Chapter 10 0010: I Have a Junior

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When Mo Yu and Chu Yun walked out of the bar, both their backs were drenched with sweat. Looking back on what had just happened, Mo Yu felt that Chu Yun had been too impulsive. He had just opened his mouth to say something when Chu Yun suddenly turned to him and said, “Old Mo, if anyone bullies you in the future, tell me. You and I have endured enough at the academy. Sometimes, it’s time to let it all out. This is a cruel era where only the strong survive, but it’s also an era where strength is respected. Either way, we’re all facing death, so why not follow our hearts?”

He didn’t give Mo Yu a chance to reply; he slipped into a bus and left. Mo Yu stood there, words stuck in his throat, watching the bus drive away. All he could do was sigh. There was no point in saying more—now that Chu Yun had thoroughly offended Fan Zhiming, he was only worried the man would try to take revenge.

But so be it. Since the feud had begun, all they could do was meet attack with defense. Still, Mo Yu couldn’t help but feel satisfied when recalling that scene: Fan Zhiming, gnashing his teeth, downing ten bottles of liquor in a row.

When Chu Yun returned to the slums, he switched on his virtual computer and browsed through the list of medicines needed to cure his mother. He knew how to make the potion; the problem was gathering the ingredients. Some of these materials simply didn’t exist on Earth. The knowledge to treat nuclear pollution diseases had never been mastered by the descendants of Earth—most likely, only the malls on the Second Civilization’s planets would carry them.

This left Chu Yun in a difficult position. Given his status and circumstances, he had no access or channel to buy those medicines. While he was racking his brains, he remembered a friend in his contact list—Skyward Ant (Hou Yaodong).

He opened his contacts, typed out the names of the required materials, and left a message: “Help me find these ingredients. I need them.”

He closed the chat window, then entered his room to resume cultivating his core technique—the first stage of the World-Dominating Codex.

The World-Dominating Codex consisted of six stages and eighteen realms, three realms per stage. Chu Yun was currently working on the second realm of the first stage.

In truth, his current strength barely reached the fourth level of warrior rank. The only reason he could suppress Fan Zhiming and his friends was because of the Codex’s enhancement. As one of the universe’s top dominator-level martial codices, the foundation and power it bestowed were unimaginable. In his previous life, he’d relied on just four stages to become a local overlord—proof of the Codex’s overwhelming might.

In his past life, he’d cultivated to the fourth stage, twelfth realm: the Realms of Life, Morality, Desire, and Will. Just as he was reaching for the fifth stage, he’d been ambushed by powerful enemies. Luckily, a wisp of his soul escaped—thanks to shedding his shell at the Will Realm—and he was reincarnated. Otherwise, that would have been the end.

Yet, that disaster was a blessing in disguise; it gave him insight into the fifth stage—the Realm of Death. With time, he was confident he’d not only return to his peak but also master the fifth stage’s world-dominating state and reclaim everything that was his.

Unfortunately, this body’s constitution and talent were too poor—he couldn’t achieve greatness overnight. Moreover, Earth’s thin spiritual energy made it a planet of exile. In such an environment, even re-cultivating the first stage, which he was already familiar with, would take time.

Still, Chu Yun wasn’t anxious. As someone who had lived through it all, he knew that impatience was the enemy of cultivation. If his foundation was weak, he’d only be in more danger when facing stronger foes on higher-civilization planets.

When he’d exhausted the spiritual energy in his body, Chu Yun paused his cultivation, having just barely broken through to the second realm of the first stage. He took a quick shower.

As he stepped out, a vibration on his wrist signaled an incoming call. Chu Yun flicked his wrist, projecting a virtual screen in front of him. The caller was a woman in her forties, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Ye Linglong—her mother.

“Chu Yun, are you free tomorrow?” the woman asked with a smile. “Auntie would like to invite you to dinner at our house. Do you have time? Your Uncle Ye will be there too.”

“That’s fine, Auntie,” Chu Yun replied.

“Good, then come by in the morning. I won’t keep you any longer. Goodbye.” With that, she hung up.

Chu Yun closed the virtual phone and opened the chat panel of the virtual marketplace. In the chat window with Skyward Ant (Hou Yaodong), he saw a reply had come quickly: “Senior, leave it to me. As soon as I get the materials, I’ll let you know right away. May I have a contact number so I can reach you anytime?”

Chu Yun typed back: “No need for a phone number. Just leave a message when you’ve acquired them.”

Hou Yaodong seemed disappointed but didn’t dare complain. He replied, “All right, Senior.”

Chu Yun suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way, let me ask you—how do you usually acquire Intermediate Physique-Refining Elixirs?”

Hou Yaodong thought he’d misread, but after confirming, his breath quickened. “Senior, did you say Intermediate Physique-Refining Elixirs? Do you have some?”

Chu Yun had already gathered the materials for the Intermediate Physique-Refining Elixir. Extracting it shouldn’t be a problem—in fact, he was confident his concoction would be purer than those made by most master alchemists.

He replied, “Just tell me, how are they usually acquired?”

Hou Yaodong quickly typed, “Normally, they’re auctioned off at the auction house—final prices range from 1.5 to 2.3 million gold coins, depending on purity. But most of the time, those auction houses are run by powerful families, so the goods are usually reserved in advance. Most families and powers snap them up privately, so it’s rare to see them actually make it to auction. If you have one, Senior, I can offer 2.5 million gold coins for it.”

Chu Yun asked, “What about the advanced ones?”

Hou Yaodong replied, “Advanced ones are extremely rare, Senior. Usually, only upper-class civilization planets send a few to Earth each year, and the major lords take them immediately. They never reach the market. In my life, I’ve only seen one advanced Physique-Refining Elixir in the Jiang City Lord’s mansion. I’ve never tasted it myself.”

Chu Yun said, “Just tell me—what’s the price for an advanced one?”

Hou Yaodong answered, “Hard to say. There’s never been an auction for one. If you have one, Senior, the Hou family will buy it. Just name your price.”

Chu Yun nodded slightly. He’d gotten a general idea. Money was especially tight now, so he’d make and sell the Intermediate Elixir first. With the profit, he could refine more to replenish his own spiritual energy for cultivating the World-Dominating Codex.

At the moment, after even a little cultivation, his body’s spiritual energy was already running low.

He told Hou Yaodong, “All right, I understand. Tomorrow I’ll be leaving for another planet. I’ll leave a bottle of Intermediate Physique-Refining Elixir with my junior. You can hand the payment to him. Give me your contact information and he’ll get in touch.”

Hou Yaodong replied at once, “Yes, Senior.”

Seeing that Hou Yaodong had gone offline, Chu Yun felt his excitement. From this conversation, Hou Yaodong believed he’d established a connection with this mysterious senior—even if he couldn’t meet Chu Yun, he could at least meet his junior!

From Chu Yun’s last message, it wasn’t hard to guess that this senior wasn’t currently on Earth—he must be in a more advanced civilization, perhaps concerned for a junior who needed looking after.

Hou Yaodong understood.