Starting as a spiritual plant master, may I eventually become the master of all lands.

There was a small medicinal herb garden in the courtyard, and my great-aunt was examining something in it.

Seeing Song Chuan walk in, the aunt laughed and said, "I was wondering who it was so late, it turns out it's you, kid."

Song Chuan bowed and said, "Grandma."

He was carefully considering how to tell the aunt that he wanted some compensation when he heard her say:

"Say what's on your mind, don't be shy with your aunt."

Song Chuan simply said directly, "Grandma, I'm leaving the family to go to Vine Flower Valley. Could the family provide some assistance? I really don't have enough spirit stones to buy talismans and pills."

The great-aunt asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Aren't there still four months left? Why are you in such a hurry to buy things?"

She then looked Song Chuan up and down and said in surprise, "You've actually reached the fourth level of Qi Refining! That's much faster than I expected."

"Grandma, I was afraid of any danger on the road, so I cultivated day and night. I never expected to break through today. I also owe it all to the Spirit-Boosting Pill you gave me," Song Chuan said gratefully, bowing deeply.

My great-aunt paused for a moment, then sighed softly:

"No wonder you're in such a hurry to prepare talismans and pills." With that, she stepped into the house.

Song Chuan didn't know what his aunt was doing, so he could only stand there and wait.

A moment later, the aunt came out, holding a storage bag in her hand. She waved her hand and tossed the storage bag to Song Chuan: "Open it with your divine sense and take a look."

Song Chuan took the storage bag with some surprise, and extended a wisp of his divine sense. There were no restrictions on it, and his divine sense easily entered it.

The space inside was not large, only a few feet square.

A small pile of spirit stones came into view, about thirty in total.

Beside the spirit stone were two talismans.

Next to the talisman was a small black hammer, about five or six inches in size, which was clearly a magical artifact.

Song Chuan stared at the small hammer, and with a thought, the hammer flew into his hand.

He carefully stroked the small hammer, and his eyes suddenly became a little moist.

"It seems you recognized me," the great-aunt said softly.

"Why is Father's Black Horn Hammer here?" Song Chuan asked excitedly.

"After your parents passed away away, only this black horn hammer was brought back by your third uncle. I was afraid he would put it directly into the Spirit Item Pavilion, so I forcibly took it from him."

"At that time, you had only reached the third level of Qi Refining. This Black Horned Hammer is a mid-level magic weapon. Giving it to you directly would only attract the covetousness of others."

Song Chuan suddenly looked up and asked, "Grandma, do you know how my parents died?"

The aunt asked curiously, "Of course he was killed by a demonic beast. Why would you ask such a question?"

"It's nothing, just that seeing these things reminds me of someone." Song Chuan shook his head.

The aunt looked at Song Chuan, her expression slightly solemn, and said:

"Whether it's your family or the sect you go to in the future, it all depends on your cultivation level. If your cultivation level is low, you won't be qualified to inherit even your father's belongings. Now that you've reached the fourth level of Qi Refining, and you're leaving the family, you can take them."

Song Chuan lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "I understand these principles."

The aunt looked at Song Chuan and sighed:

"Your parents had high hopes for you before they passed away, so you must cultivate diligently. Those spirit stones, two mid-grade first-tier talismans, and this storage bag are a gift from your family."

"Thank you, Aunt and the family." Song Chuan put the black horn hammer back into his storage bag.

The great-aunt waved her hand: "Actually, the family didn't give much. The main reason is that our ancestor was injured a few years ago and hasn't come out of seclusion yet. The family is not having an easy time right now."

At this point, a hint of bitterness appeared on my great-aunt's face.

What Song Chuan didn't know was that these thirty spirit stones and two talismans were obtained for him by this aunt after much persuasion.

Song Chuan had heard about his ancestor's seclusion to heal his injuries. However, this was not something he, a mere Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator, could concern himself with at the time.

Song Chuan hadn't expected that coming to his aunt would directly provide him with what he desperately needed. This meant he could set off immediately.

After all, the people who were trying to kill him never expected that he would leave so suddenly.

He thought for a moment, then said to his great-aunt, "Great-aunt, I want to leave tonight. Could you please not tell anyone about this?"

"I agreed." Although the great-aunt felt a little strange, she didn't take it to heart.

"Then I'll take my leave." Song Chuan bowed and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Song Chuan turned around in confusion and looked at his great-aunt.

"Why the rush? I also have two things to give you, old woman," the aunt said with a smile.

"This..." Song Chuan scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

The aunt patted the storage bag twice, and a circular magical artifact and a strange emerald green leaf appeared in her hand.

"This is the Flowing Light Ring, a mid-tier defensive magical artifact. As for this leaf, it is actually a Wood Release Talisman."

The aunt used her magic to push the two items in front of Song Chuan.

Song Chuan quickly took it, looking bewildered, and said, "Grandma..."

The aunt, however, continued:

"You'll know its use once you refine the Radiant Halo. You must use this talisman with caution. I obtained this talisman by chance; it's quite different from ordinary talismans, and I don't know its origin."

I used this talisman once years ago, and it can be used at most twice more. Once activated, it allows one to move stealthily among the trees. Anyone who isn't a Foundation Establishment cultivator shouldn't be able to break this talisman.

Song Chuan looked at the emerald green talisman. Apart from its shape being different from ordinary talismans, it did not have runes drawn on it, but rather a small tree.

If this talisman is truly as my aunt said, then it is a miraculous item that can save lives. For cultivators practicing Qi Refining, its value is immense.

"Grandma, this is too valuable, I can't accept it," Song Chuan declined.

My aunt, however, put on a stern face and gave a cold snort:

"Take it if I tell you to. My lifespan is running out, and these little possessions are no longer important to me. Don't abandon me just because my family is pushing you out. I'll always remember you."

Before Song Chuan could say anything more, his great-aunt shook her head, walked straight back into the house, closed the door, and fell silent.

Song Chuan remained silent for a moment, then put away the magical artifacts and talismans. He then kowtowed to the house and turned to leave.

Inside the house, the great-aunt watched Song Chuan walk away and muttered to herself:

"There are also Foundation Establishment cultivators among those with the Four Spiritual Roots, and even Core Formation cultivators. With your intelligence, you might really achieve great things if you go to Vine Flower Valley. That's all I can do. Just don't harbor any resentment towards the family in the future."

After saying that, she closed her eyes wearily.

Song Chuan walked in the night, his mood inexplicable.

"The Black Horned Hammer was brought back by Third Uncle..." he muttered, his eyes cold. There was no point in thinking about it now; he would come back sooner or later to find out the truth.

He quietly returned to the herb garden and tidied up the thatched hut.

With everything ready, he looked around the herb garden, feeling both reluctant and helpless.

A thought struck him, and he took a few steps to the moon-viewing orchid.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the strange insect on it.

The strange insect struggled for a moment, then stopped moving. It seemed to have realized that this person was the one who regularly fed it.

Looking at its petal-like body, Song Chuan thought to himself that the Creator must have carefully crafted this insect, which was so beautiful.

This insect is also excellent at hiding and disguising itself, but unfortunately it is not a real demon insect, otherwise I would definitely take it with me.

He said softly, "The spirit plant masters who come later might try to kill you, so you'd better hide well."

After saying this, he put the insect back on the flower, resolutely turned around, and strode quickly out of the herb garden.

He didn't notice that the moment he turned around, the evening primrose flower trembled, and the strange insect flew onto his back at an extremely fast speed.

The strange insect crawled from his back to his shoulder, then down his shoulder, and quietly slipped into his arms.