Chapter 17

C17 – Selling the Mutated Beast’s Corpse

Peng Gengkun had slain numerous mutated beasts within the Cloud Connecting Mountain Range, consuming them to enhance his cultivation significantly. Yet, advancing to the next level was still a challenging feat.

Nonetheless, Peng Gengkun was quite content. For most, advancing from the Intermediate to the High Rank in Qi Refining would take at least seven to eight months, but he had managed it in merely a week’s time.

Despite this achievement, Peng Gengkun didn’t take time to rest.

He had a considerable stash of mutated beast carcasses to deal with, after all!

While not every carcass might fetch a good price, there were certainly valuable ones among them.

His plan was to trade these carcasses for treasures first, then focus on his Martial Arts training.

Peng Gengkun nonchalantly slipped a ring onto his finger, feigning the possession of a Space Ring, before heading to a trading post just outside the Flying Cloud Sect.

Warriors who came into possession of unneeded treasures would typically sell them. As such, a merchant house was established near the Flying Cloud Sect, where warriors could sell their surplus items. The Sect ensured the safety of these merchants, who in turn provided a source of income for the Sect’s disciples.

Upon entering the merchant house, a servant promptly approached Peng Gengkun to inquire about his business.

“I’m here to sell,” Peng Gengkun stated succinctly. “I’ve slain some mutated beasts. I believe their carcasses could be of use, so I’m here to see if there’s any interest.”

“Please wait a moment,” the servant replied. “An appraiser will assess the quality and potential uses of the mutated beast carcasses and then we’ll offer you a reference price.”

Peng Gengkun nodded and settled into a secluded spot to wait.

Observing his surroundings, he noticed numerous warriors engaged in transactions. Appraisers from the Chamber of Commerce were busy evaluating their wares.

“This Chamber of Commerce is quite rudimentary, lacking even an appraisal room. But it seems that most of these disciples are elite. Perhaps those from the Inner Sect are accorded greater privileges,” he mused, coming to terms with the situation.

Before long, an appraiser from the Chamber of Commerce approached Peng Gengkun.

“Let’s see what this Movement Technique is all about.”

Peng Gengkun pulled out the ancient tome Chang Jipeng had given him and gave it a thorough read, gaining a solid grasp of the technique.

“It’s a Grade Two Movement Technique, the Shocking Wind Step. It’s not intricate, but it can significantly boost my speed.”

“How many Spirit Stones are required to master the Shocking Wind Step?” Peng Gengkun inquired.

After a brief silence, the system responded, “Five.”

Peng Gengkun was taken aback, “It took so many Spirit Stones to learn the Great Vajra Palm, and now I only need five for the Shocking Wind Step?”

“The Great Vajra Palm is a Grade Two Martial Art. You elevated it to a Grade Four Martial Art, which cost you fifteen Spirit Stones to learn. The Shocking Wind Step, however, is simply a Grade Two Martial Art with no need for completion. You only need to consume five Spirit Stones to learn it.”

With that explanation, Peng Gengkun’s confusion cleared. It made sense that learning a Grade Four Martial Art like the Great Vajra Palm would be more costly.

Given that the Shocking Wind Step required a mere five Spirit Stones, Peng Gengkun gladly accepted. After absorbing the five stones, he instantly mastered the technique.

He took a couple of steps and nodded in approval.

“Even without actively using the Shocking Wind Step, my speed has improved. Had I known this technique on the day I faced the python, it wouldn’t have stood a chance! With the Vajra Worshipping Moon, I could’ve struck from a distance and easily slain it!”

Reflecting on this, Peng Gengkun’s appreciation for Chang Jipeng’s magnanimity deepened.

“I traded a Shadow Soul Grass for a Grade Two Movement Technique. It was a fair exchange, especially considering that the grass was actually made from the baby Leviathan’s spit.”

Lost in thought, Peng Gengkun’s reverie was interrupted by a voice: “An Azure Anaconda? Sell it to me.”

He was momentarily taken aback, then his brow furrowed, betraying his irritation.

He didn’t recognize the speaker, but the condescending tone was irksome, reminiscent of Inner Sect disciples like Xi Ming and Wei Mingzhi.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only