In a particular portal that let out a reddish hue, creatures of the night that were rarely seen in other worlds were constantly transferring in and out of the gateway to either sell or buy their own products. Their bodies were renowned for their extensive strength, making them horrible enemies to fight in close quarters. These were the beings of immense strength that drew their power from powerful Bloodlines, the beings from the Underworld.
A variety of species ranging from powerful Lycans with robust bodies of humanoid wolves to the race of the masters of blood that was the Vampyres, all were moving peacefully among other beings in the Rainbow Spirit Mountain.
This was just one of the locations in the World of Cultivation that held a hub of diversity and collection of strong beings trading and sharing information with one another. Different sources of strengths were discussed as every single being tried to become increasingly stronger through any means possible, while unknown things still continued to occur in the dark.
All of this was made possible by the power that the many Sects of the World of Cultivation carried. There had been very few incidences as nobody dared to cause issues with powerful beings that held a level of control over universal laws.
In the Rainbow Spirit Mountain, there were many paths snaking upwards with Shops, Inns, Pill Pavilions, Jadesmiths, and many more spectacular services built throughout.
The higher up the mountain one went, the more exotic and expensive the services would become. One would even be able to set their eyes on a Supreme Weapon whenever the extravagant auctions held by the Time Immemorial Sect appeared.
Everything sold in this mountain was under the scrutiny of this sect, with taxes being imposed on everything. This allowed for extreme wealth and power to be condensed in the hands of any Sect that held control of a Mountain similar to the Rainbow Spirit Mountain.
This made the Time Immemorial Sect a hegemony over the areas surrounding the mountains
Near the bottom of the Rainbow Spirit Mountain was a small stall that could barely be considered a legible place of business. An old man wearing ragged robes with soot covering half of his face was holding a cane and standing beside this stall selling his wares. His eyes seemed grey and cloudy as a hoarse voice periodically came out of his scratchy throat to advertise the things he was selling.
Many beings continued to pass by this dilapidated stall without sparing a glance as time passed.
"Oh, Senior Brother Carl, isn't that the Martial Uncle of the scheming disciple you put in place not too long ago? He's apparently selling a Legacy Treasure that was passed down through his family."
Not too far from the stall, a group of Cultivators wearing wine-colored robes were passing by and chatting happily. The group was surrounding a certain Senior Brother and pampering him up in any way possible as one of them made a mistake and pointed out the dilapidated stall at the bottom of the mountain.
The disciple who had spoken out felt mocking gazes land on him as the mood turned sour, their Senior Brother's face losing its smile and turning towards the stall. His face turned sour as he shook his head mockingly and went towards the stall.
"Old man, why are you still on this mountain? After your daughter's schemes of betrayal were found out by me and she was punished accordingly, I thought you would have run off to some backwards country by now."
The tone of Senior Brother Carl was confident and proud as he spoke disrespectful words to someone more powerful than him without regard.
The eyes of the old man shined a tinge of red at the mention of his daughter, as an oppressive aura at the TRANSCENDENT level erupted out from him. Senior Disciple Brother Carl sneered at this as he threw his head back and laughed lightly.
"If you so much as touch me, you know that you and your daughter will lose your lives. So why don't you pack up these fake treasures and stop souring the mood of this Rainbow Spirit Mountain?"
The words acted like a reminder as the aura of the old man deflated and his eyes became cloudy again, pulling back to his little stall and calling out once more with his hoarse voice to advertise his wears.
"A powerful Legacy Treasure, Cloudsprite weapons and armor, a Runic Armament…"
After being ignored, the expression on Senior Brother Carl turned sour as he was about to continue berating the old man when two figures began approaching the dilapidated stall.
It was a dark-haired man that was still in his 20s with a sharp jaw and robust body that could not be hidden beneath the simple blue robes he wore. He was followed by a young woman with a vivacious figure wearing a similar blue robe as she was looking at everything with a fiery gaze.
The dark-haired man went towards the dilapidated stall where the old man was as his eyes bore carefully at the many items being sold. His eyes shined a sharp light that nobody caught as he turned towards the man and said with a light smile.
"I would love to take a look at some of your items, Martial Uncle."
The words were confident and strong, making the aged old man surprised while making the mood of Senior Brother Carl sourer. The blatant disregard for his high standing as this newcomer just passed by him to talk to the person he was berating made his face hot as he thought he could feel the gazes of the disciples he brought with him boring into his back. Senior Brother Carl puffed up his chest as he made his voice deeper and shouted out.
"You dare?!"
Chapter 217 - Picking up treasures by the roadside I
"You dare?!"
Boisterous words came out from behind Noah as he continued to marvel at the sights in front of him.
Using the memories from the many Cultivators he had taken down from the Mountain Sea Sect, he had a portion of the locations of the World of Cultivation mapped out. Since he could travel to any location he had seen before through the use of memories, he chose to appear in one of the central-most locations where beings of other worlds also entered the World of Cultivation.
