Chapter 1004: White Dragon Sword

"Senior brother, they’re talking about it like it’s some sort of miracle. What exactly is this Grey Mist Sea?"

Chewing on a piece of chicken, Gu Anran lowered her head and asked in a drunken murmur.

"This... I really don’t know."

Ye Yun shook his head with a wry smile.

In the Supreme God Sovereign’s memories, he truly hadn’t found any trace of the Grey Mist Sea.

It seemed the Grey Mist Sea hadn’t existed for very long.

The Supreme Realm was far from the Daluo Region, and the Supreme God Sovereign sat high above; it was impossible for him to know everything.

However, Ye Yun did have some impression of this Ten Thousand Monster God Temple.

The Ten Thousand Monster God Temple was a massive power within the Demon Clan.

In terms of strength, it was even a bit stronger than the original Supreme Forgetting Palace.

This time, the Ten Thousand Monster God Temple was buying Fog Demon Inner Dan, and at an extremely high price. It would likely prompt many cultivators of the Daluo Region to get involved.

After all, in Ye Yun’s view, the Daluo Region bordered The Tenth Sea Region and could be considered a remote area.

The cultivators here, especially loose cultivators, were relatively poor.

If the Fog Demon Inner Dan from this Grey Mist Sea were truly so valuable, it would attract many people to risk life and limb.

Men die for wealth, birds die for food.

That, too, was only human nature.

Ye Yun didn’t feel there was anything remarkable about this kind of matter.

"Senior brother, do you have any thoughts about going to the Grey Mist Sea to kill Fog Monsters?"

Gu Anran looked up, smiling as she asked Ye Yun.

"I don’t mind either way. Little junior sister, if you really want to go, I’ll go with you."

Ye Yun smiled faintly.

He wasn’t lacking in resources, and had no interest in any cultivation resources in this world.

"Let me think about it first..."

Gu Anran tilted her head, eyes smiling as she spoke.

On this matter, she wasn’t in a hurry to give an answer.

After a while.

The two of them left the restaurant, full of food and drink.

"Senior brother, didn’t you say there were street stalls over there? Come on, let’s go take a look!"

Gu Anran pulled Ye Yun along, staggering as they walked over.

"Little junior sister, did you drink too much from that jar?"

Ye Yun teased.

"It’s mainly because I’m happy being with senior brother, so I didn’t suppress the alcohol..."

Gu Anran giggled.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed. Suddenly the alcohol surged up her throat; she jerked her head to the side, her fragrant shoulders trembling as she let out a boozy hiccup.

Ye Yun couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter.

The pair of senior and junior siblings shared a look, then walked into a side street at the nearby corner, laughing together.

This street wasn’t wide, long and narrow, with quite a few cultivators setting up stalls.

These stall-keeping cultivators were both old and young, dressed plainly. Many of them were cash-strapped loose cultivators.

Compared to the sect-affiliated cultivators on the main streets outside, these loose cultivators looked far more shabby at a glance.

As soon as Ye Yun and Gu Anran stepped into the street, many people greeted them enthusiastically, calling out nonstop.

"Young sir, young lady, come and take a look at my stall. See if there’s anything you’d like to buy?"

Someone called out to them.

"Let me take a look!"

Gu Anran wobbled over, crouched down, and examined the items on the stall.

Ye Yun stood to the side, expression calm.

On this stall there were only a few stalks of medicinal herbs and a few broken magic tools.

At a glance, they were all worthless junk.

"Boring..."

Gu Anran noticed this as well, pouted, stood up, and pulled Ye Yun onward.

Seeing this, that cultivator hurriedly shouted, "Don’t go, you two! Everything I’ve got is really cheap, I’ll sell it for Spirit Stones!"

"I wouldn’t take it even if it were free..."

Gu Anran waved her hand, laughing twice.

The two of them browsed for a while, but didn’t find anything suitable.

Gu Anran felt a bit disappointed.

"Little junior sister, since we didn’t manage to pick up any bargains here, why don’t we go to the auction house and see if we can there?"

Ye Yun suggested.

"That works too..."

Gu Anran nodded. She looked toward the front of the street, pointed in a certain direction, and said, "We’ve just about walked this whole street. Let’s cut through over there!"

"Alright."

Ye Yun nodded.

The two of them walked forward for several dozen zhang. By then, at the end of the street, the number of stalls had dropped drastically.

There was only one old man with hair and beard all white sitting by the roadside, wearing a washed-out cotton robe, seated on the ground with his eyes closed, resting.

The aged old man opened his eyes, face full of enthusiasm, and quickly said, "Fellow Daoists, please stay. This old man is selling all kinds of swords here, their quality is extraordinary. Would you like to pick one?"

Watching the old man boast about his own goods, Ye Yun shook his head repeatedly.

"What good sword could you possibly have on this stall?"

Gu Anran pursed her lips and said carelessly.

Although she sounded nonchalant, she still crouched down at that moment, reached a jade-like hand into a pile of broken swords, and fished one out.

It was an extremely battered Silver Sword, with a white dragon on the blade.

"Miss, you’ve got a good eye. This here is a Silver Dragon Sword, Emperor Level quality, a genuine, top-notch sword!"

The old man tutted as he spoke.

"This sword of yours is merely Emperor Level Lower Grade, and the blade is so heavily damaged. I’d guess its prowess has already fallen to Heaven Level..."

Gu Anran’s eyes flashed as she held the Silver Dragon Sword, examining it over and over.

Ye Yun casually lowered his head and looked at the sword.

"White Dragon Sword?"

The next moment, Ye Yun’s expression changed.

Although this sword was pitted and full of chips, Ye Yun still recognized it at a glance.

This White Dragon Sword was one of his master’s swords back in the day.

"Where did you get this sword?"

Ye Yun took the sword, gently stroking the blade as he asked the old man solemnly.

"Picked it up in a river. You don’t think this old man stole it, do you?"

The old man spread his hands, speaking righteously.

"I’m taking this sword. Name your price."

Ye Yun said calmly.

The old man hesitated, sized Ye Yun up, then raised one hand and said firmly, "Fifty Thousand Spirit Stones, not a single stone less!"

"I’ll give you a hundred thousand."

Ye Yun tossed out a storage pouch, his expression indifferent.

"Many thanks, young sir. You’re giving far too much. Why don’t you pick a few more swords from my stall?"

The old man was a bit flattered and hurriedly said, flustered.

"No need."

Ye Yun shook his head.

"Senior brother, this sword is already so broken. Why did you still buy it?"

Gu Anran stood up and asked curiously.

"Let’s go first..."

Ye Yun said, and pulled Gu Anran away from that street.

They walked to a secluded spot.

"Little junior sister, this White Dragon Sword was one of our master’s swords back in the day. I have no idea how it ended up in the Divine Land..."

Ye Yun caressed the sword’s blade, face full of sighs.

"Ah!" Gu Anran suddenly understood, her face full of shock. "Senior brother, does that mean a disciple of my Divine Dragon Sect once came to the Divine Land?"

Ye Yun slowly analyzed, "It’s hard to say. It might have been one of the disciples of my Divine Dragon Sect, or it might have been master himself..."

"Master is still alive?"

Gu Anran’s eyes lit up as she subconsciously asked.

Although in her memory there was no longer any trace of their master, since she had a senior brother, then naturally there must be a master.

Even if she didn’t remember, that didn’t negate the existence of this master-disciple relationship.

"Master is probably no longer with us..."

Looking toward the direction of The Tenth Sea Region, Ye Yun’s heart felt heavy; his face was sorrowful, and his voice low.