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After Chu Fei returned to the Heaven Seeking Sect, he coincidentally met Daoist Master Hong Dao1, who was greeting him at the foot of the mountain.

When Daoist Master Hong Dao saw Chu Fei's ashen face, his heart skipped a beat and thought to himself, "Could it be that he also made a mistake?" Even though he thought this in his heart, he quickly arrived in front of Chu Fei, clasped his hands, and said: "Grand Elder, I don't know …" Just as he said that, Chu Fei cut him off. Chu Fei coldly snorted, and said: "Let me ask you, who issued the order to capture that disciple?"

Hearing this, Daoist Master Hong Shi was startled, and then truthfully said: "Reporting to the Supreme Elder, this disciple gave the order to kill Han Yan." At the same time, he began to have doubts in his heart. What was the Highest Elder doing? Why did he ask such a question?

Chu Fei thought for a moment, then said to Spiritual Master Hong Daozi: "I order you to notify all disciples in the sect to abrogate the order to capture Han Yan."

Taoist Hong was startled again, a huge question mark appeared in his mind, he immediately asked: "Grand Clan Elder, Han Yan killed the inner sect disciple, if the order to arrest him is abolished, the disciples inside the sect will not accept it, I think …"

Chu Fei did not catch Han Yan, and instead suffered a light injury. He was already unhappy, and when he heard Spiritual Master Hong Daozi talk back to him, he said angrily, "Didn't you hear what I've said?"

"Disciple didn't mean that." Hong Dao's forehead was covered in cold sweat, afraid that Chu Fei would blame him.

Chu Fei coldly snorted, and said with an commanding tone: "Tell me about Han Yan's situation in the sect."

"Three years ago, Han Yan came to the inner sect and at the beginning, he was only an outer sect disciple …" He spoke about Han Yan's situation to the point where he believed it very strongly. When he mentioned that Han Yan could cultivate in seclusion for three years without taking a single step out of his cave, he felt a little admiration. In these past few years, there were many disciples who had worked hard to cultivate, but people like Han Yan were rarely seen.

After Chu Fei finished listening, he pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "Han Yan is not a simple person, his cultivation is merely at the Qi Cultivation stage, and yet he was able to escape from my hands. Looking at his face, he is definitely not a short-lived person, and based on his performance in the sect in the past few years, he should be someone who doesn't like to show off, and would not easily provoke others. As he said till here, Chu Fei changed the topic of his conversation and used an irrefutable tone to speak: "Abolish the order to capture Han Yan. Whoever kills him, Han Yan will find him in the future and take responsibility himself." After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and rushed straight towards the Tianming Sect.

He understood that if he continued to arrest Han Yan, not only would he be unable to do so, he would even implicate the entire sect.

Daoist Master Hong Dao stood in a daze on the spot, a complex expression on his face. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.

Time flew by and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. During this half month, Han Yan cultivated day and night, consumed a large amount of pills, and used his spiritual energy to recover. Only then did most of the injuries in his body recover. He was forced to wake up so quickly. A month from now, his parents' souls would dissipate and he would have to find a way to nurture his soul within a month.

Han Yan stared fixedly in the direction of the seven day mountain range, sighed, and said to the Nine-clawed dragon cat by his side: "Are you coming with me?"

The Nine-clawed dragon cat frowned, and thought for a while, then shook its head, raising its furry little claws and pointed it at the forest, making a gesture.

After looking at it for a long time, Han Yan finally understood what this fellow meant. He smiled and said, "You want to cultivate here, don't you?"

Seeing that Han Yan understood, the Nine-clawed dragon cat cried out in excitement, her eyes filled with reluctance.

With such a cute expression, Han Yan couldn't help but laugh, and said: "Goodbye, I'll come back to see you again when I have the chance." After he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and he moved towards the seven day mountain range.

The Nine-clawed dragon cat sat on the ground and waved its furry claws to say goodbye.

Han Yan's figure quickly flashed within the seven day mountain range, and according to the route the Nine-clawed dragon cat provided, even though he had heard quite a few angry roars from the Demonic Beast, none of them went forward to attack. Thus, Han Yan's speed became much faster, and in just three days, he had already passed through the entire mountain range.

Three days later, Han Yan arrived at the other end of the mountain range. Standing on top of a mountain peak, he looked down at the boundless plains, and sighed in his heart. He had never thought that he would one day become an immortal, nor did he think that his parents would be implicated by this, much less think that he would one day leave his country and return home.

