“Tower Master Mo,” Sun Yi began, cutting straight to the point. “I need to audit your inventory. Specifically, I am looking to source Body Tempering spirit medicines, body-refining manuals, Mi Luo Beasts, and any assets related to soul enhancement.”

Mo Wen paused, considering the request. “Body-refining manuals and soul-enhancing treasures are extremely rare; our branch does not carry such high-tier inventory. However, we do stock three types of Body Tempering elixirs. As for the Mi Luo Beast, while this location is out of stock, I believe our regional distribution centers might have supply.”

Sun Yi’s eyes lit up. The Mi Luo Beast was a critical component for his system architecture—specifically for opening new Dantians. If the Seven Star Tower could handle the logistics, it would save him a massive headache.

“Please initiate a query for me, Tower Master Mo,” Sun Yi said. “I require a Mi Luo Beast carcass, though a live specimen is acceptable. Price is not a constraint.”

Mo Wen nodded. “Very well. I will send a transmission to inquire. We should have a response within two days.”

“That fits my schedule. I can wait within the market,” Sun Yi replied. “Now, regarding the three Body Tempering elixirs you mentioned—could you give me the specs?”

“Certainly.” Mo Wen handed Sun Yi a jade slip. “Our inventory consists of Red Flame Spirit Liquid, Tyrant Flower, and Dragon Scale Beast Essence Blood.”

Sun Yi scanned the data with his Divine Sense.

The Red Flame Spirit Liquid was a Tier 3 resource—premium grade, usually reserved for Golden Core cultivators. The Tyrant Flower was Tier 2, effective but standard. The Dragon Scale Beast Essence Blood came from a beast with a trace of Flood Dragon lineage; the sample here was Tier 2.

Sun Yi nodded, satisfied with the hardware specs. “Good. I’ll acquire the entire lot. What is the total valuation?”

To help his disciples with Low-Grade Spirit Roots break through their bottlenecks, upgrading their physical hardware was a mandatory prerequisite. He wouldn’t leave a single unit on the shelf.

Mo Wen blinked, surprised. “Young Master Sun… you want all of it? Our stock is significant. The market value is at least six hundred thousand Spirit Stones. Even with your VIP discount, it will cost four hundred and eighty thousand.”

“Is that all?” Sun Yi frowned slightly. “The volume is a bit low for my needs, but it will serve as a pilot batch. Tower Master Mo, if you are amenable, I would like to establish a long-term supply chain agreement. I will acquire every drop of Body Tempering medicine you can source.”

“Is… that all?” Mo Wen’s heart trembled. This young man considered half a million Spirit Stones to be a trivial amount? Just how deep was his capital reserve?

Moreover, he wanted a long-term procurement contract. Sun Yi’s background was clearly terrifying.

“Young Master Sun,” Mo Wen said, his tone shifting from polite to deeply respectful. “Perhaps we should move to a private room to discuss the finer details.”

“Lead the way,” Sun Yi said calmly. “The guest follows the host.”

“Please.” Mo Wen gestured towards the VIP suites.

“Oh, right.” Sun Yi stopped and tossed a Storage Bag to the stunned Xiao Yue standing nearby. “Miss Xiao Yue, your service protocol was excellent. Consider this your performance bonus.”

Xiao Yue caught the bag, watching in a daze as Sun Yi walked away with the Tower Master. A mere Qi Refining cultivator, chatting and laughing with a Golden Core elder?

She swept the bag with her Divine Sense.

Five hundred Spirit Stones.

Her breath hitched. That was her entire annual salary.

Inside the VIP suite, Mo Wen personally brewed a pot of Tier 3 Spirit Tea for Sun Yi—a gesture usually reserved for fellow Golden Core experts.

“Young Master Sun,” Mo Wen asked tentatively as he served the tea, “are you certain you can digest such a massive volume of inventory? We are talking about continuous supply.”

Sun Yi took a sip of the tea, savoring the energy spike. “Tower Master Mo, rest assured. My organization has a high burn rate for resources. We will sign a formal contract. I am willing to provide a significant deposit upfront, with the balance paid upon delivery.”

He set the cup down. “If you are concerned about liquidity, we can structure the deal in tranches. Does that alleviate your risk concerns?”

Mo Wen looked deeply at Sun Yi. “You are willing to pay a deposit first? Aren’t you afraid the Seven Star Tower might… default?”

“Hahahaha!” Sun Yi laughed, shaking his head. “What is a deposit? A rounding error. I trust Tower Master Mo is a rational actor. You wouldn’t jeopardize a deal worth tens of millions—perhaps hundreds of millions—over a paltry million-stone deposit.”

“Tens of millions… Hundreds of millions…” Mo Wen’s pupils constricted. Even as a Golden Core cultivator, these numbers made his Dao Heart tremble.

The total annual revenue of this branch was only a few million. Sun Yi was talking about scaling their operation by an order of magnitude.

Sun Yi glanced at the shocked Tower Master and pressed his advantage. “Furthermore, the Seven Star Tower is a multinational conglomerate. I assume you value your brand equity and reputation far more than petty short-term gains.”

He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “Tower Master Mo, if you were to personally manage this account… I imagine your KPIs would look very impressive to headquarters. Your position within the corporate hierarchy would rise vertically, would it not?”

Bullseye.

Sun Yi’s words struck Mo Wen’s deepest insecurity. He had been exiled to the chaotic, backwater Chaos Demon Commandery because he lacked political backing and had offended a manager in the Heavenly Saint Commandery.

On the surface, he was a powerful Tower Master. In reality, he was rotting in a dead-end job.

But if he could close a deal of this magnitude? The headquarters would have to take notice. His status would skyrocket. He might even be recalled to the capital with a promotion.

Mo Wen’s eyes burned with ambition.

“Young Master Sun,” Mo Wen said, his voice trembling slightly. “Are you serious about this order?”

Sun Yi smiled and tossed another Storage Bag onto the table. It landed with a heavy thud.

“There is a one million Spirit Stone deposit. We can execute the contract immediately. The initial procurement order for Body Tempering medicines will be no less than twenty million Spirit Stones. Can your supply chain handle that?”

Twenty million.

Mo Wen’s heart nearly leaped out of his chest. A twenty-million stone opening order. And it was proposed by a Qi Refining junior.

If the one million deposit wasn’t sitting right in front of him, physically emitting the aura of money, he would have called Sun Yi a scammer.

“Good! Good!” Mo Wen took a deep breath to steady himself. “I can represent the Seven Star Tower and sign this agreement immediately. However… Young Master Sun, given the scale of this partnership, is it not time to reveal your true identity?”

Sun Yi smiled. The negotiation had reached the closing stage. He had dazzled Mo Wen with enough capital to blind him to any risks.

Previously, Sun Yi had no safe way to return to the Qingyun Sect. But after seeing the strength of the Seven Star Tower—and Mo Wen’s greed—he had formulated a new strategy.

Why run the gauntlet alone when you can have a corporate security detail?

To get the Seven Star Tower to escort him, he needed to be more than a customer. He needed to be a Key Account. A partner they couldn’t afford to lose.

“I suppose full disclosure is necessary for a partnership of this magnitude,” Sun Yi said, straightening his posture. “To be frank, I am Sun Yi, the Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect.”

“What?!”

Mo Wen jumped up from his chair, staring at Sun Yi in utter disbelief. “You… you are the legendary ‘Trash Sect Master’ of the Qingyun Sect?”