Both he and Barbatos had appeared mystically among the throngs of moving cultivators as they began to make their way through the Rainbow Spirit Mountain and take in the marvels around them.
Noah had the Unique Skill {Observant} active as it covered the area around him for miles, giving him a tremendous amount of information from every single item or treasure being traded, all the way to the words that every single being was saying to another.
To process such a large amount of information coming to him all at once, {Parallel Thought} and {Hasten Mind} were kept active at all times as the flow of information did not seem to place any burden on his mind as he absorbed everything like a sponge.
In just a matter of minutes, the current state of affairs, the atmosphere of the Rainbow Spirit Mountain, as well as any major upcoming events that beings continued to talk about were all captured in his mind.
Many spectacular looking items, treasures, and pills that shone gorgeous colors were all under his observation as he walked around and took in the sights.
It was around this time that his {Observation} came across a particular item that actually caused a jolt to go through his mind. This was completely random, as there should not have been anything to cause a reaction in this foreign new world.
But the reaction was caused by something completely unexpected, something that was coming from the Spiritual Land that was hiddenly anchored to his body! He was always supplying mana to keep the Time Space active for the beasts that wanted to continue practicing as well as the continuation of the fast-paced growth of the plants. He actually felt a reaction that could only be described as a briefly appearing line of connection from the Time Space to a particular item in a dilapidated stall at the bottom of Rainbow Spirit Mountain.
His gaze sharpened as he briskly went forward to check it out, pulling the curious Barbatos behind him as they approached an old man being berated by a young master.
Noah kept his attention on the item in the stall as he looked towards the old man and said lightly.
"I would love to take a look at some
of your items, Martial Uncle."
His words were a surprise to passerbys as nobody was paying attention to this dilapidated stall, but even more attention was drawn in by the arrogant voice of a certain Senior Brother.
"You dare?!"
Senior Brother Carl had a dark look on his face as he looked towards Noah in a questioning fashion. There were very few beings who would dare to disregard the authority of someone like him while on Rainbow Spirit Mountain.
Noah did not even turn around as he remained focused on the aged old man in front of him who had begun picking up some of the things in the stall for him to observe. His eyes wandered over the items as they ranged from weapons and armor, along with the apparent legacy treasure that he felt a slight reaction from.
"Most of these are wears I forged myself during my prime, with...this particular treasure being one that was passed down through my family."
The old man hesitated as he introduced the items he was selling, clearly still hesitant to sell the item he regarded as a Legacy Treasure.
"Spirit Stones or rare herbs are acceptable methods of payment."
Spirit stones were what cores were referred to in the World of Cultivation after they had undergone a process of refining. The many cores that Noah currently held with him from the enemies he had taken down would be considered to be unrefined Spirit Stones that would be of lesser value. Noah pondered this as he thought of the latter words the old man had mentioned, the rare herbs.
His thoughts were interrupted as the ignored Senior Brother Carl spoke angrily yet again.
"Ignoring me like this? Good! Good!"
The disciple of Time Immemorial Sect had taken offense from the newcomer who didn't seem to care about his status in this mountain. His body crackled with a slight hue of purple as it seemed he was about to make a move when Barbatos tugged on Noah's robe and spoke impassively towards Noah.
"Hey, I think this limp-d.i.c.k kid over here is talking to you."
CLANG!
Some traders dropped the weapons they were selling as horrendous and unbelievable words came out of the mouth of the fair girl dressed in clear blue robes. Young Master Carl's face turned ashen as he turned to look at Barbatos.
Noah's smiling face had a hint of irritation as he looked towards the mischievously smiling Barbatos and then turned his attention back to the old man and his stall. The fuming young master behind them was about to erupt when Noah's voice finally replied while he was still looking through the items in the dilapidated stall.
"This is Rainbow Spirit Mountain, the biggest perk of this mountain is that no violence is allowed no matter who you are. Even an inner disciple of the Time Immemorial Sect falls under the same category. You're wasting your time if all you're going to throw around will be words."
Noah's words finished as an expression of epiphany appeared on his face, waving his hands as blue and white-colored fruits appeared on the palm of his hands.
"Martial Uncle, would you accept something like this as a form of payment?"
The fruits appeared in his palm as it let out a burst of essence and hazy blue color, these were the [Ice Phoenix Fruits] and [Spirit of the Arctic] that were being devoured by the beasts in the Spiritual Land for their breakthrough from the Mythical into the Phantasmal rank. Even the calamities continued to eat them as well for the dense essence that was collected within. There were gasps and shock from the surrounding people that were still watching as the fruits appeared.
"Such dense Medicinal Fruits!"
"Those...should at least be at the fourth tier, right?"
Medicinal herbs and fruits in the World of Cultivation were ranked, with those closer to rank 1 being common fruits and herbs used by beginner Pill Masters, and any higher ranks being rare herbs that many looked for.
"I see, so he's actually a Pill Master. It explains why he disregarded an inner disciple of the Time Immemorial Sect."
"Pill Master, I also have treasures that you might like over here!"
