Accidentally Reincarnated in Cultivation World-Chapter 301: Yin-seng and Yang-seng [2]

After avoiding countless beasts and casually sweeping up every treasure in their path, Yu Xuan and the group finally reached the place recorded on the map.

The Central Vein of Heaven and Earth.

It had many names in various records.

Spirit Vein, Dragon Vein, Celestial Vein, Earth-Heaven Meridian, Primordial Vein.

But regardless of the terminology, its meaning was the same.

A place where the world itself breathed.

A naturally formed vein where heaven and earth energy intermingled most intensely.

Yu Xuan immediately felt it.

The air here was richer, heavier each breath carried gentle spiritual power that soothed the meridians.

But that wasn’t what caught his attention.

When Yu Xuan extended his spirit sense underground.

His eyes turned literal metallic gold.

He found layers upon layers of high-grade spirit stone deposits running beneath the soil like glittering rivers.

"Ho... Not bad."

He inhaled sharply. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"A spirit stone deposit and not the cheap stuff, high-grade too."

Number One, Two, Three, and Four stiffened.

Then Yu Xuan added casually, as if talking about splitting the bill at dinner.

"I’ll give you all fifty percent."

"...What?" Number One asked, unsure if he misheard.

"You brought me here, so we split even," Yu Xuan said simply, patting his shoulder like a benevolent emperor distributing imperial favor.

"I believe in equivalent exchange."

Number One’s mouth trembled, he didn’t think the Boss would be this generous.

Number Two’s nose nearly bled from excitement.

Number Three mentally calculated how much space it would require to store the Spirit Mine.

Number Four wept silently over future financial freedom.

But Yu Xuan’s expression turned serious.

"First, we need to deal with that."

He pointed downward.

Because below the earth two powerful auras were clashing violently.

One was extreme Yin, cold enough to freeze breath.

The other was extreme Yang, scorching enough to burn Qi itself.

And both of them... were ginseng.

After he explained the situation, Number Four immediately took out Number Two’s prized artifact, a telescope specifically designed for seeing through earth layers and treasure detection.

Yu Xuan glanced at it.

Part of him wanted to comment that this tool could easily lead to morally questionable activities... but he held his tongue.

Discipline Committee members, after all, should understand the meaning of responsibility.

Number Four adjusted the device and froze.

Then.

"OHOHOH!!" he shouted, eyes sparkling.

"Boss, that’s Yin-seng and Yang-seng!"

Yu Xuan raised a brow.

Number Four continued breathlessly.

"A pair of dual-polarity ginseng! Rare treasures born only in places of extreme Yin and Yang!"

He swallowed.

"And-and if they coexist long enough, sometimes there’s a chance for a third one to be born."

Yu Xuan’s heart thumped.

Number Four’s voice rose like sales pitch professional.

"A Chaos-seng, the fusion of Yin and Yang energies! And i-if all three appear at once, and mature in harmony,"

Everyone held their breath.

Number Four declared with burning excitement.

"An Immortal-Grade Treasure will be born!!!"

Silence.

Yu Xuan inhaled slowly.

"...Don’t raise my expectations too high. Can you estimate their age?"

Number Four checked again, this time his expression deflated like a punctured balloon.

"Uhh... judging by their glow and Qi, they held tremendous energy but are only around... a hundred and fifty years old."

"DAMN IT!!" Number Three clutched his heart like he’d been stabbed.

Yu Xuan clicked his tongue.

Number One and Two exchanged disappointed looks.

Still, a pair of hundred-plus-year Yin-Yang ginseng was already a huge fortune.

Just not the immortal treasure they were briefly deluding themselves about.

Yu Xuan exhaled.

"Well, no need to cry. We’re still harvesting two treasures."

Everyone instantly perked up again.

After all.

A treasure is still a treasure.

Yu Xuan then raised his eyebrows feeling something.

And slightly smiled.

***

Meanwhile

ROARRR!!!

The lion-beast let out one final, earth-shaking cry as the light drained from its eyes.

Its once-proud wings lay shredded, its body riddled with holes.

Massive branches — thick, sharpened, and covered in leaves drenched in blood, held it suspended like a trophy, piercing it from every direction.

"Finally!!!" one disciple gasped, collapsing to his knees with countless scratches and burns.

"We... we did it!!" another sobbed, clutching his arm.

Five disciples celebrated weakly, bruised and battered.

Their green-haired senior sister exhaled deeply, covered in soot and small cuts.

Though they had killed the Tier Four beast they had paid for it. It was time and energy.

"At least," the senior sister groaned, wiping blood from her cheek, "we finally get something for our suffering. The whole corpse haaa..."

Her juniors brightened instantly, a spark of hope returning to their exhausted faces.

"Finally, we’re getting loot after coming to this damned place!"

"In all these hours, this is the first good thing!"

"A whole corpse! A whole, complete, beautiful corpse!"

As they relaxed and slumped in relief.

A shadow suddenly dropped from above, landing atop the beast.

The figure stood perfectly still.

Its presence was cold.

Its aura ominous.

Its clothing entirely black.

"WHAT THE—?!" a junior disciple yelped, scrambling backward.

"YOU!!!" the green-haired senior sister screamed, her voice full of immediate, instinctual hate.

After all how could she forget those eyes?

"Y-You demon, do you remember me?! Today I will claim justice!!"

The shadowy figure tilted its head.

Its eyes one white, one black stared at her in visible confusion.

As if thinking:

Who?

Who even are you?

"You, You... YOU!!!" the senior sister trembled saying the holy trinity of words, her aura flaring violently as her eyes turned blood-red with rage.

Her juniors gripped their weapons, ready to fight to the death.

And then.

The demon smiled.

Shadows surged from beneath its feet like a living tide.

Fwoosh—!

In one swift motion, the shadows coiled around the lion-beast’s corpse and swallowed it whole.

The corpse vanished.

Completely.

The demon landed gracefully beside them, watching their frozen expressions with faint amusement.

It smiled again, then stepped backward into the darkness and disappeared without a trace.

Silence regained.

Then.

"Noooooo!!! My hard-earned loooot!!!" a disciple shrieked, collapsing.

Another disciple’s eyes were filled with tears — not falling, but trembling on the edge of despair.

Every person in the room shared the same expression.

Red-eyed.

Shaking.

Full of killing intent.

They had been robbed.

Again.

And in cultivation World robbery of treasure in front of eyes was a death penalty.

The green-haired senior sister clenched her fists.

"This time... I will DEFINITELY destroy him."