"This Heavenly Treasures Cover of yours looks quite old, young man. How much is it?"

An old man in a golden robe came over, his eyes fixed on the Heavenly Treasures Cover in Ye Yun's hand, a fiery interest glinting in them.

"Not much. I'm selling it for fifty thousand Spirit Stones," the blue-robed youth replied courteously, waving his hand.

The old man stroked his chin, hesitating for a moment before smiling. "Fifty thousand isn't expensive. How about this: I'll give you sixty thousand, and the Heavenly Treasures Cover is mine?"

Ye Yun's expression shifted slightly. He stood up from the ground and glanced at the gold-robed elder.

The gold-robed elder had silver hair and a ruddy complexion. He was dressed luxuriously and possessed an extraordinary demeanor. He was a cultivator at the Sixth Level of the Destiny Realm, followed by several attendants whose cultivation bases were between the Third and Fourth Levels of the Destiny Realm.

"Shouldn't things be done on a first-come, first-served basis?" Ye Yun asked with a faint smile.

Faced with these insignificant ants, he felt no interest at all. His only interest, if any, was perhaps to toy with them a little.

Ye Yun was not your typical wolf in sheep's clothing. He was a man who had even dared to challenge the Heavenly Dao.

"Exactly! First come, first served! Don't you understand this rule, old man? What's wrong with you?" The Big Black Cat strode over, annoyed, waving a fist as if ready for a fight.

"What do you think you're doing?" The attendants behind the gold-robed elder rushed forward.

The two sides stood in confrontation.

"You... you guys, don't fight, please...?" The young man in blue was flustered by this predicament.

"I'll give you one hundred thousand Spirit Stones," Ye Yun said, glancing at the young man in blue with a smile.

"Alright, then it's sold to you!" The young man in blue nodded quickly.

He was short exactly fifty thousand Spirit Stones, which was what he needed to exchange for a Heavenly Moon Order from the black market. For this dilapidated Heavenly Treasures Cover to sell for one hundred thousand Spirit Stones was truly an astronomical price. He hurriedly agreed, afraid Ye Yun would change his mind.

"Here you are." The Big Black Cat quickly took out one hundred thousand Spirit Stones and handed them to the young man in blue.

"..."

Seeing the treasure snatched from under his nose, the gold-robed elder's face turned gloomy.

Just as he was about to flare up, he caught a glimpse of a beautiful girl in a black dress gracefully walking out from behind the white-robed young man. The elder's pupils contracted instantly, his face registering shock.

It turned out to be the Saintess of the Sacred Sect of the Mysterious Bird! The true power behind the Wu Kun Mountain Black Market!

"Master, this person has been so insolent. Shall I kill him?" Mu Qing bowed slightly to Ye Yun, her tone respectful.

"Tell them to scram," Ye Yun said nonchalantly.

He didn't want to develop killing intent over a few ants and thereby ruin the nostalgic sentiment he cherished for his former brothers.

Mu Qing frowned, pointing her slender finger at the old man. "Get lost, now!"

"Yes, we'll leave right now!" Facing the Saintess, the gold-robed elder didn't dare offer the slightest resistance. He turned and fled.

His attendants, seeing the dire situation, hastily followed.

After they had gone some distance, the gold-robed elder stopped. He was now drenched in cold sweat, his robes soaked through.

He had never imagined that the Saintess of the Sacred Sect of the Mysterious Bird would address the young man in white as 'Master'. Just moments ago, he had arrogantly plotted to snatch the treasure the white-robed youth fancied—a truly suicidal act.

"Thank heavens for my good luck; otherwise, I would have lost my life..." the gold-robed elder muttered, wiping his sweat, his heart still pounding with lingering fear.

After he said this, he and his attendants felt a momentary daze. When they recovered their senses, they couldn't remember anything that had just happened.

"Come on, let's continue our treasure hunting." Gazing at the bustling streets on either side, the gold-robed elder's spirits lifted, and he led his attendants away from there.

