Chapter 331: Ugly Man, Cheap Spear

Gabelily couldn't believe it as she looked at Fan Jiandan; no wonder when she and Fan Jiandan had arranged to go to the auction house together, Fan Jiandan had a bit more killing intent about her.

It turned out this seemingly harmless fellow was a murderer and robber.

Fan Jiandan hadn't expected Ding Huan to see through her scheme, and she laughed awkwardly:

"Brother Ding, Brother Gabelily, I really wasn't planning to make a move on you two. I have principles. The ones I did make a move on were all people coveting the goods on me."

Ding Huan was well aware that the reason the other party hadn't moved against them wasn't really as noble as she made it sound.

It was because, after learning Fan Jiandan had a pile of spirit stones on her, they hadn't even thought of robbing Fan Jiandan.

During this period Fan Jiandan must have gone out several times; if they had wanted to rob Fan Jiandan, they would have long since followed her in and out of the Void Flying City many times.

Fan Jiandan had voluntarily followed them to stay together because she had taken a liking to what was on them—she just hadn't been given the chance.

Seeing Ding Huan ignore her, Fan Jiandan could only say:

"Brother Ding, Brother Gabelily, whether you believe it or not, I've never had designs on you two. I'll leave first—until we meet again."

Initially Fan Jiandan had indeed wanted to rob Ding Huan and Gabelily of what they had; only she had revealed her wealth so many times in front of Gabelily, and Gabelily hadn't been tempted in the slightest.

This gave her the idea of befriending Gabelily.

Now that Ding Huan had seen through her, and they clearly didn't welcome her, staying here any longer would just be awkward.

"I really never imagined she was a highway robber." Gabelily sighed.

Ding Huan raised his hand and summoned a house-type magic treasure:

"We'll stay here for a while, wait until I've refined the Startling Night Spear before we leave. The next few days will be lively—a whole pile of people want to rob us of what we have."

"Then can't we just leave now?" Gabelily asked Ding Huan in confusion.

The Nine-Colored Immortal-Mortal Lotus was on Ding Huan; leaving now was the most appropriate.

She knew Ding Huan had a pot, and once that pot was activated, ordinary flying magic treasures couldn't catch up at all.

Ding Huan seemed to know what Gabelily was thinking:

"I'm certain someone has a magic treasure that can catch up with ours, so I need to refine the Startling Night Spear."

Ding Huan was certain because his iron pot had only refined five layers of restrictions; its speed probably still couldn't compare to an immortal artifact.

Even if it could match an immortal artifact, it still wouldn't be the fastest.

A commerce association as large as the Ten Thousand Realms Commerce Association absolutely couldn't lack flying immortal artifacts.

Of course, besides that, Ding Huan felt Fan Jiandan's method wasn't bad—take the chance to kill off those fellows eyeing him, and he could even make some money.

That fellow was probably sent by Lou Xihe; kill that fellow, then inquire about Lou Xihe's whereabouts—best to settle Lou Xihe once and for all.

Ding Huan had to stop here to refine the Startling Night Spear, so Gabelily could only wait.

Sure enough, while Ding Huan was refining the Startling Night Spear, cultivators kept setting up cave abodes on the periphery, and some even set up formation flags to prevent Ding Huan from suddenly escaping.

Ding Huan didn't care.

This was the Ten Thousand Realms Commerce Association's territory; as long as the Ten Thousand Realms Commerce Association hadn't acted or spoken, these people wouldn't dare make a move on him casually.

At this moment Ding Huan's divine sense had already fallen into the Startling Night Spear.

Almost the instant Ding Huan's divine sense seeped into the Startling Night Spear, wave after wave of violent, murderous killing intent rushed straight at Ding Huan's sea of consciousness.

Moreover, this killing intent was endless—as long as you refined the Startling Night Spear, the killing intent would not stop.

Ding Huan sighed with emotion; this was his sea of consciousness.

If it were an ordinary cultivator's sea of consciousness, it probably wouldn't take long before it was affected by this kind of killing intent.

His sea of consciousness was his own great Dao universe; even though it was still just a embryonic universe, these killing intents rushing in were utterly insignificant.

What's more, when the killing intents rushed into his sea of consciousness, the Great Universe Art constructed a refinement Zhou Tian, building the Startling Night Spear and all the killing intents into the Zhou Tian.

Once the Great Universe Art Zhou Tian was constructed, Ding Huan was certain that no matter how murderous this spear was, he would refine it.

But after the Great Universe Art Zhou Tian was constructed and only one Zhou Tian had been completed, Ding Huan stopped refining the spear.

Under his Great Universe Art Zhou Tian, he obtained all the information about this spear.

This spear had killed a total of one hundred and twenty-one successive masters; among them, the seventy-third spear master, wanting to merge as one with the spear and cultivate affection, slept hugging the spear.

Yet the spear still killed him, and also killed his friends and family.

The reason for this was that the person who forged this spear was named Chou Jingye. True to his surname, this man was hideously ugly.

This man was a top-tier artifact-refining immortal master of antiquity; the top-tier immortal artifacts he forged were even stronger than spirit treasures.

Chou Jingye was originally a low-level cultivator of the human race; because his artifact-refining talent was astonishing, he had stepped up step by step onto the artifact-refining king's throne that everyone looked up to.

Perhaps because he had suffered too much humiliation and trampling before, once he became famous and received the admiration of all, his character was somewhat twisted.

Maybe it couldn't be called twisted, but rather a kind of inferiority hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

One day, a woman of the Wu race named Xi followed her elders to seek out Chou Jingye, wanting to ask Chou Jingye to forge a magic treasure for her.

