Chapter 63: Hong Jun: No! My Treasure!

“So generous!”

Xiang Xuanqing’s eyes sparkled.

Hong Jun saw this and his heart pounded.

“It’s only temporarily stored here for maintenance!”

“It’s not given to you!”

He quickly pressed down on the Pangu Banner and glared at Xiang Xuanqing.

“Yes, yes, maintenance, maintenance!”

Xiang Xuanqing wore a serious expression, assuming the posture of a professional: “I know how to maintain spiritual treasures.”

“That’s more like it.” Hong Jun released his grip.

Xiang Xuanqing took the Pangu Banner from his hands,

“Come back in twenty yuan hui to retrieve it.” (One yuan hui: 129,600 years)

“How long?!”

Hong Jun’s voice rose sharply.

“Do you also think it’s too rushed?”

Xiang Xuanqing showed understanding.

He analyzed seriously: “This is a primordial supreme treasure, forged from the Pangu Axe, the sacred tool of creation—it holds immense research value… I mean, its maintenance is extremely difficult, requiring meticulous care and immense effort; the hardships involved are beyond words!”

“In short, I must treat your belongings with the utmost seriousness, so as not to betray your trust.”

Xiang Xuanqing spoke with gravity: “Only slow work produces fine results—only then can such a supreme treasure be properly maintained.”

“Therefore, in my opinion, this timeframe must be extended further. Twenty million yuan hui is the best.”

“Twenty million yuan hui?!”

Hong Jun admitted he had lost his composure.

He closed his eyes and pressed his brow, wondering: Is this guy truly clueless, or is he pretending?

He had pulled out the Pangu Banner himself, yet this fellow showed no surprise, no sense of threat—instead, he wanted to steal the supreme treasure.

“Too long!” Hong Jun smiled without warmth.

Xiang Xuanqing thought for a moment and said: “Then I’ll return it to you before I leave Baiyu Jing.”

Hong Jun was about to nod, then instantly realized.

He stared into Xiang Xuanqing’s eyes: “You’re not planning to stick around, are you?”

Caught…

Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “Then you suggest a time.”

“When the Baiyu Jing Assembly ends, I’ll come find you.”

Hong Jun paused, then added: “You’d better not run.”

“I won’t run.”

“I still want to see more of Baiyu Jing’s scenery.”

Xiang Xuanqing held the Pangu Banner in his left hand and amiably waved his right hand toward the [Yin Yang Immortal].

“What are you doing?!” The Yin Yang Daoist’s heart jolted; one hand was already on the Taiji Diagram.

Xiang Xuanqing glanced at him: “Why the rush? I’m just greeting the Taiji Diagram.”

Whoosh!

The Taiji Diagram on the table, as if hearing him, instantly shrank back into the Yin Yang Daoist’s sleeve.

It seemed to deliberately avoid Xiang Xuanqing.

Hong Jun took a deep breath.

“Don’t cause trouble!”

“Oh.” Xiang Xuanqing looked disappointed.

Yang Mei had been smiling throughout.

He had never seen Hong Jun so emotionally unsettled.

Even facing Mo Zu Luo Hou, Hong Jun had never broken down like this.

He stepped forward and said: “Alright, Hong Jun and I have other matters to attend to. You may wander Baiyu Jing freely—we’ll be off.”

Yang Mei pulled Hong Jun away, and soon they vanished at the end of the long street.

“Hmph!”

The Yin Yang Daoist stared at Xiang Xuanqing, the [Alchemy Immortal].

He swiftly packed up his stall and moved to the Second Heavenly City with his sign.

“Friend, you’re truly capable!”

The [Grill Immortal], who had watched everything, stared at Xiang Xuanqing with a grin, deeply intrigued by this fellow vendor.

“If you have any questions, ask me—I’m practically an elder of Baiyu Jing.”

The [Grill Immortal] was enthusiastic, giving him free skewers of grilled meat; they ate and chatted together.

