Chapter 936: The Purple Flower Fire

Qiu Xue noticed her martial sister had stopped speaking. Turning, she saw two pale azure pills in her sister's hands. Recognizing them, she exclaimed in shock, "Azure Wen Pills?! And special grade!"

Everyone knew the immense value of azure wen pills to Golden Core cultivators, especially special-grade ones. These were impossible to purchase; only Pill Kings could concoct them. The Condense Red Pill was the best cultivation pill for Golden Core cultivators, but the azure wen pill, second best, uniquely facilitated reaching the peak Golden Core stage.

These pills aided Golden Core tertiary stage cultivators in breaking through to the peak stage. With sufficient pills and no adverse effects, advancement was swift. However, the main ingredient, Azure Wen Grass, was exceedingly rare, making the pill difficult to concoct, requiring at least a level 9 spirit pill master. Even as a core disciple of a seven-star sect, Qiu Xue rarely obtained special-grade azure wen pills; at Golden Core level 9, she'd be lucky to get a top-grade one.

Yet, here were two special-grade pills, radiating spiritual energy, in her martial sister's hands. The younger girl, understanding immediately, placed them in a jade bottle, equally excited. They hadn't expected a Golden Core level 1 cultivator to give them four special-grade pills.

Seeing her sister's intense gaze, she understood her desire. Presenting the two bottles, she said, "Martial Sister, I don't need these now; it would be wasted on me."

Qiu Xue coveted the pills but knew their value. Taking one bottle, she said, "That person gave us two; one each. I never expected it!"

The big-eyed girl blinked. "Martial Sister, good thing I didn't listen to you! I almost threw them away!"

Qiu Xue blushed. "I think we misunderstood him. He might have genuinely wanted to ask questions."

Her sister countered, "I refuse to believe he doesn't know the South Peace State's ten beauties. If he gave away such pills so easily, he's a core disciple from an eight- or nine-star sect, using a new approach to gain your attention. But it backfired."

Qiu Xue shook her head. "Not necessarily. Consider his flying artifact – an ugly kitchen knife. If he were from an eight-star sect—" She believed Ye Mo had obtained the pills by chance and given them to curry favor; she'd seen such cultivators before, offering everything for her attention.

Her sister nodded. "I wonder if he's still here."

Searching the crowd, she spotted Ye Mo conversing with others. Grabbing Qiu Xue's sleeve, she exclaimed, "Martial Sister, he's right there! He didn't even greet us! What kind of pursuer is this? Hmph!"

"He's talking to low-grade sect members. Clearly, he's not from a major sect. I don't know how he obtained the pills." Big sect members typically disregarded lower-grade sect members.

Qiu Xue saw Ye Mo, but he didn't acknowledge them.

"Qiu Xue Goddess, Yang Rou Martial Sister, long time no see," a friendly male voice announced.

Qiu Xue frowned, recognizing Wang Pu, a core disciple of the Tian Xian Sect, a seven-star sect, and a Golden Core level 8 cultivator, stronger than herself. She nodded curtly, "Martial Brother Wang Pu, what is it?"

Wang Pu, unfazed, said smoothly, "I thought I saw special-grade azure wen pills in Martial Sister Yang Rou's hands." Qiu Xue's frown deepened; Wang Pu clearly wanted the pills.

"I saw another bottle. If you're willing to sell…" Qiu Xue interrupted, "Sorry, Martial Brother Wang, they're too important to us."

Wang Pu, seemingly expecting this, continued calmly, "Of course, I wouldn't force you. I just wondered where you acquired them, to try my luck."

Qiu Xue felt relieved, but worried for Ye Mo. Without a powerful background, he'd be in grave danger from Wang Pu.

"We helped someone, and they gave us these in gratitude. We don't know them," Qiu Xue said casually, blushing slightly at the lie; they hadn't actually helped Ye Mo.

Wang Pu sneered. "That person's very generous, giving special-grade pills to a stranger for help! Hehe."

Qiu Xue didn't explain; she wouldn't believe it either. She glanced subconsciously at Ye Mo, a moment noted by Wang Pu. He doubted Ye Mo, associating with lesser sect members, possessed such pills, but the glance hinted at something.

The Purple Flower Fire's imminent birth diverted his attention.

A Golden Core peak stage cultivator addressed the crowd, "Dao Friends, we seek the Purple Flower Fire! Only one exists, but many seeds accompany it. Obtaining a seed is still fortunate!"

The crowd fell silent. He continued, "There are 36 seeds, but hundreds of cultivators. Not everyone will get one. Remember, we're elite cultivators of South Peace State. Avoid killing each other over the seeds!"

Ye Mo sneered; he knew this was a lie. The lake would likely be blood-red by the end.