Chapter 218: Bronze Immortal Iron

[A/N: We are just a few more golden tickets away from reaching another milestone!!]

This place was a melting pot of people, with vendors from all walks of life. People often managed to find hidden treasures here, relying on their eyesight and luck.

The market was bustling with noise; the sounds of hawking and haggling were endless.

Chen Chuan activated his Eye of Wisdom, his gaze like lightning as he swept over the stalls.

Most items could not hide from his sight; their Spiritual Qi was mixed, and their value was limited.

Suddenly, his gaze stopped at a stall in an inconspicuous corner.

The stall owner was an old man with worn clothes and a haggard face, sitting with his eyes closed to rest his spirit.

To others, this old man had an obscure Aura, seeming like just an ordinary Low Grade Cultivator, perhaps even down on his luck.

But under Chen Chuan’s Eye of Wisdom, he could vaguely perceive the immense Holy Lord level Spiritual Power within the old man, like a dormant volcano.

However, this Spiritual Power seemed to be eroded by a stubborn, cold force, slowly draining and deteriorating.

"Holy Lord, First Level. He has a serious hidden ailment, and his cultivation is regressing."

Chen Chuan instantly made his judgment.

His gaze did not linger on the old man but fell upon a palm-sized, rusty iron block in the corner of the stall that looked like scrap metal.

The Eye of Wisdom operated to its maximum, penetrating the seemingly ordinary rust and an extremely hidden natural Restriction.

He saw the essence inside the iron block—a faint bluish-green hue containing the rhyme of an Immortal Dao.

"Bronze Immortal Iron!"

Chen Chuan’s heart trembled; this was Immortal Artifact level material.

What excited him even more was that under the insight of the Eye of Wisdom,

he detected that inside the Bronze Immortal Iron, there seemed to be sealed an extremely faint yet ancient and vast Divine Sense imprint, which might hide important information.

Suppressing his excitement, Chen Chuan walked up to the stall with a calm expression.

The old man seemed to sense someone approaching and slowly opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes that occasionally flashed with sharpness.

He glanced indifferently at Chen Chuan. Sensing Chen Chuan’s Half-Saint Realm, First Level cultivation, he lost most of his interest and said lazily:

"Look around freely. If you see something you like, just pay the corresponding price."

Chen Chuan squatted down, pretended to casually look through a few items, and finally picked up the iron block, weighing it in his hand.

He asked, "Boss, this lump of iron looks quite heavy. It must have some history, right? How much are you selling it for?"

The old man didn’t even lift his eyelids and said indifferently, "One million low-grade Origin Stones."

Chen Chuan’s hand trembled, almost dropping the iron block. He showed a perfectly timed expression of shock and difficulty:

"One million? Boss, this is just ordinary iron, isn’t it? Isn’t that a bit too..."

He truly had no Origin Stones left on him, having converted them all into System Gold Banknotes.

Seeing Chen Chuan’s expression, a trace of impatience flashed across the old man’s face, and he waved his hand:

"If you can’t afford it, put it down. Don’t hinder this old man’s business."

"These things were obtained by this old man through great peril. If you think it’s ordinary iron, your eyesight is poor."

He was clearly quite confident in his own judgment, believing the iron block was extraordinary, even if he couldn’t see through it himself.

Chen Chuan pondered for a moment, put down the iron block, but did not leave. Instead, he looked at the old man and spoke seriously:

"Senior, if your hidden ailment is not treated soon, I fear your cultivation will drop out of the Saint Realm within three years, and you will eventually die from Spiritual Vein exhaustion."

The old man’s entire body shook violently, and a terrifying light suddenly burst forth from his cloudy eyes.

A terrifying Holy Lord level pressure pressed down on Chen Chuan like a mountain, but he immediately forcibly retracted it.

He stared intently at Chen Chuan, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible tremor and killing intent: "How do you know?"

He had never mentioned his hidden ailment to anyone. How could this mere Half-Saint youth see through it at a glance?

Chen Chuan’s heart also tightened under the momentary pressure, but his expression remained calm: "This Junior has his own methods. Senior doesn’t need to worry about how I know; just know that perhaps I have a way to solve your trouble."

"You?" The old man scrutinized Chen Chuan, his face full of disbelief: "This old man has sought famous doctors everywhere and consumed countless Spirit Pills, yet none could deal with this ’Profound Netherbone Corrosion Curse.’ What makes you, a Half-Saint kid, capable?"