The moment Chou Jingye saw Xi, he fell in love and immediately proposed to marry her.

Seeing that the ugly Chou Jingye actually wanted to marry her, Xi immediately cursed Chou Jingye as a toad, shameless, disgusting, and the like.

Xi's elders also despised Chou Jingye's shamelessness.

This incident caused Chou Jingye tremendous humiliation.

That very night he entered this tribe of the Wu race, slaughtered every Wu clansman in the tribe, and raped Xi.

Not only that, he also fused the whetstone of this Wu tribe with top-grade materials and forged it into a spear.

Before this spear had even taken shape, Chou Jingye laughed heartily and named it the Startling Night Spear.

Chou Jingye had originally intended for the Startling Night Spear to absorb the fresh blood of everyone in this Wu tribe, then form killing intent to slaughter everyone he deemed should be killed.

But at that very moment, a great power of the Wu race happened to pass by; upon seeing this, he flew into a terrible rage.

Before the Startling Night Spear had fully taken shape, he used the Startling Night Spear to nail and kill Chou Jingye.

The Startling Night Spear hadn't absorbed the blood of all the Wu clansmen, but it did absorb Chou Jingye's blood; one could say it wasn't wrong to call this spear an incarnation of Chou Jingye.

Ding Huan felt contempt in his heart; to say nothing of the fact that this spear needed to constantly absorb human blood and killing intent to maintain its bloodthirsty aura—even if it were just that scumbag Chou Jingye, he wouldn't use this spear, let alone refine it.

Forget it, no magic treasure—I'll go find a spear myself.

Just as Ding Huan was about to leave Void Flying City with Gia Baihé, a slightly shrill voice came over: "This Daoist friend, Peng Qi has come to pay a visit."

Ding Huan had been about to leave anyway. He opened the restriction and saw a fellow dressed like a monk; the man was saturated with the aura of the void, clearly someone who roamed the starry cosmos year-round.

"Daoist friend Peng, what business do you have with me?" Ding Huan asked calmly.

He knew at least several hundred people had their eyes on him and Gia Baihé—most of them had come for the Nine-Colored Immortal-Mortal Lotus. Of course, some had come for the spirit stones and Hundred-Million-Year Sea Marrow on them.

There were also people from the Myriad Realms Trade Guild who might be watching him.

Peng Qi said in a serious tone: "I've come to purchase the Startling Night Spear from you, Daoist. I bid on it at the auction earlier, but I couldn't outbid you…"

Ding Huan was stunned—the very moment he wanted to toss the Startling Night Spear, someone came to buy it.

Before he could speak, Peng Qi said: "Don't be in a hurry to refuse. Only I can master this Startling Night Spear; anyone else who buys it back will only be harming themselves.

I'm not so noble as to sacrifice myself for others—I'm warning you, this spear truly brings you not the slightest benefit."

Ding Huan looked at Peng Qi's triangular eyes and thought to himself that the fellow's triangular eyes actually looked rather righteous.

"How do you want to purchase it?" Ding Huan said after a moment of silence.

Peng Qi had originally only come to scout the place, leave a few divine-sense imprints, and then find a way to ambush Ding Huan in the dark. He had never imagined he could buy the spear so easily.

Now hearing Ding Huan's words, it seemed he really was going to sell the spear—how could Peng Qi possibly let this slip by?

"This Daoist friend, I only have a little over three hundred million upper-grade spirit stones on me. Apart from that, I also have one ninth-grade Blue Blaze Crystal and one ninth-grade Tree Iron. If it's not enough, Daoist friend may look at my ring."

Peng Qi's words were utterly sincere, and his triangular eyes gleamed with a sincere light.

Ding Huan said: "I refined this spear a little just now, and indeed it's nothing good…"

"Right, right, the Startling Night Spear is no good thing—who doesn't know that?" Peng Qi chimed in agreement with Ding Huan at once.

Ding Huan said: "I'm worried this spear will also have a tremendous effect on you—if I sell it to you, wouldn't I be harming you?"

Peng Qi said solemnly: "I'm not as noble as you make me out to be. I'll tell you—I really do have the ability to subdue this piece of junk spear."

"Since you're not afraid of this spear, then I'll trade it to you—three hundred million upper-grade spirit stones plus that one ninth-grade Blue Blaze Crystal." Ding Huan said without the slightest hesitation.

To say nothing of three hundred million upper-grade spirit stones—even if it were only that one Blue Blaze Crystal, Ding Huan would still make the trade.

This Blue Blaze Crystal was a treasure that could let flames advance in grade. Ding Huan had harvested so many rings and had never obtained a single Blue Blaze Crystal.

Now Peng Qi was delivering himself to his door—how could he possibly miss it?

"Good, many thanks, Daoist friend." Peng Qi took out a ring without the slightest hesitation and handed it to Ding Huan, then gazed at Ding Huan longingly.

With a sweep of Ding Huan's hand, the Startling Night Spear he had sealed landed in Peng Qi's grasp: "The spear is yours."

"Many thanks, many thanks." The excitement in Peng Qi's eyes was impossible to restrain. He had never imagined that the spear he had exhausted every means to obtain before was now acquired so easily—it was like a dream.

As he walked out of Ding Huan's cave abode, he even kindly turned back and said: "You should be careful. I sense many people preparing to make a move against you."

"Many thanks." Ding Huan smiled; naturally, he would not care.

Peng Qi nodded and swiftly departed.