Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Chapter 239: Chapter 235: An Utter Rout, Shaking Pinglan

Song Ciwan had never fought such a master head-on before.

Amidst the swirling sand, she activated her Qimen Taoist Skill, the Measurement System, while simultaneously performing a divination finger technique to aid her. As she extended her Spiritual Sense, the woman opposite her no longer seemed like a mere person, but transformed into a dazzling ball of light!

The indicator on the Measurement System shot up, freezing in an instant at a mark that surpassed the Qi Refining Stage and neared Divinity Transformation.

This green-clothed woman who had appeared out of nowhere, judging by her Cultivation alone, was already infinitesimally close to the Divinity Transformation Stage!

Song Ciwan’s Cultivation, by contrast, was at the Late-stage Qi Refining, approaching Qi Refining Perfection. There was still a significant gap between them.

In the swirling sand, the green-clothed woman saw that Song Ciwan, far from being immobilized by the crushing gravity, had instead floated up and, as if taking a leisurely stroll, instantly appeared right before her.

In the blink of an eye, the two were practically face to face.

The green-clothed woman’s eyes blazed with fury. She roared, "Insolent child, you don’t know your own limits! Take this!"

As she spoke, she pointed a finger. A Light Net, shimmering with a cold glint, materialized from thin air and shot down toward Song Ciwan’s head.

Song Ciwan had no room to dodge and was instantly ensnared by the Light Net.

Countless blades instantly sprang from the Light Net, ruthlessly slicing at Song Ciwan.

However, a grating sound echoed out. Song Ciwan’s Body of Impermanence was as hard as bedrock. The blades on the Light Net couldn’t even cut her skin; in fact, upon contact, the blades themselves showed signs of shattering.

The next moment, Song Ciwan raised her hands and tore.

With a continuous RIIIP, she was instantly empowered by her Divine Technique, Infinite Power, which was at the Masterful Skill Level. This power could shatter mountains! What was a flimsy little net in comparison?

RIIIP! The strands of the Light Net snapped, destroyed in an instant.

Song Ciwan raised a hand, wiping away the spiritual imprint connecting the Light Net to its master. Then, she casually collected the shattered net into her Heaven and Earth Scale.

Even if it was scrap, it could be recycled.

’Who knows what it could sell for?’

Though it takes long to describe, all of this happened in a flash. In that instant, Song Ciwan had crushed all of the green-clothed woman’s techniques with the ease of snapping dry twigs.

The green-clothed woman, shocked and furious, stammered, "You..."

The Heaven and Earth Scale materialized, displaying that it had collected a ball of qi: [Human Desires: The shock, fury, and resentment of a Quasi-Deification Stage Cultivator. Weight: seven taels and nine maces. Can be sold.]

Tucked away in Song Ciwan’s robes, the Sea of Fury Stone grew faintly warm, having apparently absorbed a wisp of the fury.

Song Ciwan’s eyes immediately lit up. She raised her hand and lunged for the shocked and furious green-clothed woman.

The green-clothed woman’s body twisted, and she instantly dissolved into a shower of fine sand that rustled to the ground. Song Ciwan’s hand closed on empty air.

A moment later, the green-clothed woman reappeared ten zhang behind Song Ciwan. She snarled, "You brute! Detestable! Heaven and Earth Cage—kill!"

As she spoke, she brought her hands together, forming a strange Finger Technique. The next moment, an even more terrifying, restrictive power materialized from all sides, pressing in on Song Ciwan.

In that instant, not only did an infinite gravitational force crush in on Song Ciwan from all directions, but more terrifyingly, she felt the very Vitality around her begin to thin out rapidly under the pressure.

After all, if a Cultivator was deprived of Vitality, how could they possibly maintain their Cultivation or use Magic?

Relying only on one’s own internal reserves of Vitality, how long could one last?

These were grave concerns, to be sure, but Song Ciwan’s Divine Techniques were different.

Though they were only Postnatal Divine Techniques, once a practitioner reached the Mastery Realm in their Cultivation of them, the techniques would naturally take on some characteristics of Innate Divine Techniques—

—the most significant of which was that the Divine Technique became a bodily instinct!

For one to cultivate a Divine Technique, their physical body must first be fundamentally altered. Only then can the Divine Technique manifest.

To put it bluntly, a Divine Technique that reached the Mastery Level did not rely on external power!

Song Ciwan’s Infinite Power had reached the Mastery Level, meaning she now possessed a truly infinite strength of her own.

This immense strength was enough for her to rip through the barrier with a sweep of her hand, even while cut off from Vitality. RRRIP!

The cage tore open slightly.

The green-clothed woman grew even more shocked and furious. "You..."

RRRIP! RRRIP!

The cage was torn again and again. With a great heave, Song Ciwan pulled her hands apart. SHATTER! In the Void Space, the invisible binding force crumbled, crashing to pieces with a sound like splintering glass.

