Chapter 292: There’s No Such Thing as a Non-Sellable Item!

An Yuyi’s talent was impressive in its own right, and now, as a Golden Core cultivator with a Grand Elder as her aunt, her status in the Divine Will Sect was far from ordinary.

Ye Chen, however, was on another level entirely. In the Great Chu Empire, he’d effortlessly crushed the Champion King, a figure capable of battling Nascent Soul cultivators. His talent had even earned praise from the Heavenly Evolution Holy Son, Hua Yunfei, a peak Deity Transformation powerhouse—an undeniable mark of a top-tier prodigy.

When the two arrived at Magic Peak, they were received with utmost respect. Soon, they met the Magic Peak Master.

“Greetings, Fellow Daoist An, Fellow Daoist Ye…”

The Peak Master was an elderly man. Though his eyes sparkled with vitality, his physical body showed clear signs of decline, tinged with an air of twilight. When he looked at Ye Chen, his expression carried a mix of emotions. At less than fifty years old, Ye Chen had already reached the peak of the Golden Core stage—an achievement that took the Peak Master 270 years.

In youth, everyone dreams of being the protagonist of their own legend, charging toward immortality with boundless ambition. But by middle age, after facing resource shortages, weak techniques, and stagnant cultivation, most realize they’re not prodigies—just slightly above average. Seeing a true genius like Ye Chen stirred a mix of envy, jealousy, and resignation in the Peak Master’s heart.

After exchanging greetings, they sat down. The Peak Master smiled and asked, “May I know the purpose of your visit, Fellow Daoists?”

An Yuyi, skeptical about the outcome, hesitated to speak. Ye Chen, however, got straight to the point with a smile. “I heard that Fellow Daoist obtained a Spiritual Soul Fruit. I’m on the verge of breaking through to Nascent Soul, but my spiritual sense is just shy of perfection. If I could refine a Spiritual Soul Fruit, my chances of forming a Nascent Soul would greatly improve. So, I’ve come to ask if you might be willing to part with it.”

The Peak Master’s brow furrowed, and he shot a stern glance at his son standing behind him. He’d acquired the Spiritual Soul Fruit by chance while helping his son slay a demonic beast—a fact only his son knew. Clearly, the boy had let it slip.

The son, catching his father’s glare, flinched and cast a resentful look at An Yuyi.

An Yuyi lowered her head, embarrassed.

Ye Chen observed the scene, feeling a pang of pity for the young man. Such was the fate of a simp—pouring his heart out for a girl, only for her to turn around and offer his secrets to her idol. The goddess one idolizes might just be another’s simp.

The Peak Master quickly regained his composure and smiled at Ye Chen. “Fellow Daoist Ye, I do indeed have a Spiritual Soul Fruit. But I need it for my Nascent Soul breakthrough, so I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

His refusal was swift and resolute.

Ye Chen, however, smiled lightly. “Why not hear my offer first, Peak Master?”

The Peak Master shook his head. “I know you’re wealthy, Fellow Daoist Ye. Your store has quite a reputation in Divine Will City—I’ve even bought top-grade pills there myself. But you must understand how crucial a breakthrough is to a cultivator. The Spiritual Soul Fruit is my only shot at forming a Nascent Soul. In the cultivation world, we fight for every chance, no matter how slim. So, please, don’t try to persuade me—I won’t give up my hope of breaking through.”

An Yuyi shook her head inwardly. She’d predicted this outcome. The Magic Peak Master was set on his final attempt to break through to Nascent Soul, his resolve unshakable. He’d left no room for negotiation, shutting down Ye Chen’s request outright. This wasn’t something spirit stones could solve.

To the Peak Master, the Spiritual Soul Fruit was non-negotiable—no amount of spirit stones, not even a mountain of them, would sway him. Without breaking through, he had only a few years left. What use were riches then?

But Ye Chen just smiled faintly. Was there truly such a thing as a non-sellable item? If someone refused to sell, it only meant the offer wasn’t tempting enough.

Unfazed by the Peak Master’s stance, Ye Chen spoke with a warm smile. “Fellow Daoist’s dedication to forming a Nascent Soul and pursuing the Dao is admirable. I wouldn’t dream of asking you to give up. On the contrary, I’d like to help you succeed.”

The Peak Master froze, caught off guard.

Ye Chen reached into his storage bracelet and produced a pill. “This is an ancient Tyrant Body Pill, a fourth-grade elixir. Upon consumption, it can surge your physical vitality for a full year.”

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The Peak Master’s eyes lit up. He’d heard of the Tyrant Body Pill, a legendary elixir from ancient times, coveted by aging cultivators seeking breakthroughs. It could revitalize a waning body, significantly boosting the odds of success.

But its main ingredient was nearly extinct, and as a fourth-grade pill, it was practically a myth. Yet here was Ye Chen, holding one. Its value was beyond measure, especially for someone like him, whose body was failing. Even Nascent Soul or Deity Transformation cultivators would be tempted. It was arguably more precious than the Spiritual Soul Fruit.

The Peak Master’s face betrayed his longing, but he hesitated. For a Nascent Soul breakthrough, spiritual sense was paramount. Without the Spiritual Soul Fruit, his spiritual sense wouldn’t reach perfection, rendering the Tyrant Body Pill insufficient. Still, with it, his chances would improve dramatically. He couldn’t help but ask, “Fellow Daoist, you’re young and have time. Would you consider parting with this pill? In my travels, I once acquired a—”