315: Enveloped by death energy

Deep within Situ Qinsheng's profound eyes, a speck of deep purple light suddenly ignited, transforming into fine purple thunder patterns that flickered and intertwined in her pupils like living things. An aura that was mysterious, unpredictable, and capable of seeing through the Luck trajectory of all things began to spread.

Purple Heaven Temple Destiny Eye, open!

The scene in the front hall was instantly and clearly reflected in the eyes of the two.

A young man stood alone in the center of the front hall.

He was tall, but his back was slightly hunched as if he were bearing an invisible weight.

He wore a faded grey cloth robe with heavily worn edges, looking completely out of place in this luxurious and somber chamber of commerce hall.

Most striking was his complexion—a transparently miserable paleness, devoid of blood, like a layer of dead ash, with lips that were tinged with dark blue.

He stood there, struggling to straighten his back, but his body trembled uncontrollably. Every breath seemed exceptionally difficult, and his chest rose and fell weakly, like a candle flickering in the wind.

However, in the vision of Situ Qinsheng's Purple Heaven Temple Destiny Eye, the sight of this person was even more horrifying.

Above his head was a thick, heart-palpitating, deathly grey-black that could not be dispersed!

This grey-black was like thick ink, almost completely swallowing the faint white light that represented his life Origin.

Wisps of grey-black Death Qi, carrying an aura of decay and decline that was imperceptible to the naked eye, were continuously emanating from every pore of his body like countless tiny venomous snakes, entwining him and slowly but surely devouring his vitality.

How was this just a heavy injury? This was clearly a life hanging by a thread; he already had one foot in the Gates of Hell!

Such thick and pure Death Qi was definitely not something caused by ordinary injuries or curses.

At the same time, Di Wushang's Asura Demonic Eyes also saw something deeper.

Deep within the youth's extremely decayed body, which was entwined with Death Qi, at the very core of that grey shadow of death, a wisp of extremely weak yet exceptionally pure and resilient... Divinity tenaciously lay dormant!

That wisp of Divinity was wrapped in layers and eroded by heavy Death Qi, like a candlelight in a violent storm that could be extinguished at any moment. However, it truly existed, exuding an ancient and noble charm that formed a shocking contrast with the youth's outward appearance of destitution and decay.

This wisp of Divinity was definitely not something an ordinary Cultivator of this world could possess!

"Hiss..." The purple light in Situ Qinsheng's pupils fluctuated slightly as she took a low breath.

"Such heavy Death Qi! His Luck is as black as ink, and his vitality is nearly severed..." Her voice was grave.

Di Wushang also slowly withdrew his Divine Sense, his Asura Demonic Eyes returning to normal as he said in a deep voice, "This person... is not simple."

"Let's go down and take a look."

Situ Qinsheng made a prompt decision and stood up, her long skirt trailing on the ground, her elegance carrying a hint of swift resoluteness.

Di Lingxiao and Di Wushang exchanged a look and also stood up to follow.

Di Lingxiao conveniently picked up the dragon fall spear leaning against the wall; the spear's body trembled slightly, emitting a low hum.

The three arrived at the front hall, their footsteps echoing through the hall.

Hearing the sound, the grey-robed youth struggled to lift his head.

His face was distorted by pain and decay, but his eyes were unexpectedly calm.

His gaze swept over Situ Qinsheng, passed over the dragon fall spear in Di Lingxiao's hand which was brimming with Killing Intent, and finally landed on Di Wushang, whose aura was the most settled and whose eyes were deep as an abyss, pausing for a brief moment.

"Cough... cough cough..." A violent fit of coughing interrupted his movements. He covered his mouth tightly with his hand, and dark red, almost black, foul blood seeped through his fingers.

After the coughing subsided, he panted, his voice hoarse and dry like sandpaper rubbing: "Saint-Grade Medicinal Pill... healing... the best... I will exchange this for it."

He tremblingly raised his other hand, palm open. A crystal the size of a pigeon's egg, entirely deep blue with liquid starlight slowly flowing inside and emitting a bone-chilling coldness, lay there quietly—it was exactly that valuable Profound Mysterious Crystal Essence.

The manager looked at Situ Qinsheng, waiting for instructions.

Situ Qinsheng's gaze again swept over the dense, suffocating Luck Death Qi surrounding the youth. The thunder patterns in her Purple Heaven Temple Destiny Eye flashed slightly. She turned to look at Di Wushang, who nodded, and Situ Qinsheng finally gave a slight nod of her head.

The manager understood and carefully opened a jade box carved from a single piece of warm jade, its surface inscribed with complex Spirit Gathering Array patterns.

The moment the lid opened, an extremely dense life essence mixed with a refreshing fragrance burst out, instantly dispersing the cold and deathly silence the youth had brought to the front hall.

Inside the jade box, a Medicinal Pill floated quietly.

The Medicinal Pill was a warm jade-white color, its surface shrouded in a dreamlike layer of hazy rosy light. On the pill's body, eight crystal-clear, pale golden pill patterns that seemed to contain the principles of heaven and earth shone brightly!

Just the escaping fragrance of the medicine refreshed the spirits of those present, and even the circulation of spiritual power within their bodies seemed to quicken slightly.

"Saint-Grade Medium Grade, 'Life-Prolonging Soul-Returning Pill'."

The manager's voice carried a hint of awe. "This pill contains a vast life Origin and pure Soul Power. It can reconnect severed limbs, heal Dao injuries, and stabilize the Divine Soul. It is a leader among healing Saint Grade items. Its market price is far beyond what a single 'Profound Mysterious Crystal Essence' can compare to."

Seeing that Medicinal Pill, a terrifying light suddenly erupted in the youth's dead eyes—it was the extreme longing of a drowning man seeing a piece of driftwood!

He stared fixedly at the Medicinal Pill, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. His breathing became heavier and more rapid, and his body trembled even more violently, as if he might pounce on it at any second.

However, the pride deep in his bones forced him to restrain this impulse. Only his fingers gripping the Profound Mysterious Crystal Essence turned white at the knuckles from the force, his nails sinking deep into his palm.

The front hall fell into a dead silence, with only the youth's heavy breathing sounding particularly piercing.

The expensive Medicinal Pill, the completely mismatched exchange item, and the unsettlingly thick Death Qi on the youth formed a bizarre and heavy picture.

Di Lingxiao crossed his arms, his dragon fall spear pointing diagonally at the ground, watching the youth's struggle between longing and extreme restraint with interest, without saying a word.

Situ Qinsheng's gaze was calm, as if she were evaluating something.

Just then, Di Wushang took a step forward.

His black sleeves cut a steady arc in the silence, and his deep voice broke the quiet:

"Your Profound Mysterious Crystal Essence belongs to the chamber of commerce."

He pointed to the jade box in the manager's hand. "This Life-Prolonging Soul-Returning Pill is yours."

The youth looked up sharply, looking at Di Wushang in disbelief. For the first time, a violent emotional fluctuation appeared in his dead eyes—shock, and a hint of the daze of finding life in a desperate situation.

He even suspected he was hallucinating in his dying moments.

The manager was also stunned and subconsciously looked at Situ Qinsheng.

The purple light in Situ Qinsheng's eyes flashed slightly. She looked thoughtfully at Di Wushang's profile, which was as calm as water, and then gave the manager a slight nod, indicating her approval of Di Wushang's decision.

She trusted Di Wushang's judgment and was also curious about what kind of secret this youth carried.

Di Lingxiao raised a sword-like eyebrow and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he did not speak.

He knew his brother; although he seemed cold, he was actually meticulous and far-sighted, and would never do anything pointless.

This seemingly losing trade must have deep meaning.