Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

Yan Yun did not show any disappointment when he heard this. Instead, he looked calm and said slowly:

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be anxious. I am not obsessed with finished spiritual medicines. If it is the seeds or young grasses of these spiritual medicines, I am also willing to exchange them for a high price."

The demon girl hesitated for a moment, but did not reject the proposal immediately. She just said:

"If that's the case, then it's not completely impossible to find. It's just quite troublesome, and I don't have such items at the moment."

In the silent forest, Yan Yun showed a look of joy. He said to the demon woman in front of him:

"As long as I can really collect that thing, I will definitely come here again to exchange with fellow Taoists."

The demon woman nodded slightly and responded calmly:
"I can only try my best. After all, wild spiritual herbs, even seeds and seedlings, are extremely scarce on weekdays, and few people are willing to sell them."

"However, if I do find these things, what would you like to exchange with me?"

"If it's spirit stones, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Even high-level spirit stones are not in short supply."

When Yan Yun heard this, his expression remained normal, but he moved his lips slightly and whispered a few words.

The demon woman surrounded by black air suddenly trembled, her tone full of surprise:
"What! You actually have a ten thousand year old elixir!"

Yan Yun smiled slightly and said calmly:
"As long as you can find what I need, I will take out this spiritual item."

The demon woman was surprised at first, but then she began to have doubts:
"With such precious spiritual medicine, why don't you use it to prepare the elixir yourself? Why do you have to exchange these ordinary things with me?"

The Taoist friend said that next time he comes here, he will bring the necessary items for exchange, and give the demon woman a three thousand year old elixir as a deposit.

The demon woman was initially skeptical about the mysterious Taoist's intentions, but after some inspection, she confirmed that the items in the wooden box were indeed elixirs.

She coldly questioned whether the mysterious Taoist friend would never come back after getting the things, and the mysterious Taoist friend responded with a sincere attitude, expressing his sincerity and the importance he attached to the transaction.

"Your Excellency has indeed shown sincerity, but what you are looking for will not be available in the short term. Please give me a few years, and I will collect two or three for you by then."

The woman put away the wooden box without hesitation and said confidently.

"In that case, Yan will wait for good news."

Yan Yun was delighted and clasped his hands together in salute. For him, thousands of years old elixirs were not rare, so it was no problem for him to use them to gain the other party's trust.

He firmly believed that the thousand-year-old elixir he promised was enough to make this transformed demon wholeheartedly look for what he needed.

For Yan Yun, this approach of keeping a low profile among the human race and not wanting to attract attention is undoubtedly the most appropriate strategy.

The demon woman nodded, turned around and left without saying another word.

Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the slender figure vaguely visible in the black air, and then turned and walked towards the entrance of the hall, as if he was going to leave. But when he walked to the stall of the first human cultivator, his eyes swept across a green branch, and his steps stopped involuntarily. After a slight hesitation, he turned and walked towards the cultivator.

Yan Yun walked slowly to the stall and asked indifferently, "Fellow Daoist, can you tell me the origin of this thing?" Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the empty air with one hand, and the green branch was caught in his hand, and his fingers slowly stroked it.

"The origin of this item is quite strange. I personally witnessed a bolt of lightning falling on a dead spiritual tree, and then it sprouted and grew, forming this spiritual tree."

"As for its specific origin and purpose, I am not very clear about it."

A hoarse and old voice came from the white mist. It seemed that the stall owner was an old man.

Yan Yun frowned slightly, and repeatedly played with the spiritual wood with one hand, muttering to himself: "Heavenly thunder turning into wood, it's interesting."

The old man chuckled and said:

"It is indeed strange, but the thunder power contained in this thing is too overbearing. It can neither be forcibly absorbed and refined in the body, nor can it be used to refine weapons. Perhaps someone in the demon race is interested in it. Daoist friend, do you like this thing?"

In a quiet place of practice, a man named Yan Yun, dressed in plain clothes, was playing with a piece of thunder wood that was emitting a strange light.

He looked indifferent, as if nothing in the world caught his attention, and only the thunder wood could make him stop for a moment.

"Oh, nothing." Yan Yun raised his head slightly, with a hint of subtle curiosity in his eyes.

"I have cultivated some lightning power, so I am naturally curious about this strange object. What do you plan to exchange it for?"