Han Yan turned around and looked towards the sky above seven day mountain range. Looking at the distant east, he said solemnly, "Ming Empire, I will return." After saying that, he suddenly jumped up and turned into a parabola, flying down from the top of the mountain. In the air, he patted the storage bag on his waist. With a flash of light, the flying sword hovered below his feet. He stepped on his flying sword and quickly headed in the direction of the State of Zhao.

A moment later, they arrived at the military fort of State of Zhao — — Tioulang City.

The city walls of Tioulang City were over ten zhang high. Countless soldiers stood on top of the city gates, holding their weapons as they stared into the distance. Their faces were solemn and it was impossible to discern any of their expressions. They were like statues. Han Yan changed into normal clothes, paid a copper coin, and smoothly entered the city. After arriving at the city, just as Han Yan was about to find a place to cultivate, a Shop appeared in his line of sight.

On the Shop's signboard, there were four big golden words clearly written — — Treasure House.

Although this shop's name was strange, it didn't make Han Yan look like that. What surprised him was that the person who entered this shop wasn't a mortal, but a cultivator. Han Yan looked for a while and saw many cultivators going in and out. In the blink of an eye, he understood that this was a cultivator's shop. A hint of doubt flashed across Han Yan's eyes. The Ming Empire did not allow the sale of cultivators, so why would the State of Zhao allow it?

Thinking about that, Han Yan quickly walked to the door, and just as he walked to the door, the shop assistant inside came over, and greeted politely: "Fellow Daoist, please come in." This shop assistant was only at Qi Disciple level 1. When he saw Han Yan, he was not surprised at all, as if he was looking at an ordinary mortal. There might be too many cultivators who came to the shop, and too many of them.

Han Yan nodded, then walked inside, with the servant by his side.

The shop was very big, much bigger than the Hall of Daylight. More than ten cultivators were standing by the counter looking at something, and beside each of them stood a shop assistant. If there was anything that a cultivator didn't understand, they would explain. At this time, the shop assistant beside Han Yan spoke, "This is the first time fellow cultivator has come to State of Zhao, right?" He was very smart. Just by looking at Han Yan's attire, he knew that Han Yan was not a local.

Han Yan did not answer and only nodded his head noncommittally.

The shop assistant was not angered by Han Yan's attitude. He continued, "Fellow Daoist, there are all kinds of Artifact Pill in the store. What do you need?"

There were countless wooden cabinets placed around the shop, and in each cabinet was an item. On the top of the cabinet, there was a label detailing the contents of the cabinets and stating the price. Han Yan took a casual look around. Everything here was complete, everything that the Qi Refining Stage Cultivator required was there, and there were quite a few artifacts. From top-grade artifacts to normal artifacts, they could all be bought.

In addition, there were a lot of Pill here. Spirit Gathering Pills, Fasting Pills, Pei-Yuan Dan …

However, the price of Pill s was not low. A bottle of Fasting Pills required a Spirit Stone, and Han Yan did not even have a single Spirit Stone on him, not even a single Fasting Pill. Thinking that there weren't many Fasting Pills left in the storage bag, Han Yan casually asked: "You sell only things here, and don't accept anything?"

When the shop assistant heard this, he was slightly startled and then said, "Fellow cultivator, do you want to be an item, or do you want to sell something?"

Han Yan didn't have anything that he could take advantage of, so he asked: "What if it's for sale?"

The assistant replied, "If Fellow Daoist wishes to sell something, you must first appraise it. Only after appraising it can you give a price."

Han Yan nodded and said, "Do you need anything?"

The shop assistant was a bit confused and asked, "Fellow cultivator, what are you selling?"

"Incantation." Han Yan said.

The shop assistant was stunned again. There were many cultivators who came here to sell things, and most of them were selling materials. Just like spirit herbs and Yellow Paper s, this was the first time seeing something that could be used to sell finished products. In his opinion, what good stuff could Han Yan, a disciple of Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage, possibly bring out? After hearing Han Yan's words, the shop assistant's attitude became more respectful than before, and said: "Fellow Daoist, are those finished symbols?"

Han Yan nodded, and a voice came out from his nostrils, "En!"

