Chapter 2815: Anything Else?

"Really giving it!"

Seeing the honest young man take the ancient scroll, the cultivators and onlookers behind him all sighed in admiration, secretly praising Ye Chen’s generosity. An Emperor Dao Xian Fa was an invaluable immortal treasure! In terms of value, it far surpassed the lightning the young man had offered.

“Thank you, senior.”

The young man gave a simple smile, tucked the secret scroll away, and left. Before departing, he respectfully bowed to Ye Chen, feeling deeply indebted. Ye Chen had protected the common people so many times, and now in exchange for lightning, he had given an Emperor Dao Xian Fa. Overall, the young man had come out ahead.

Another person stepped forward.

This time, it was a white-haired elder, leaning on a green bamboo staff. His skin was wrinkled, and he walked unsteadily, his back bent like a bow. The whole of him seemed lifeless, clearly indicating his time was running out.

“I seek the Holy Body’s blessing for a life-extending pill.”

The elder smiled wearily, his great limit fast approaching.

As he spoke, he presented a bolt of lightning, a red Tian Lei. The lightning was crimson, almost like a pool of blood at first glance, and its thunderous roar was piercing.

“An eight-pattern Life-Extending Golden Pill.”

Ye Chen smiled and flicked his hand, sending a pill flying out.

“Thank you.”

The white-haired elder was overjoyed and quickly caught it. An eight-pattern Life-Extending Golden Pill would let him live for several more centuries. If he could break through to Quasi-Emperor level in that time, he might gain another thousand years of life.

“I want a magical weapon.”

No sooner had the elder left than a wolf demon stepped up, boldly calling himself “this old man.” His aura was quite powerful, with sharp and spirited eyes.

Ye Chen said nothing, just glanced at him sidelong. He couldn’t fathom where this Saint-level wolf demon got the nerve to act so cocky in front of him.

“This little one wants a magical weapon.”

The wolf demon suddenly became deferential, chuckling awkwardly. He was used to being arrogant and brash, so the words had slipped out. With a grin, he offered a bolt of black lightning, which barely qualified as Tian Lei and was slightly weaker than the previous red one.

“Don’t keep calling yourself ‘this old man’—it’s asking for a beating.”

Ye Chen chuckled and waved his hand to produce a magical weapon.

Wow!

Exclamations of surprise erupted. The crowd looked up in awe at the array of weapons: golden divine blades, red immortal swords, bronze furnaces, ancient seals—countless treasures, all gleaming with various colors like brilliant stars. Each was a genuine Quasi-Emperor artifact.

Gulp!

Even the wolf demon swallowed hard. He’d expected a Great Saint weapon at most, but Ye Chen had brought out Quasi-Emperor artifacts. What a show of face!

“Quickly, you can only take one.”

Ye Chen said casually, having already taken the black lightning.

“Thank you, senior.”

The wolf demon snatched the golden divine blade and vanished in a flash, afraid Ye Chen might change his mind. It was his first time handling a Quasi-Emperor artifact.

“This guy’s going to soar!”

Watching the departing wolf demon, many people felt envious. A Saint-level cultivator with a Quasi-Emperor weapon? In battles of the same realm, who could stand against him?

“The Holy Body is incredibly bold!”

“I sold a bolt of lightning earlier.”

“Damn, that hurts.”

Many clutched their chests, regretting it. They had once had lightning but hadn’t capitalized on it. Compared to Ye Chen’s lavish exchanges, they’d gotten peanuts for theirs.

“Senior, I want the red immortal sword.”

Another person approached—a petite fairy maiden, clever and spirited, with an air similar to Xiyan. Her bright eyes sparkled.

She was also a Saint, newly advanced, and her lightning was a purple bolt, stronger than the black one but still among the lowest-tier Tian Lei.

As long as it was lightning, he wanted it.

The fairy maiden left, skipping along joyfully, clutching the red immortal sword. It was a real Quasi-Emperor artifact—her family didn’t even have one of that level.

“I want a magical weapon too.”

“Go ahead, take one, but only one.”

“That Ten Thousand Swords United technique of yours is pretty good, young friend.”

“Old man, you know your stuff!”

“Senior, I have some earth lightning. Want it?”

