones came in all shapes and sizes, some as large as millstones, others as small as fists. They were covered in mottled patterns, appearing ancient and simple, as if they had existed since time immemorial.
Ye Fan stood before a stall, his gaze calm as he swept over the Source Stones. His Source Heaven Divine Sense had already reached the pinnacle, allowing him to see through the surface of the stones and directly perceive the Source Veins and divine substances within. This ability was comparable to an immortal scripture, capable of turning waste into treasure, and even obtaining divine materials that could shake the world.
"Fellow Daoist, would you like to pick a few stones?" The stall owner was a middle-aged cultivator with a shrewd look in his eyes. Seeing Ye Fan’s extraordinary demeanor, he knew he was no ordinary person and hurriedly greeted him warmly.
Ye Fan smiled faintly, not answering immediately. Instead, he reached out and gently touched a Source Stone the size of a human head. The stone’s surface was rough, covered in cracks, and looked utterly unremarkable. However, under the perception of his Source Heaven Divine Sense, he could clearly sense a faint, mysterious fluctuation emanating from within the stone, as if something was sleeping inside.
"This stone, how much is it?" Ye Fan asked calmly.
The stall owner was startled, then quickly replied with a smile, "Fellow Daoist has good eyes. This stone was excavated from an ancient mine and has a history of at least ten thousand years. Although it looks ordinary on the outside, it may contain extraordinary things inside. The price is one hundred thousand jin of pure Source."
"One hundred thousand jin?" Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. This price was neither high nor low, but for an ordinary cultivator, it was already a considerable sum. However, for Ye Fan, it was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
Without further ado, Ye Fan directly took out a storage pouch and tossed it to the stall owner. "Here is one hundred thousand jin of pure Source. This stone is mine."
The stall owner took the storage pouch, his divine sense swept through it, and his face immediately lit up with joy. "Fellow Daoist is truly generous. Please, take the stone."
Ye Fan took the Source Stone, gently weighed it in his hand, and then without any hesitation, he slapped it with his palm. With a "crack," the stone’s surface split open, and a dazzling divine light burst forth, illuminating the entire stall. The surrounding cultivators were all startled, and they turned their heads to look.
"What is that?!"
"So dazzling! Could it be that some divine material was cut out?"
Amidst the exclamations, the stone completely shattered, revealing a piece of divine jade the size of a fist. The jade was crystal clear, emitting a soft glow, and within it, strands of chaotic energy swirled, as if containing the mysteries of heaven and earth.
"Great Luo Silver Essence? No, this is even more precious than Great Luo Silver Essence. It’s... it’s Chaos Jade!" someone exclaimed in shock.
Chaos Jade was an extremely rare divine material, said to be formed from the remnants of the primal chaos at the dawn of the world. It was a supreme treasure for refining weapons. Even a Saint Lord-level figure would be tempted by it, let alone ordinary cultivators.
For a moment, countless gazes fell on Ye Fan, filled with envy, jealousy, and greed. Some even showed signs of making a move.
Ye Fan, however, remained calm and collected. He put away the Chaos Jade, glanced around, and said lightly, "What, do you want to rob me?"
His voice was not loud, but it carried an invisible pressure that made those with ill intentions involuntarily shudder, quickly withdrawing their gazes. Although Ye Fan usually kept a low profile, anyone who had been on the Ancient Human Path knew that this seemingly young man was a fierce figure who had killed countless prodigies.
"Fellow Daoist, your Source Technique is truly remarkable. I admire it greatly." A voice suddenly rang out. A young man in white, with a handsome face and an extraordinary aura, walked over. He was the Holy Son of a certain Holy Land, and his strength was unfathomable.
Ye Fan glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said nothing more.
The Holy Son smiled and said, "I wonder if Fellow Daoist would be willing to sell this Chaos Jade? I am willing to pay any price."
"No sale." Ye Fan refused flatly, without any hesitation.
The Holy Son’s expression froze slightly, but he quickly returned to normal, cupping his hands and saying, "In that case, I was too forward."
After saying that, he turned and left, but a flicker of darkness passed through his eyes.
Ye Fan paid him no mind. With his current strength, unless a Saint Lord-level figure made a move, no one could threaten him. Moreover, with his Source Heaven Divine Sense, he could easily find even more precious divine materials in this Source Stone gambling market.
Sure enough, in the following time, Ye Fan consecutively opened several Source Stones, each one yielding extraordinary items. There were divine medicines that could extend life, divine iron that could forge Saint weapons, and even a fragment of an ancient scripture, which caused a sensation throughout the entire Divine City.
"Too terrifying! This person’s Source Technique has reached the level of a divine ability. Every stone he opens contains treasure!"
"I heard he is the legendary Source Heaven Divine Sense, a technique comparable to an immortal scripture!"
"Such a person must not be offended. If he were to target our Holy Land, the consequences would be unimaginable."
For a time, Ye Fan’s reputation spread throughout the Divine City, and countless forces wanted to befriend him. Some even offered sky-high prices to invite him to be a guest Source Technique master for their Holy Lands, but Ye Fan refused them all.
In the Source Stone gambling market, Ye Fan’s actions had already alarmed the big shots behind the scenes. An old man with white hair and a childlike face walked out from the depths of the market, his gaze sharp as he stared at Ye Fan.
"Young friend, your Source Technique is extraordinary. I wonder which master you studied under?" the old man asked in a deep voice.
Ye Fan looked at him calmly and said, "I have no master. I learned it on my own."
The old man was slightly stunned, then laughed, "Haha, young friend is joking. The Source Heaven Divine Sense is a divine ability passed down from ancient times. How could it be learned without a master?"
"If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do." Ye Fan shrugged, not wanting to explain further.
The old man’s eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Young friend, I have a deal I’d like to discuss with you. I wonder if you’d be interested?"
"Oh? What kind of deal?" Ye Fan asked with slight interest.
"There is a legendary divine stone in my Source Stone gambling market. It is said to contain an ancient scripture. However, for thousands of years, no one has been able to open it. If young friend can open it, the contents of the scripture will be shared with you," the old man said slowly.
Ye Fan’s heart stirred. An ancient scripture was no small matter. Even for him, it was a great opportunity. However, he also knew that such a divine stone was definitely not easy to open, or else it wouldn’t have remained untouched for thousands of years.
"Lead the way," Ye Fan said simply.
The old man smiled and led Ye Fan deep into the market. Soon, they arrived at a secret chamber. In the center of the chamber sat a Source Stone the size of a millstone. The stone’s surface was covered in mysterious patterns, emitting a faint pressure, as if something terrifying was sealed within.
"This is it." The old man pointed at the Source Stone, his expression solemn.
Ye Fan stepped forward, his Source Heaven Divine Sense fully activated, carefully probing the stone. The next moment, his expression changed dramatically, and he couldn’t help but exclaim, "This is... a fragment of an immortal scripture!"