An invisible shockwave blasted out in all directions. The green-clothed woman was sent stumbling back dozens of paces before collapsing to the ground, where she spat out a large mouthful of blood with a retch.

The shockwave was still roiling outwards, causing the entire surrounding scene to appear as if in slow motion.

The ruined inn, the fleeing crowds, the Wooden Puppets busy with rescue efforts, and the Night Wanderer who had heard the commotion and was now rushing toward them.

The towering Night Wanderer heard the sound from afar and roared, "What fiend dares cause such a disturbance in the city?"

The green-clothed woman’s voice rose, laced with grievance. "Night Wanderer, I am Lv Yun, a maid in the service of the Second Young Master! This vile thief stole my young master’s greatest treasure! I was only trying to retrieve it, but this villain attacked and injured me! I beg you, Night Wanderer, to bring me justice! Save me!"

The Night Wanderer was as fast as lightning. A single stride of his long legs covered dozens of zhang, and in a few short breaths, he arrived at the scene of the battle. The air was thick with dust and roiling energy. The Night Wanderer lifted the Palm Leaf Fan in his hand and gave it a gentle wave, causing all the dust and shockwaves to slowly settle.

Yet aside from the fleeing commoners and the ruined inn, where was this so-called "vile thief"?

Of course, villains don’t walk around with the words "vile thief" written on their faces. Still, an expert’s presence should be conspicuous. If it wasn’t, it meant they had either already left or were deliberately hiding.

In any case, when the Night Wanderer fanned away the dust, all he saw was the maid, Lv Yun, collapsed on the ground with a look of utter grievance, and a few citizens who had plucked up the courage to shout, "An Immortal has come! We beg you, Immortal, save us!"

As for the "vile thief" Lv Yun spoke of, the Night Wanderer saw no sign of them.

The Night Wanderer waved his Palm Leaf Fan, sniffing the air, but smelled nothing out of the ordinary.

Song Ciwan, of course, had already used the chaos to slip away long before the Night Wanderer arrived. She had even retrieved her Fine-Crafted Puppet, Jia Mu. At the same time, she used the Great Derivation Birth Skill to briefly obscure the celestial secrets, erasing all traces of her presence.

’It was a shame the Night Wanderer had arrived so quickly, preventing me from capturing or killing that green-clothed woman,’ Song Ciwan thought. ’Still, I didn’t come out of this at a loss.’

First, after this battle, she suddenly discovered that she was much stronger than she had previously believed!

For Song Ciwan, building this confidence was more important than anything else.

Second, Song Ciwan now knew the maid’s name was Lv Yun, and the "Second Young Master" she served was a prominent figure in the city. With this clue, the mastermind behind everything would eventually be exposed.

But if a mere maid had a Cultivation approaching the Divinity Transformation Stage, the background of this so-called "Second Young Master" must be terrifyingly powerful. For now, Song Ciwan could not afford to confront such a figure directly.

She needed to think long-term. First, ensure her own safety, and then make her move when the time was right.

Song Ciwan quickly took a long, winding route through the city, using the Great Derivation Birth Skill several more times to ensure she wasn’t being followed. She returned home before dawn, then sold another ball of Xie Yunxiang’s emotions to continue her Cultivation of the Great Derivation Birth Skill.

[You have sold Human Desires: The joy and gratitude of a Qi Transformation Stage Cultivator. Weight: three catties and four taels. You have gained three years and four months of Cultivation time.]

After another three years of Cultivation, Song Ciwan’s understanding was far deeper than before.

After three years, the Great Derivation Birth Skill finally broke through from Beginner to Skilled!

This breakthrough of a single Small Realm brought about a miraculous, fundamental transformation. When Song Ciwan opened her eyes again, the world she saw was different.

It was as if a hazy veil had been lifted; everything was clearer and more direct.

The pre-dawn wind, the different types of qi drifting on the night air, the joys, furies, and sorrows of the Mortal World—all of it seemed to transform into concrete images that flowed into Song Ciwan’s mental catalogue, bringing her a profound sense of clarity.

Song Ciwan used the Great Derivation Birth Skill once more to conceal her aura.

Afterward, she changed into the guise of Mu Dalang, slipped out of her home, and once again set out from South City Siquan Square toward the Demon Refining Platform.

It was the sixteenth day of the first lunar month; the Demon Refining Platform was due to open again.

The job of a Demon Cleaner in the Washing Room was something Song Ciwan was determined to continue.

What Song Ciwan didn’t know yet was that the news of her battle with Lv Yun the previous night was already spreading like a hurricane through the Cultivator circles of Pinglan City.

Defeating Lv Yun with a Cultivation that had not yet reached the Divinity Transformation Stage—such a feat was enough to shake Pinglan to its core.