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

Zhou Yuan finally came to his senses. Had he... been robbed?

The next moment, his face turned ashen as he took out a compass-shaped magical artifact.

The Phoenix Sparrow has a tracking restriction that he personally planted, so as long as it is within a million miles, its location can be sensed.

He took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and channeled his spiritual energy into the compass, but the compass did not react at all.

Zhou Yuan broke out in a cold sweat and tried to inject more spiritual energy, but there was still no response.

"impossible……"

Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

This compass was personally crafted by a Void Refinement expert, and it can sense objects within a million miles, unless... Su Huanzhen has already left a million miles away.

But that kid is clearly a Qi Refining cultivator! How could he possibly travel a million miles in an instant?

Zhou Yuan stood blankly on the second floor, when a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Could it be some powerful old monster in disguise? Deliberately posing as a lowly Qi Refining cultivator to swindle and deceive?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. How could a Qi Refining cultivator possibly produce so many top-tier magic artifacts? How could they simply vanish into thin air right under his nose?

Only old monsters at the Fusion Stage or above possess this kind of ability.

But... Zhou Yuan's face showed a strange expression.

Is this old monster who's just bored and has nothing better to do than pretend to be a junior Qi cultivator?

Zhou Yuan stood by the window, lost in deep doubt about life.

"Could it be... that all the powerful monsters who have achieved fusion these days are so tasteless?"

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Back in the stone house in Huangfeng Valley, Lu Yan plopped down on the bed, with the Illusionary Phoenix perched on his shoulder.

The little guy didn't seem to realize what was happening yet. He tilted his head and looked around at the unfamiliar environment, letting out a few confused chirps.

Lu Yan glanced down at the Forbidden God Token in his hand. He had just finished refining it in the Spirit Realm, and now he had established a soul connection with the Illusionary Phoenix Sparrow.

He placed the bird by his bedside, then stood up and put on his Wanli Yunyan shoes.

The light blue boots fit perfectly the moment they were put on, as if they were custom-made.

With a thought, he infused his spiritual power. Instantly, a cloud of energy rose beneath his feet, making him feel light and airy, as if he could ride the wind at any moment.

"Let's test the speed."

He pushed open the door, and in a flash, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the night.

Lu Yan advanced at an astonishing speed. The scenery of Huangfeng Valley flashed past on both sides, the mountains, rocks, trees, and houses all becoming a blur.

"This speed," he estimated in his mind, "is faster than when I fly on my sword."

After running a large circle around the Qilin Pavilion, Lu Yan returned to the stone house with a broad smile on his face.

"Wind Release Technique, it truly lives up to its reputation."

He had just tried to activate the Wind Escape Technique and instantly escaped more than a hundred feet away, but unfortunately it consumed too much spiritual energy, and he could not maintain it for long.

After testing the boots, he returned to the house and looked at the Phantom Phoenix.

"Your turn next."

The little guy was squatting by the bedside preening his feathers when he heard this. He looked up and stared at him with his reddish-gold eyes.

Lu Yan separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and shared its vision.

In an instant, the world before my eyes changed.

He saw several streams of spiritual light flowing around his body; these were the trajectories of spiritual energy circulation.

He saw a small hole hidden in the corner of the tree, where an owl was beating up a peregrine falcon.

He even saw a senior brother several miles away, staying up late at night, doing something with a female disciple in the bushes.

Lu Yan withdrew his divine sense and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"The Illuminating Demon Eyes truly live up to their name." He patted the Illusionary Phoenix Sparrow's head: "From now on, follow me across the Three Realms, and I will guarantee your ascension to a true spirit."

The little guy looked at him with a skeptical expression, as if to say, "You?"

After testing the two treasures, Lu Yan leaned back on the bed and took out the Vajra Manual to read it.

With his molten metal body, if he could refine the Vajra Technique to the seventh level of perfection, he would not be afraid even when facing a Nascent Soul level monster.

The days that followed were fulfilling and exciting for Lu Yan.

During the day, in Lei Wanhe's cave.

"How did you even execute that grenade hand seal? Try again!"

"The circulation of spiritual energy needs to be fast, but not too fast. You'll figure it out yourself."

"Yes, like that... Wait, no, no, your spiritual energy will become chaotic if you do it like that, start over."

Fatty Lei's voice was full of energy, and he was teaching with great care. Lu Yan's lightning techniques had improved by leaps and bounds during this period.

That night, Lu Yan circulated his spiritual energy according to the Vajra Technique, strengthening his physical body bit by bit.

As for late at night.

The cheat code is activated, and the world spins.

In an unknown continent, amidst ancient ruins.

Four cultivators were arguing fiercely over a newly unearthed Seven-Colored Lotus, their tempers flaring.

"I discovered it first!"

"You're talking nonsense! I got it first!"

"Quiet down! Everyone who sees this gets a share..."

Before the words were finished, a figure appeared out of nowhere in the cave, and the four of them were all stunned.

The figure moved with lightning speed, grabbing the Seven-Colored Lotus in one swift motion.

"Give it to me!"

The next second, the person and the Seven-Colored Lotus vanished without a trace.

The four of them were left staring at each other, bewildered in the wind.

"Was someone there just now?"

"I think... is there?"

"Where is the Seven-Colored Lotus?"

"That's all."

A small exchange meeting was held on a certain screen.

Dozens of Qi Refining stage cultivators sat in a circle, exchanging their treasures.

The host took out a bottle of pills and was about to introduce them when suddenly a man in black appeared before his eyes.

"Give it to me!"

The cultivator froze, staring at his empty hand, then looked up at his surroundings.

"Who? Who did this?!"

The crowd looked at each other in disbelief, and everyone present was astonished.

A scene from an auction.

The host was enthusiastically introducing the final auction item, a giant egg that gleamed with a mysterious light.

"Fellow Daoists, this is the egg of the Xuan Yuan Turtle, a primordial species possessing the bloodline of the Xuanwu. If you can tame it, it's like having an extra life! Starting bid: 500,000 spirit stones!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a hand appeared out of thin air on the stage.

He grabbed the Xuan Yuan Turtle's egg and carried it away, egg and base together.

"Give it to me!"

The next second, the person was gone, the egg was gone, and the base was gone too.

The host stood there, mouth agape, completely stunned, while the audience remained silent.

A certain screen, the battlefield where a great battle has just ended.

Corpses littered the battlefield, blood flowed like rivers, and the survivors were cleaning up the battlefield and collecting their spoils.

A figure appeared out of thin air and, with lightning speed, snatched storage bags and magical artifacts from several corpses.

"Give it to me!"

Someone noticed something was wrong and shouted, "Stop!"

The figure had disappeared.

A monster's lair.

As soon as Lu Yan landed, he heard a deafening roar behind him.

He didn't even turn his head; he just made his escape as the wind picked up.

Only a colossal beast, three stories high, remained, roaring angrily at the air.

The cave dwelling where a powerful being secluded himself.

As soon as Lu Yan opened his eyes, he saw an ordinary-looking old man sitting cross-legged three zhang away, his body surging with spiritual energy.

The two locked eyes.

Old man: "?"

Lu Yan: "..."

"This person has an ordinary face but an extraordinary temperament; he is clearly a highly accomplished person."

Lu Yan broke out in a cold sweat instantly and quickly ran away.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he vanished.

The old man was left standing there, stunned. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "Interesting. A mere Qi Refining stage junior was able to penetrate the restrictions of my cave? And is my face really that ordinary? Why did I have to specifically mention it?"