Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

A storm of wind and thunder erupted from level ground; furious lightning materialized from the void.

At that very moment, as Song Ciwan faced the lightning, she was also bombarded by innumerable human desires, flooding in like a snowstorm!

There were so many human desires that they piled up into a small mountain on the Heaven and Earth Scale.

There were eighty people present. Besides herself and the still-dazed Cai An, who was barely aware of his surroundings, it was safe to say that every single one of the remaining seventy-eight people had provided her with a considerable amount of human desires.

She had performed many astonishing feats before and had received plenty of human desires, but never had she managed to harvest them from every single person present at once.

Some people are naturally stoic; even when their emotions did stir, the fluctuations wouldn’t be strong enough to meet the Heaven and Earth Scale’s threshold for collection. That was perfectly normal.

This time, however, even the most emotionally reserved individuals could not suppress the turmoil in their hearts, providing Song Ciwan with a massive influx of human desires.

This was especially true for Yu Wenxu, Liu Mingzhong, and Xiang Qing.

[Human Desire: Shock, elation, and stupor from a Celestial Pride Level Innate Acupoint Fusion Realm Martial Artist. Five jin and six taels. Redeemable.]

This was the first Qi Over Five Jin from Yu Wenxu!

[Human Desire: Excitement, elation, and hope from a Qi Cultivation Great Perfection Cultivator. Six jin and nine taels. Redeemable.]

[Human Desire: Excitement, shock, and adoration from a Late-stage Qi Cultivation Cultivator. Ten jin and one tael. Redeemable.]

And the first one to exceed ten jin!

…

There were too many human desires; Song Ciwan had no time to examine them in detail.

The lightning was swift and fierce, striking as fast as a falling meteor. Yu Wenxu’s hand had only just reached the hilt of his saber; he had no time to draw his blade to help her.

The brilliant flash stung Liu Mingzhong’s eyes. The old Medical Cultivator, still immersed in the elation of being brought back from the brink of death, could only stare in horror.

Tears welled in the corners of his bloodshot eyes. He tried to cry out, but no sound escaped his lips.

He could only watch, wide-eyed, as the robes of the young woman before him billowed violently in the sandy wind.

Amid the blinding lightning, she reached out a delicate, slender hand and gently grasped the furious, dragon-like bolt.

And just like that, the coarse, ferocious, terrifying bolt of lightning was gently extinguished in her palm.

Everything was calm and peaceful, as if nothing had ever happened.

Only the inky blackness of the horizon was receding. At some point, a sliver of dawn’s pale light had appeared in the eastern sky.

Far in the distance, behind an even thicker bank of clouds, specks of crimson light were beginning to converge like sparks—

It was the sunrise over the Mingqiu Desert!

Dawn had broken, the sun was about to rise, the dead had been revived, and the living… the living dared not even breathe a word.

I ask you, what in this world truly qualifies as a divine healer?

The sunrise in the Mingqiu Desert was swift and sudden.

In the blink of an eye, the sun moved from the eastern horizon to its midday zenith, blazing ostentatiously—just like the mood of the people inside Demon Suppression Pass.

Demon Suppression Pass was no ordinary city. Within its walls, aside from the West Wind Army, there were only the Demon Hunters who had flocked here from all over.

Here, there were no idlers. Everything operated with precision, and this included the Demon Hunters, who only accepted missions and were not officially part of the army.

The West Wind Army had ten camps. Aside from the central Gale Camp, the spear-like Xun Wind Camp, and the Howling Wind Camp—which handled training new recruits and managing logistics—there was also the Wind Fury Camp, which was dedicated to receiving the Human Race Cultivators who journeyed from all corners of the Nine Provinces World.

So as not to interfere with the military operations of Demon Suppression Pass, the Wind Fury Camp’s sole purpose was to issue missions.

Although the Demon Hunters also earned Battle Merits and were subject to military discipline, they still had far more autonomy than the regular soldiers.

They could form their own squads, accept missions at the Wind Fury Camp, and earn Battle Merits in return.

On this day, the commotion began first in the Wind Fury Camp.

It started with a squad composed of disciples from prominent families. Because of their backgrounds, they were usually better informed than most.