His voice was calm and steady, and every word seemed to carry an invisible power.

In the white clouds, an old man was slightly startled. He looked Yan Yun up and down carefully, and his deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

After a moment, he said slowly in a hoarse voice:

"Although I have not yet found the true purpose of this thunder wood, the value of this spiritual wood formed by heavenly thunder is unfathomable."

"I am currently refining a batch of 'Qian Yuan Dan', but I am still short of a five thousand year old spiritual herb of any kind."

"If you can provide one, this spiritual tree will be yours. Of course, if you have a top-grade spiritual stone or other treasures of equal value, I will not refuse it either."

Yan Yun's heart trembled slightly, and the expression on his face instantly became gloomy.

He wondered to himself, how did this old man know that he had the elixir?
As if he had sensed what Yan Yun was thinking, the old man said in a low voice:

"Don't be surprised, fellow Daoist. I have cultivated some minor magical powers, and my sense of smell is far superior to that of ordinary people."

"I smelled a little bit of the medicinal fragrance from the wooden box you took out when you were trading with the demon woman just now."

"That's a spiritual medicine that's about three thousand years old. If you can take out such a spiritual medicine so easily, I'm sure you also have spiritual medicines that are more than five thousand years old."

When Yan Yun heard this, he couldn't help feeling a little helpless.

He had indeed heard that there was a profound method in Buddhism that could significantly enhance the practitioner's five sense perception abilities. Methods such as telepathy, clairvoyance, and super hearing were all examples of this type of method.

The Ming and Qing Lingmu that he cultivated were, to some extent, the concrete manifestation of this method, but they had not yet reached the incredible realm in those legends.

After sorting out the whole story in his mind, Yan Yun's expression gradually relaxed, and he slowly said:
"I see. Since you have clearly pointed out that what you need is a spiritual medicine, I happen to have one on hand. Please see if it is suitable for use."

After he finished speaking, Yan Yun raised his hand without hesitation. A white light flashed, and a rectangular wooden box emerged and was gently thrown to the other party.

The old man saw this and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect Yan Yun to agree to his conditions so readily. He quickly took the wooden box, opened the lid and took a quick look, then quickly closed the lid.

"Yes, this is indeed a five thousand year old elixir, just right for me to use in alchemy." The old man put away the wooden box with joy on his face.

Seeing this, Yan Yun's mouth curled up slightly, and the willow branch in his hand shook lightly and disappeared without a trace.

Then he saluted slightly, turned around and left without saying a word.

After all, in front of these shrewd people, saying too much is useless and may even cause unnecessary trouble.

After Yan Yun left Taixuan Palace, he took a walk around other places in the market town.

He possessed omnipotent magical treasures and countless elixirs, so the things in these shops naturally could not attract his attention.

Therefore, a few hours later, he returned to the bluestone tower and entered the quiet room in the hall where the team was.

As soon as he entered the quiet room, Yan Yun immediately cast a spell to activate the restrictions of the entire quiet room to prevent others from disturbing him.

However, even so, Yan Yun was still a little worried, and cast several magical lights of different colors, which flashed and disappeared into the four corners of the quiet room to enhance protection.

Then, he clasped his hands together, and a layer of white light curtain emerged on the stone wall, completely blocking the possibility of outsiders peeping.

Only then did Yan Yun feel relieved. He sat cross-legged on the cushion and waved his hand. A piece of thunder wood half a foot long and as thick as a thumb appeared in his hand.

The color of this thunderwood is unusually emerald green, and there are tiny whirlpool-like lines on its surface, which make people feel deeply attracted to it at first sight.

When in Taixuan Palace, Yan Yun was unable to examine this object carefully.

Now, he began to stroke the branches of the thunderwood inch by inch with his fingertips, closing his eyes and trying to feel the mystery in it.

The lightning power beneath the surface of the spiritual tree is extremely violent, but it can condense into its current form, which is truly amazing.

Yan Yun pondered secretly in his heart, opened his eyes again, and with a green light flashing in his hand, he began to slowly inject a trace of spiritual power.

As soon as a little was injected, the branches began to tremble slightly, and a rebound force suddenly appeared, bouncing all the spiritual power out.

A hint of surprise flashed through Yan Yun's mind, and the green light in his hand gradually became dazzling.