“No, it’s too unstable.”

The meteorite within a hundred zhang radius was buzzing with activity. People were exchanging lightning left and right, and plenty of spectators were chatting away. It had turned into a full-fledged trading market, with Ye Chen acting like the accountant, collecting Tian Lei and giving items based on value.

Unfortunately, the lightning he received wasn’t of high quality. Not a single Shen Lei or top-tier Tian Lei—mostly low-level stuff in bulk.

In his inner world, the Tian Lei was extremely active.

Hundreds of bolts hung in the air, merging one by one. Compared to the Taichu Shen Lei, these were well-behaved, submitting immediately.

The Taichu Shen Lei ignored them completely.

Merge away, go ahead and merge. Without me, no matter how much Tian Lei you gather, you won’t become Chaos Lei. Do you think Chaos Lei is that easy to form?

Outside, Ye Chen continued the exchanges.

All sorts of people arrived: human cultivators, demon cultivators, devil cultivators—elders, women, youths, you name it. They all had some lightning, varying in strength and color.

He was like a scrap collector, taking anything that came, handing out pills, weapons, secret scrolls, and immortal techniques without a second thought. He didn’t feel the pinch at all—lost treasures could be found again, and his core skills were intact.

Tsk, tsk, tsk!

The onlookers clicked their tongues in amazement at Ye Chen’s boldness and wealth. A half-step Great Accomplishment Desolate Ancient Holy Body was loaded and carefree. Every treasure he traded away was a rare worldly gem.

“Are there more?”

At some point, no one else stepped forward, prompting Ye Chen to call out. Don’t hold back—if you have lightning, bring it out! We’re not skimping on payment. Every pill or weapon he exchanged was worth more than the lightning. Fair deal.

“We’d love to, but we don’t have any.”

Many people licked their lips longingly.

Indeed, none did.

Ye Chen’s eyes shone brightly as he scanned the crowd. He could see right through everyone there—not a single one carried lightning.

He finally sat back down, pulled out his wine flask, and glanced at his inner world. His efficiency was high, and so was the Tian Lei’s; hundreds of bolts had already merged, making the lightning source even more refined.

After two flasks of wine, it was a long wait.

Ye Chen rested his chin in his hands, bored out of his mind.

Sometime later, he spotted figures approaching from the starry sky—a man and a woman, hand in hand. The man was unrestrained, the woman ethereally beautiful and graceful.

At a glance, they were old acquaintances of Ye Chen: one was Kunlun Shenzi, the other Huashan Shennu. Wherever they went, they stood out.

“Just hate this kind of couple, flaunting their love everywhere.”

Many in the crowd folded their arms, thinking, We get it, you’re married, but do you have to hold hands? So many single folks here, and you’re rubbing it in?

Ye Chen lazily turned his head for a casual look.

Oh?

They had lightning!

“Come on, come on, have a drink.”

He jumped up energetically and went out to meet them on the meteorite, full of enthusiasm. He wedged himself between them, grabbing Kunlun Shenzi with one hand and Huashan Shennu with the other. Their lightning was top-notch.

“The Chiyan Xian Lei—I think you’d like it.”

Kunlun Shenzi laughed and waved a bolt of lightning. As expected, it was high-level—like flames, with thunder embedded in fire and fire fused in thunder.

Even the Taichu Shen Lei stirred at the sight. Lightning that caught its eye was no ordinary thing—ranked quite high if you were listing them.

“How could I accept this?”

Ye Chen let go of their hands, took the lightning, and though he said the words, his actions were swift. He had rushed out just for the lightning. Truth be told, I don’t really like you two, especially you, Kunlun Shenzi—you stole my Huashan little cabbage. Seeing you irks me.

Kunlun Shenzi and Huashan Shennu didn’t respond—they were too busy. If you’re embarrassed, why take it so smoothly? We’re just being straightforward.

And straightforward they were. The couple each carried a large sack—more like oversized storage bags—filled with Ye Chen’s floating weapons, pills, and secret scrolls. The lightning wasn’t free, after all.

“You know, I feel like giving you two a few words.”

Ye Chen said meaningfully.

“Go ahead.”

“Dog couple.”

“Get lost.”