One of them was from the Ling Martial Sect, the legitimate grandson of the sect’s Grand Elder. Although he lacked the official status of a core disciple, he had always enjoyed the same treatment. Thanks to his endless supply of Magical Treasures, he had earned a nickname in the Wind Fury Camp: Young Master Duobao.

This Young Master Duobao was clearly a Martial Artist, yet he relied on Magical Treasures to win all his battles. How ridiculous was that?

Young Master Duobao was in a terrible mood today. Du Xingheng, a core disciple of the Ling Martial Sect, had been lost in the Ancient Divine Palace. All contact with the Sect had been severed, and there was still no clear news of her condition.

The Ling Martial Sect had issued a reward and sent two of its own Elders to search for her, but an entire night had passed, and now even those two Elders had lost contact!

Normally, it was expected for Cultivators to encounter all sorts of dangers when traveling.

Losing contact for a night or two was nothing to panic about; even a month or two of silence wasn’t necessarily cause for alarm.

But this situation was different!

According to reports from the Cultivators who had just returned from the Nine Transformation Lotus Pool, it was highly likely that Du Xingheng, just like Wu Yanjun and the others, had been infected with an Alien Gu.

‘No, it wasn’t just a possibility. Du Xingheng had definitely been infected with an Alien Gu. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have deliberately wounded herself and entered the Earth Palace just to avoid losing her sanity and harming her comrades!’

Du Xingheng was the hope of the entire Ling Martial Sect, the Sect’s most outstanding Celestial Pride. Ranked sixth on the Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List, she had slain countless Demons in her lifetime and was truly a hero.

‘A figure like her could die on the battlefield, or die a martyr for the Dao. But to be turned into a disgusting worm, to lose her sense of self… and *then* die? What a horrifying fate that would be!’

Forget whether the world or the Ling Martial Sect could accept it—Du Xingheng herself would never be able to accept such a fate!

Young Master Duobao’s real name was Wei Chi. His mind was a mess, so he accompanied his teammates to the Battle Merits station in the Wind Fury Camp. This was where Demon Hunters came to accept missions and redeem their points.

He had just stepped inside when the gratingly smug voice of Chen Ming, a disciple from the equally prominent Yuanmiao Sect, rang out.

“Well, well, if it isn’t our Wind Fury Camp’s famous Young Master Duobao, the one and only Young Master Wei! Young Master Wei, did you hear? The Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List was updated last night, you know?”

Chen Ming and Wei Chi had never seen eye to eye. Now, holding a hand-copied version of the Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List he’d gotten from who-knows-where, he swaggered past Wei Chi, waving it smugly.

He clicked his tongue. “Oh, Young Master Wei, that Celestial Pride of your Ling Martial Sect… things really aren’t looking good for her, are they! The Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List has been updated. What do you think? Did your precious Du Celestial Pride get knocked off the list?”

Such a blatant provocation sent a rush of blood to Wei Chi’s head. The fury on his face was almost tangible. He took a heavy step forward and was about to swing his fist to teach the other guy a lesson when several hands grabbed him from behind. His teammates hastily intervened, “Brother Wei, don’t be rash! Private fighting in the Wind Fury Camp is a major offense!”

Another person behind him whipped out a list and opened it without missing a beat. “Junior Brother Wei, that bastard Chen Ming is just trying to provoke you into breaking the rules! Don’t fall for it! Let’s look at the current list… Sixth place, Du Xingheng!”

The speaker was Wei Chi’s senior brother, Chang Kuan. He exclaimed in pleasant surprise, “Senior Sister Du is still on it! She’s fine! She hasn’t been removed from the list!”

Then he continued reading: “Seventh place, Bu Tianzhi of the Human Race.”

“Eighth place, Bi Danxin of the Human Race.”

“Ninth place, Jiang Yu of the Human Race.”

“Tenth place, Xing Lan of the Human Race.”

…

At this point, the person reading the list suddenly stopped, then shot to his feet in shock.

“Brother Wei, Brother Wang, Brother Zheng… everyone! The top ten of the Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List! Except for Tushan Jing in first place, the rest are all from the Human Race! They’re all human!”

THUD!

He was so excited that despite being a Martial Arts expert at the Innate Third Transformation, in that moment of reading the list, he completely lost control of his own body.

He collapsed to the ground, clutching the list and roaring with laughter.