Ye Yun glanced impassively at their retreating figures, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

He did not want others in this world to see him. So, all along the way, anyone who had seen Ye Yun had their memories wiped by him. When he left Wu Kun Mountain, Ye Yun would erase all memories of him from everyone there as well. This included the elders of the Sacred Sect of the Mysterious Bird who had managed to escape.

His existence would forever be absent from anyone's mind.

Having sold the Heavenly Treasures Cover, the young man in blue felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He gleefully put away the tattered cloth, stuffing it into his storage ring, and prepared to leave.

"Is your surname Lei?" Ye Yun asked, his gaze fixed on the blue-robed young man before him, his eyes growing hazy. It was as if time had rewound a hundred thousand years, and a familiar youth stood before him once more. This youth was his sworn brother from days long past, Lei Cheng.

One hundred thousand years ago, when Ye Yun was the foremost hegemon of the Cangnan Continent, he naturally had many boon companions and sworn brothers. Chang Yuchun, whom he had met earlier, was one of them. And so was Lei Cheng.

If this Heavenly Treasures Cover was the heirloom of the young man in blue, then he was, in all likelihood, a Successor of the Lei family. He wondered, though, how many generations the Lei family had passed through in a hundred thousand years.

Hearing the white-robed youth utter such astonishing words, Lei Qinian, the young man in blue, felt a tempestuous wave crash through his heart.

How did this man know his surname was Lei? The secret of his family's true surname had been guarded for tens of thousands of years! This meant that tens of thousands of years ago, the Lei ancestors had gone into reclusion, changing their surname from Lei to Li, a secret passed down through generations. However, not everyone in the Lei family knew this; only the Clan Leader of the Lei family was privy to this secret. And as the years passed, by the time the Lei family line reached Lei Qinian's generation, he was the sole survivor. Thus, Lei Qinian, as the last of his line, naturally knew the secret of the family name that had been passed down for millennia.

"Senior, you must be mistaken. My family name is Li..." Lei Qinian barely managed to suppress the storm in his heart, forcing a smile as he spoke.

"Li?" Ye Yun raised an eyebrow, a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

This Heavenly Treasures Cover was, without a doubt, the very treasure he had gifted to Lei Cheng one hundred thousand years ago. Given that the young man before him claimed it was an ancestral heirloom, he was almost certainly of Lei family blood. But why then did the young man claim his surname was Li? Could there be some hidden reason?

"How could my Master mistake someone? Boy, don't you lie, or else Old Cat won't let you off!" the Big Black Cat threatened menacingly. His Super Divine Dragon Breath, indicative of a cultivator at the Fourth Level of the Destiny Realm, bore down on Lei Qinian, who was merely at the Fifth Level of the Nirvana Realm, making it difficult for him even to breathe.

"Senior, I am not lying! My surname truly is Li..." Lei Qinian's face flushed crimson as he continued to argue.

Ye Yun waved his hand, dispersing the overpowering Super Divine Dragon Breath emanating from the Big Black Cat.

"Is there anyone else in your family now?" Ye Yun asked.

"There's no one else. My parents passed away long ago. In this generation, I am the only one left..." The pressure vanished. Lei Qinian breathed a sigh of relief, his expression turning somber as he spoke.

He wasn't lying. Over tens of thousands of years, the Lei family had declined, falling from prominence. His parents had succumbed to a strange illness long ago, departing from this world. Now, he was all alone, living a solitary and desolate life.

To enter the Heavenly Moon Secret Realm and fulfill his deceased father's last wish, Lei Qinian had felt he had no choice but to sell the family heirloom, the Heavenly Treasures Cover. After all, this treasure is already dilapidated and of little practical use.

But Lei Qinian had never expected to be so fortunate as to encounter such a generous buyer, willing to pay the exorbitant price of one hundred thousand Spirit Stones for the artifact. He was overjoyed, realizing that the additional fifty thousand Spirit Stones would significantly alleviate his dire financial straits.

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