Mortal: Starting by looting Han Laomo's entire herb garden

Six months later, in Tainan Valley.

A streak of red light approached from afar and landed above a dense mountain forest.

As the light faded, Lu Yan, standing atop the Illusionary Phoenix, surveyed the mountains and forests below from his vantage point.

After advancing to level four, the Illusionary Phoenix Sparrow grew considerably larger, with its wingspan reaching two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters). Its fiery red feathers shone like a burning flame in the sunlight.

Lu Yan stood on the bird, activated his Netherworld Demon Eye, and scanned the mountains and forests below.

"Brother Lu, what are we doing here?" Yin Yue's voice rang out in his arms.

Lu Yan sighed, "Sigh, I spent all my spirit stones to gather the materials for drawing talismans, so I had no choice but to come out and kill to steal treasures."

Although he did not formally become Tianfu's disciple, the old man eventually agreed to teach Lu Yan.

The requirement is that if there is an opportunity in the future, the inheritance should be sent back to Tianfu Sect, and the sect should be taken care of at the same time.

Lu Yan readily agreed, and also promised to go to the Spirit Realm or Immortal Realm in the future to find treasures that could restore his soul and reshape his body.

It is worth mentioning that Master Tianfu is also a master of formations, and his skill is probably even greater than that of Xin Ruyin.

This filled Lu Yan with immense joy. With Tianfu Zhenren, why bother looking for Xin Ruyin?

After that, he spent half a year learning various talisman-making methods from Master Tianfu, and also cultivated the Great Evolution Technique to the first level. Now his divine sense is comparable to that of a Core Formation cultivator.

At this moment, Tianfu's voice came from the Soul-Nourishing Wood behind him: "Young Lu, can the Blood-Dripping Poria Flower you mentioned earlier really help this old man reshape his physical body and embark on the path of cultivation again?"

"Of course," Lu Yan replied without hesitation. "That's something that can even reshape the physical body of a True Immortal, let alone a Nascent Soul cultivator like you. A word spoken is a word kept, and I will do my utmost to help you embark on the path of cultivation once more."

Yin Yue chimed in, "As expected of Brother Lu, you know so much."

Lu Yan smiled slightly and said nothing more. The Blood-Dripping Poria Flower was real and indeed in the Spirit Realm, but whether he could obtain it was another matter; it belonged to Brother Skeleton.

Before reaching the Mahayana stage, how could he dare to stroke the tiger's whiskers? It's hard to say whether the remnant soul of the Heavenly Talisman Immortal could even last until then.

However, it wasn't exactly lying to him; there's more than one way to embark on the path of cultivation again.

If I can become a Dao Ancestor in the future, I can go to the Old Demon of Reincarnation to borrow the Six Paths Reincarnation Disc, find the reincarnation of Tianfu and restore his past life memories, wouldn't that be the same?

It's just empty promises, anyway, they're free. As for what happens if Lu Yan fails to become a Dao Ancestor? He'll obviously die. What's the point of making any promises if he's already dead?

"Huh? Found it."

Lu Yan suddenly let out a soft exclamation. In the vision of the Netherworld Demon Eye, behind a boulder, a man with an honest-looking face was sitting cross-legged in meditation.

His aura was only at the second level of Qi Refining, but his spiritual energy fluctuations were somewhat strange, unlike those of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators.

This is the guy.

The Core Formation cultivator from the Yuling Sect who possessed Qu Hun.

Although he only has the cultivation level of the second level of Qi Refining, Lu Yan knows that this guy knows a secret technique that can temporarily raise his cultivation level to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

Be careful.

Lu Yan patted the head of the Illusionary Phoenix Sparrow, and the two of them descended from the sky, landing in front of the boulder.

The man who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes, saw Lu Yan in front of him, his expression changed drastically, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

“Who…who are you?”

Lu Yan sized him up and down, then slowly asked, "And who are you? How dare you possess my friend's body?"

The man cursed inwardly. His friend's corpse? So, being your friend is the price you pay for turning me into a corpse? No wonder this body had been tampered with; you were the one who did it!

He cursed inwardly, but dared not show it on his face. He forced a smile and cupped his hands in greeting: "So it's you, fellow Daoist. I am a disciple of Spirit Beast Mountain. I was fighting with someone and my physical body was destroyed by that person. In desperation, I had no choice but to enter this body. Please forgive me, fellow Daoist."

"Spirit Beast Mountain?" Lu Yan's eyes lit up, and his face showed a look of surprise and delight. "Oh my, so you're a fellow cultivator from Spirit Beast Mountain! What a pleasure to meet you!"

As he spoke, he enthusiastically stepped forward to pat the other person on the shoulder.

To everyone's surprise, this guy was too wary and took two steps back, causing Lu Yan's outstretched hand to freeze in mid-air.