"Grandmaster, I have a collection of earrings that allow you to…"
Traders around the bottom of the mountain began to call out as the resplendent fruits from the Spiritual Land appeared. The old man's cloudy eyes had a flash of color as some excitement appeared on his face.
"Y-yes, the Medicinal Fruits work!"
His cloudy eyes were brightening up as this was the major thing he needed to help his daughter. His eyes landed on Noah as he thought about who this mysterious individual might be to have gotten hold of such potent Medicinal Fruits.
Individuals holding something like this were almost always powerful Pill Masters who were very much sought after across the World of Cultivation. It was these pill and elixir makers who concocted spectacular creations that many cultivators used for their breakthroughs.
The neglected Senior Brother Carl that was fuming by the side calmed himself down at the possible identity of the man in front of him. The words he said were true, where even he would be disciplined if he broke the rules of Rainbow Spirit Mountain and attacked someone. He reigned in his anger as he snapped his fingers and began leaving, but not before having the last word.
"This isn't over. I'll remember your faces, newcomers!"
His group began leaving embarrassingly as traders began to crowd Noah's position, but his eyes continued to stay on the stall of the old man towards the one particular treasure that somehow had a reaction with the Time Space in his Spiritual Land.
Chapter 218 - Picking up treasures by the roadside II
To keep his goal vague, he bought a few weapons along with the item the Martial Uncle considered to be a Legacy Treasure by exchanging for a few [Ice Phoenix Fruits] and [Spirit of the Arctic].
Barbatos was shooing away the gathering traders with an impassive expression, clearly showing they were not interested in anything else.
The Martial Uncle's cloudy eyes were becoming slightly brighter as he collected the Medicinal Fruits and began to pack up his stall as he spoke out.
"Thank you for this, Pill Master. I have a very...sick daughter who will finally be able to get some peace with these medicinal herbs in the picture."
Noah nodded at this as he looked forward to finding out what treasure he had picked up in his first hour in the World of Cultivation as he replied,
"Is there anything else I can do to help?"
"No, this is more than enough." The Martial Uncle had a forlorn look as he stared at a particular location of Rainbow Spirit Mountain where a grand building for the Time Immemorial Sect stood strong.
"My family was one of the first servants that took care of the founder of Time Immemorial Sect, and the treasure you just obtained was something that my father received as a gift for his loyalty."
The Martial Uncle finished packing his stall as continued to talk.
"It has been passed down through generation over the years, with nobody seeing anything special about it, gradually becoming sentimental in value. Now, it is in your hands. Thank you again, stranger, and I wish you the best."
The Martial Uncle gave a bow as he hurriedly left, wanting to get to his daughter's side as soon as possible to use the Medicinal Fruits he just received. Noah simply observed all of this as he nodded to Barbatos, and they began walking around Rainbow Spirit Mountain once more.
It looked like the most mystical market place as beings continued to barter back and forth, selling rare and abstruse things that could only be found in unknown corners of the universe.
They walked around and continued to observe the different beings spread throughout for another hour before Noah could not delay it any longer. He pulled Barbatos's hands as they veered off the main roads of Rainbow Spirit Mountain and their figures disappeared in a silver flash of light.
Their bodies reappeared in the underground layer of the Spiritual Land as Barbatos stretched her body and said,
"When are we gonna get to do the exciting things?"
Noah was already moving towards the Time Space while pulling out
the item he just bought as he replied.
"As soon as I figure out what I just picked up, hold on."
The object that was considered a legacy treasure was actually a small purple sheath that had a curved shape with various runic markings. There was a twinkle of purple light as he brought it closer and closer to the Time Space, the description of the item gradually becoming clear in front of his eyes.
[Sheath Regalia] An old sheath that has not been used in a long time. It functions as a battery to a treasure lost through time. Very few are able to meet the requirements to recharge it. Current energy capacity (0/100)
Noah was observing this treasure carefully as he entered the Time Space and watched a spectacular change start to occur. There was only a slight purple light that began to pulse as he brought it closer, but the moment he entered the Time Space a burst of light erupted as the Sheath in his hands began to growl like a hungry beast and began to absorb the mysterious power of time that was being given off by the many monoliths surrounding the Time Space.
The process did not seem to be stopping anytime soon as Noah observed that more of his mana was being taken that was used to keep the Time Space active as soon as he entered with this [Sheath Regalia]. He wanted to obtain more information about the item in his hands, so naturally, he used the skill that had made many things possible in his journey.
[Memory Plunder] was used once more after a while, and this time the target was an item. Another light shined out as the sheath in Noah's hands continued to glow with a brighter purple light, the information about its origins gradually forming in Noah's mind as [Memory Plunder] got to work.
Only a few brief seconds passed as Noah's impassive face became surprised and then gradually began to fill with shock.
'This…!'
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In a place not too far away, at the top of Rainbow Spirit Mountain.
Martial Uncles and Martial Deacons of the Time Immemorial Sect were gathered in a grandiose room that shone with hues of light as they discussed in hushed tones.
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