"With this." Chen Chuan spread his palm, and a wisp of pure white flame, radiating the Aura of purifying all things, rose up.

It was the Pure Karma Sacred Fire.

"Spirit Fire?" A trace of surprise flashed in the old man’s eyes, but he still shook his head: "The Pure Karma Sacred Fire certainly has Purification effects, but the curse power in this old man’s body is deeply rooted and intertwined with my Saint Source. This fire alone cannot resolve it."

"What if we add this Junior’s special method?" Chen Chuan’s gaze was direct:

"Senior, how about we make a deal?"

"I will try to clear your hidden ailment. If successful, this iron block is mine. If I fail, this Junior will submit to Senior’s judgment."

"With this Junior’s meager cultivation, I doubt I could pull any tricks in front of Senior."

Hearing this, the old man fell into contemplation.

Chen Chuan’s words truly moved him.

This hidden ailment was like a maggot in the bone, making him suffer day and night, constantly causing his cultivation to regress, nearly driving him to despair.

Chen Chuan could see through his hidden trouble at a glance. Perhaps he really possessed some extraordinary means?

I might as well try anything!

"Fine! This old man will trust you this once!" The old man finally made up his mind, a stern look flashing in his eyes: "If you can truly cure this old man, what does it matter if I give you this iron block! But if you play games with me..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but the chilling killing intent said it all.

"Senior, please relax your mind and guide my Spirit Fire into your body." Chen Chuan said seriously.

The old man sat cross-legged as instructed and lowered some of his physical defenses.

Chen Chuan controlled the Pure Karma Sacred Fire, transforming it into countless white threads of flame as fine as hair, which slowly probed into the old man’s body.

At the same time, he secretly used the skill [Purification]!

The [Purification] skill activated silently.

A profound and unpredictable power of rules merged into the Pure Karma Sacred Fire, making the white flame seem to possess life and will.

It then precisely located the cold, filthy curse power entrenched deep within the old man’s Saint Source and meridians.

Hiss, hiss, hiss... Like ice and snow meeting spring sunshine, the stubborn curse power, which even Holy Lord level power struggled to eradicate, melted and evaporated at a visible speed before the skill [Purification].

The old man’s body shook violently, and his face revealed an expression of extreme shock and ecstasy.

He could clearly feel that the chilling power that had tormented him for decades and made him wish for death was being rapidly cleared away.

His previously stagnant Saint Source began to operate vibrantly again, and his depleted vitality was slowly recovering.

About half an hour later, Chen Chuan withdrew the Spirit Fire.

This was because Chen Chuan had deliberately dragged out the process for this long.

In fact, he could have purified the hidden ailment instantly, but he didn’t want to shock the old man.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, which shone brightly. His previously dim Aura became immense and full of vitality.

He looked inward incredulously, discovering that the "Profound Netherbone Corrosion Curse" had been completely cleared away.

"Hahaha! It’s gone! It’s truly gone!"

The old man excitedly shot up, unable to stop himself from laughing loudly, his laughter filled with relief and joy.

He looked at Chen Chuan, his eyes full of gratitude, devoid of the previous indifference and suspicion.

"Little friend is truly a Divine Being! This old man is Mo Yuan, thank you for the grace of rebirth!"

Saying this, he actually offered Chen Chuan a solemn cupped-hand salute.

"Senior Mo Yuan, there’s no need for such formality. We simply got what we needed." Chen Chuan waved his hand.

Mo Yuan unhesitatingly picked up the Bronze Immortal Iron and placed it in Chen Chuan’s hand:

"This item is yours! Little friend, if you ever need this old man’s help in the future, you can use this Token to find me."

He then handed Chen Chuan a black Token engraved with strange patterns.

Chen Chuan did not refuse, taking the iron block and the Token: "Thank you, Senior."

The transaction was complete, and his goal achieved. Chen Chuan did not linger. After bidding farewell to Mo Yuan, he immediately left Haotian City.

Looking back at the majestic giant city, Chen Chuan touched the Bronze Immortal Iron in his embrace, feeling the vast power of the Half-Saint Realm within him, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

This trip outside—slaying enemies, obtaining Spirit Fire, selling Medicinal Pills, advancing to Half-Saint, and acquiring an Immortal Treasure—could be considered extremely fruitful.

It was time to return to Taiyi Holy Land. Si Yu must be getting anxious waiting.

He transformed into a streak of light and sped away in the direction of Taiyi Holy Land.