Lu Yan cursed inwardly. This guy was so cautious. Was he the kind of despicable person who liked to scheme against others?

As he pondered this, he discreetly retrieved the Heart-Piercing Nail, coated with bitter poison, that had been tucked between his fingers.

Seemingly sensing the awkwardness of the situation, the man spoke first, his tone sincere: "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, although I am down on my luck, I am by no means an ungrateful person. Once I recover my cultivation, I will definitely make amends to you. Do you want spirit stones? Or pills? Please feel free to ask."

Lu Yan pondered for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly, as if he were seriously considering it.

After a moment, he sighed and said with a troubled expression, "Isn't this inappropriate? This person is my brother, my dearest friend and family..."

The man cursed inwardly again. Brothers? Beloved relatives and friends? You can't even remember their names, and you call yourself brothers? You're kidding me!

Although he inwardly despised it, he dared not show it on his face. Instead, he said more sincerely, "I admire your loyalty and righteousness, fellow Daoist. However, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and it would be a waste to leave this body in your hands."

"Why not grant my request? I will surely repay you handsomely. My valuables are all in a cave not far away. If you need them, I can guide you there."

"No need," Lu Yan refused decisively, his tone leaving no room for negotiation: "Give me the map, I'll find it myself."

Upon hearing this, the man inwardly groaned.

The person in front of me is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment and is accompanied by a level four demonic beast.

The golden-backed mantis he left in the cave might not be able to defeat the opponent. Only by going along and seizing the opportunity to strike would he have a chance of winning. However, the opponent made it clear that he was not allowed to come along, putting him in a dilemma.

Lu Yan stared into his eyes, his tone gradually turning cold: "What? Fellow Daoist, do you perhaps have some unspeakable secret? Or perhaps you are not a disciple of Spirit Beast Mountain at all, and everything you just said was a lie?"

The man was sweating profusely, but managed a weak smile: "Hehe, fellow Daoist, you jest. The map is right here."

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. He took out a map made of animal hide from his pocket, held it out with both hands, and handed it over.

Lu Yan took the map, unfolded it, glanced at it, and casually put it into his storage bag.

He nodded, his tone suddenly becoming nonchalant: "Very well, you're no longer of any use to me."

The man's expression changed.

"Go to hell."

Before he finished speaking, a small bluish-black seal flew out from Lu Yan's sleeve, spun around, and grew to several feet in size before crashing down on the man's head.

"you!"

The man was shocked, and his aura surged instantly, forcibly rising from the second level of Qi Refining to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment.

At the same time, a flash of green light appeared in his hand, and a small emerald green sword appeared in his palm, barely blocking the large seal.

As he defended himself, he angrily questioned, "Fellow Daoist, what is the meaning of this? I have already truthfully told you the location of the valuables, why do you still want to kill me?"

Lu Yan sneered, "Hmph! The Seven Sects are getting worse and worse. I only needed to ask them a couple of questions and they confessed everything. Let me tell you the truth, I am a cultivator from the Spirit Control Sect, and today is your death day."

The man was so angry he almost vomited blood. "The Spirit Control Sect? I'm from the Spirit Control Sect! How come I don't know anyone like you? You're lying without even thinking!"

But with his life hanging in the balance, he couldn't think twice. While struggling to block the massive seal, he loudly protested, "Fellow Daoist, it's a misunderstanding! I am also a cultivator from the Spirit Control Sect! We are fellow disciples!"

"So noisy!"

Lu Yan was too lazy to listen anymore. He clasped his hands together, and after a moment he separated them. Strands of blood-red lightning bloomed between his palms, spreading like a spider web.

The phoenixes let out a long cry and swooped down from the sky, their wings whipping up intense heat waves that blocked the man's escape route.

The man barely dodged the attack of the Illusionary Phoenix Sparrow. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the crimson lightning and a sense of alarm rose in his heart. Without thinking, he summoned the Green Radiance Sword to block in front of him.

"die!"

Lu Yan pushed hard with both hands, and a bolt of blood-red lightning as thick as his arm struck him.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The crimson lightning, like a phantom, passed straight through the Green Radiance Sword without any obstruction, and struck the man's chest solidly.

"what!"

The man screamed as he was sent flying backward by the blow, crashing heavily into the boulder behind him. His body was charred black and emitting blue smoke, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

The Green Radiance Sword lost control and fell to the ground with a clang, its spiritual light dimming considerably.

"Impossible..." The man collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, staring at Lu Yan in horror.

"What kind of lightning is this? It can ignore physical defenses..."

Lu Yan did not answer, looking down at the blood-red arc of electricity pulsating in his palm, lost in thought.

Ignoring physical defenses? Could this be the Heavenly Blood Lightning?

This was the first time he had used this move, and he hadn't expected it to have this characteristic.

He vaguely guessed the identity of the blood dragon.

But now is not the time to think about these things.