The shop assistant's face lit up, "If that's the case, then come with me to the second floor!" There's an appraiser on the second floor who can help you appraise it. " As he spoke, he made a gesture of 'please'.

Han Yan did not start to move, but said: "The curse is with my friend, I will go back to get some."

Disappointment flashed across the shop assistant's eyes, but he still politely replied, "It's fine, welcome to our store anytime."

Han Yan left the Treasure House and found an inn to stay. After entering the room, he laid down a simple array formation and took out a large amount of Yellow Paper s from the storage bag s, placing them on a table. Then, he took out the Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal and covered it up. The moment he landed, Han Yan suddenly stopped, a look of hesitation flashing across his face, "If I use this kind of talisman in exchange for the Spirit Stone, people would definitely suspect me, but if I do not, I will not be able to buy the Fasting Pill. If you run out of Pill, you will need to eat. You can't possibly eat everyday! " After thinking for a long time, Han Yan still decided to make a few runes first. After selling the Fasting Pill, he would leave this place.

Two hours later, Han Yan came to the Treasure House again. This time, the one receiving him was still the same shop assistant.

When the shop assistant saw Han Yan had arrived, he immediately said: "Fellow Daoist, this way please."

Han Yan nodded and quickly headed to the second floor. The space on the second floor was much smaller than the first floor. The surrounding furniture made it look like a guest room. Clearly, it was a place for receiving cultivators. The moment Han Yan entered, a middle aged cultivator wearing a blue robe walked out. He looked at Han Yan lightly and waved his sleeves at the assistant, saying: "You may leave."

After the shop assistant left, the cultivator in blue asked, "What do you want to appraise?"

Han Yan scanned the other party's body with his divine sense. Seeing that the other party was only at the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, he relaxed a bit and took out a Fireball from the storage bag and handed it over to the other party. "How much can this be sold for?" The runes he took out were exactly the kind that was made with Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal. It looked strange, but it had a lot of power. Han Yan originally wanted to create runes, but his time was limited, he could not draw much in a day, furthermore, normal runes would not sell for much.

After the blue-clothed cultivator received the talisman, a look of doubt flashed across his face. He looked at Han Yan and said, "This is also a talisman?"

Han Yan's expression did not change, he nodded and said: "Is there anyone who says that runes cannot be like this?"

The blue clothed cultivator frowned, and carefully sized Han Yan up for a moment. Seeing that Han Yan did not look like someone who would cause trouble, he seriously looked at him. As he read, he said, "Look at the patterns on this, it should be a mini diagram of the Fireball. This kind of rune is too common, as long as Qi Refining Stage Cultivator can make it, it's not worth a lot of money. " With that, he threw the runes back to Han Yan and turned to leave.

Han Yan took the sigil, and said: "You haven't seen it yet, how do you know if the sigil is worthless?"

The blue-clothed cultivator didn't turn his head and walked to the side door, saying disapprovingly, "Even if I don't look, I know that rune is worthless."

Han Yan's expression tensed, a burst of Qi was inputted into the runes, with a light sound, the runes lit up, a red fireball suddenly appeared. In an instant, the temperature of the room suddenly rose. The cultivator in blue suddenly stopped and turned around. When he saw the red colored fireball that was floating in front of Han Yan, his pupils shrank as he cried out involuntarily, "This, this is …"

It was unknown how many times he had read the Yellow Fireball Charm, but it was his first time seeing a red fireball like this. As an appraiser, although the blue-clothed cultivator's cultivation was low, his eyes were still extremely sharp. He was able to see that the red fireball contained an astonishing amount of energy, and that such a fireball could easily exterminate the Qi Refining Stage Cultivator. Such a rune was a good thing for the Qi Refining Stage Cultivator to keep his life. At that moment, his face was filled with regret.

The blue-clothed cultivator's body flashed and appeared in front of Han Yan. Staring at the red fireball, he said anxiously, "You, you … Do you have more? "

Han Yan's mind moved, the red fireball flashed and disappeared, saying: "Didn't you say that this thing wasn't worth much? "Since it's not worth much, it's useless to ask for more."