As the branches trembled, a faint white light appeared, which intertwined and flickered with the green light in Yan Yun's hand, but the two were completely incompatible.

After a while, a faint buzzing sound was heard between the two lights.

Yan Yun frowned, waved his hand, and the green light on his hand instantly dissipated and disappeared.

Obviously, continuing to increase the amount of spiritual power injected might be able to force it into the branch, but the branch itself would also explode and destroy itself.

With Yan Yun's experience, he is naturally not limited to this one method to study this thing.

A series of thunderous sounds suddenly came from his palm that was holding the branch, and golden electric wires emerged, instantly covering the branch.

As the golden arc bounced, the branches remained motionless, without any abnormality.

Yan Yun did not show any frustration. After all, if he could really produce results so easily, the previous owner would not have regarded it as useless.

He suddenly threw the middle branch in his hand into the air, and the branch immediately floated in the air.

Then, he flicked his fingers slightly, and a golden sword energy shot out, accurately cutting the middle of the branch.

Accompanied by a low thunderclap, a white arc of light flashed by, and the branch was split in two and gently fell to the ground.

Yan Yun grabbed the air with one hand without hesitation, and the two broken branches were instantly caught in his hands.

When I glanced across the fracture, I saw only a silvery white.

Yan Yun's eyes flashed blue as he gazed and discovered that the so-called silver-white was actually made up of countless thin electric wires interwoven in an extremely regular pattern, forming an amazing and strange pattern.

Its complexity and sophistication are extraordinary!
If he didn't have a keen eye, he probably wouldn't be able to detect anything unusual.

In a blink of an eye, a layer of emerald green light appeared on the silver surface of the fracture, and the two broken branches instantly turned into two independent branches. This scene shocked Yan Yun greatly.

In the practice of the Way of Immortal Heroes, the control of the power of thunder and lightning is extremely profound. Yan Yun's ability to control the arc and condense the thunder and lightning into shape is one of his specialties. However, refining the power of thunder and lightning to such a subtle degree and making it present an unimaginable and wonderful state is a realm he has never imagined before.

Compared to his previous methods of using the evil-repelling divine thunder to transform into an electric grid and condense into an electric ball, the complexity of the situation he faced this time was simply incomparable. Its exquisiteness was many times higher than before. This unique method required the manipulation of divine thoughts to reach an astonishing level. Without sufficient divine thought control ability, it would be impossible to achieve such a delicate operation.

At this time, Yan Yun held two branches in his hands, lowered his head slightly, and fell into deep thought. After a moment, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he pointed a finger at one of the branches in the air. In an instant, golden light flashed, and the branch was cut into two again under the white arc.

However, Yan Yun, who had been prepared, reacted quickly. With a slight movement of his mind, one of the branches immediately appeared under his eyelids, and the silver-white cut was clearly exposed in front of him. Yan Yun's eyes shone with blue light, and he stared at the scene at the cut without blinking, his face full of solemnity. What surprised him was that although it was also a silver-white cut, the pattern formed by the electric wire on it was very different from the first time he saw it.

After a while, the cut of the branch was gradually covered by a layer of emerald green.

Upon seeing this, Yan Yun slowly closed his eyes, as if trying to carefully figure out the mystery contained therein.

Yan Yun's hands moved quickly like a phantom, a slender sword light flashed, and he cut off the branches in his hand one by one and observed them carefully.

He focused on the recurring lightning patterns, and once he discovered a new lightning pattern, he would look at it carefully and no longer pay attention to the old patterns.

In a blink of an eye, half of the branch had been cut into countless small pieces and scattered on the ground.

When Yan Yun showed a look of understanding, he sent out another ray of sword light, changed direction, and began to split the remaining half of the branch in the middle.

In the gleaming silver light, this half branch was neatly divided into two equal-sized parts.

Then, he continued to observe carefully, and used the golden sword thread to shoot out continuously, and finally cut the half of the thunder wood into a pile of thin slices. The thinnest part was almost like white paper.

Although these thunderwood debris still remain in an extremely stable state and obviously contain powerful and abnormal lightning power, they show no signs of erupting.

At this time, Yan Yun turned his palm over, and a white jade slip appeared in his hand. (End of this chapter)