“How many spacetime nodes do these Five Cities and Twelve Qiong Towers connect to?” “That’s hard to say.”

The [Grill Immortal] explained: “Originally, Baiyu Jing had only a few immortals. Back then, we built just one city, crafted by Hong Jun and Yang Mei, connecting only two or three thousand worlds.”

“Later, we invited a second wave of friends to join—like Qian Kun Immortal, Dian Dao Immortal, Yin Yang Immortal—they arrived then.”

“Everyone thought this was fascinating and decided to go all out, so we re-forged the First Heavenly City.”

“In the re-forged heavenly city, each floor tile corresponded to one world. At that time, we gathered thirteen thousand five hundred great thousand worlds alone—medium and small thousand worlds were countless.”

Qian Kun Immortal, Dian Dao Immortal… Xiang Xuanqing silently noted these two names.

“Where did you find so many worlds?”

Xiang Xuanqing asked: “When I traveled through the myriad worlds, I’d visited many, but no more than twenty or thirty thousand. You have thirteen thousand five hundred great thousand worlds?”

“Did you package an entire great thousand cosmos?”

The minimum standard great thousand cosmos encompasses three thousand great thousand worlds; the better ones hold tens of thousands.

As for Da Luo universes, they are one of the Da Luo’s Dao fruits.

Da Luo have transcended time and space—so a Da Luo universe cannot be bound by temporal or spatial concepts.

The specifics depend entirely on the Da Luo Sovereign’s will.

As long as He wishes.

Even within a tiny space, He can establish an ultimate lineage.

The [Grill Immortal] said: “Some worlds were simply found; some we ourselves opened in the Chaos by dissolving our spiritual bodies; most were handled by Hong Jun and Yang Mei.”

“With later waves of friends joining, we built four more heavenly cities and twelve Qiong Towers—Baiyu Jing gradually reached its current scale.”

“I see.”

Xiang Xuanqing mused: Hong Jun, Yang Mei, Yin Yang, Dian Dao, Qian Kun—exactly five heavenly cities.

Who are the masters of the Twelve Qiong Towers?

“By the way, let me introduce myself—I’m Nan Hua. Besides grilling, I also know a bit of feng shui.” The [Grill Immortal] handed Xiang Xuanqing another skewer of Kun meat.

“Feng Du.” Xiang Xuanqing took the skewer and ate it with relish.

“I specialize in forging artifacts; everything else is mediocre.”

He cast a subtle glance at the [Grill Immortal].

[Interesting—Kun Peng is selling Kun meat skewers here?]

Kun Peng was also assessing Xiang Xuanqing’s origins.

[Lord of the Underworld, primordial true name: Feng Du.]

[Wait a minute—why do I feel like he’s seeing right through me!]

Kun Peng’s heart leapt—this sensation had only occurred once before, when he met Fu Xi.

Another kindred spirit?

Kun Peng’s smile deepened.

After exchanging words,

They sat quietly and began calling out their wares.

“Kun meat for sale! Fair prices, delicious and affordable! Buy a hundred skewers of Kun meat, get one free repair of a divine weapon next door.”

“Divine weapons and treasures—wholesale, wholesale! Bulk discounts, free Kun meat included!”

With a primordial supreme treasure in hand, Xiang Xuanqing naturally wouldn’t miss the chance to exploit the opportunity.

Though he was still under Hong Jun’s watchful eye, he wasn’t without means.

“I need to visit the [Great Dao True Realm].”

While setting up his stall, Xiang Xuanqing immediately spirit-traveled beyond Baiyu Jing with the Pangu Banner.

“Damn!”

Hong Jun, strolling in the Third Heavenly City, suddenly turned around.

The Pangu Banner had left Baiyu Jing!

Xiang Xuanqing’s voice echoed: “I haven’t left yet, have I?”

“This is part of the maintenance!”

“Don’t worry.”

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