The blue-robed cultivator really wanted to slap himself. He quickly said, "Fellow cultivator, brother, I didn't mean that." He was so excited that his words became incoherent. Just think about it, the strongest Fireball Charm on this continent was only a yellow fireball, but a red fireball had the ability to instantly kill Qi Disciple stage cultivators. This thing could even be compared to a treasure talisman. "If such a treasure could be sold in a store, it would definitely be sold to a Qi Cultivation stage cultivator.1

Seeing that Han Yan did not say anything, the blue-clothed cultivator became a little anxious and said, "Fellow cultivator, if you still have more of these things, I will definitely give you a satisfactory price." At this point, he did not forget to add, "Do you have more?" He had already decided in his heart that if Han Yan still had more, as long as the price wasn't too outrageous, he would definitely buy it.

Han Yan didn't answer and asked directly: "Speak! How much is it worth? "

The blue-clothed cultivator didn't even think as he stretched out three fingers and said, "How is it?"

Han Yan didn't know what those three fingers meant, and shook his head: "No."

The face of the blue-clothed cultivator darkened, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fifty low level Spirit Stone, we have to say no more." Fifty low leveled Spirit Stone was the price of normal tools. For him to be able to take out so many Spirit Stone, it was obvious that he was sincere.

Hearing this, Han Yan was slightly taken aback. He had originally thought that the other party would only give three Spirit Stone s, but he had misunderstood. However, Han Yan never thought that the other party would be able to pay so much money. From this, it could be seen that this mutated Fireball Charm was indeed very valuable. Han Yan did not have the time to continue the discussion. He took out a Glyph from the storage bag and passed it to the other party: "This is a Fireball Charm, do you want to appraise it?"

The blue-clothed cultivator laughed bitterly, this thing was impossible to appraise, unless it was activated with spirit energy, then dozens of Spirit Stone would be gone. As an appraiser, he was quite knowledgeable about runes. The reason runes could be formed was because there was a smaller formation. If the formation couldn't be activated, it couldn't be formed.

Taking the Fireball Talisman that Han Yan gave him, the consciousness of the blue-clothed cultivator swept through it. He discovered that there was an enormous amount of spirit energy contained inside and felt relieved. He did not take the Spirit Stone, but asked: "Dao friend, I wonder, do you have more of these runes?" This kind of rune, the more the fewer! Although he didn't give Han Yan a very high price, he could at least sell them for up to a hundred Spirit Stone s if he sold them in the shop.

Han Yan shook his head: "I accidentally acquired these runes, there's only two."

Since the other party was not willing to sell it, he did not say anymore. He took out fifty Spirit Stone s and handed them over to Han Yan: "If Fellow Daoist lacks money in the future, you can come back here." He was a smart person, and wasn't as straightforward as he said it, but he believed that Han Yan definitely understood.

Han Yan nodded noncommittally, and said: "Does your hall have any treasures that nurture souls?"

The cultivator in blue thought for a moment and slowly said, "Fellow cultivator, things that nurture the soul are too rare. They are either powerful magic treasures or strange plants that grow in the world." He did not ask Han Yan why he wanted these things. After being an appraiser for so many years, he knew what to ask and what not to ask.

Han Yan was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "Fellow cultivator, what kind of plants grow in this world that can nourish the soul?" He didn't ask for Dharma treasures. Even if the store had treasures like those, he wouldn't be able to afford them. Even if he asked those cultivators if they had it, they would not be able to get it either. Unless he took out a large number of Spirit Stone s, they would not sell it.

The blue clothed cultivator wanted Han Yan to continue selling fireball talismans so he didn't hide anything and said, "There are three types of plants that can nourish the soul. One is the soul-nourishing wood, two is the Soul Nurturing Grass and three is the Soul Nurturing Flower." When he said till here, he paused, and seeing Han Yan's look of anticipation, he continued: "The first two of these plants are almost impossible to obtain, but I have heard of the latter, it is said that the State of Zhao has three great cultivation families that do."

Han Yan was overjoyed, but the expression on his face did not change.

The blue clothed cultivator nodded his head, and said: "That's right, if I remember correctly, State of Zhao has a piece of soul-nourishing wood, I wonder if it was sold."

Han Yan asked about the news and left the second floor. He exchanged all fifty Spirit Stone for Fasting Pills and turned to leave.

When we left, the attendant who received Han Yan muttered under his breath," There are many cultivators who come to buy Pills of Fasting. This is the first time I've seen so many of them. " How could he not be surprised? A bottle of Fasting Pills contained twelve pills, enough for a cultivator to cultivate for a year. Han Yan bought fifty bottles. Was he going to cultivate in seclusion for fifty years?

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