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

A hint of surprise flashed in Wei Wuyai's eyes. This guy not only didn't back down, but dared to make a move?

He snorted coldly, flipped his hands, and the poisonous cloud suddenly became several times denser, transforming into multicolored poisonous pythons that coiled around Lu Yan.

Instead of retreating, Lu Yan advanced, lightning flashed, and he smashed his hammer towards the venomous python.

Wherever the hammer passed, the lightning cleaved a path through the poisonous fog, and the electric arcs scorched the poisonous gas with a hissing sound.

Wei Wuyai frowned, flicked his fingers repeatedly, and the venomous python transformed, attacking from all directions.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the secret chamber. Lu Yan moved with incredible speed, his lightning escape technique flashing unpredictably, and each strike of the Nine Heavens Heaven-Slaying Hammer carried immense power.

Wei Wuyai's poison skills are unpredictable; the poisonous clouds gather and disperse, sometimes like pythons, sometimes like nets, sometimes like needles, covering the sky and making them impossible to defend against.

After exchanging blows for dozens of rounds, Wei Wuyai's mind gradually became serious.

This person was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but his physical strength and lightning magic were so powerful that he could withstand the poison in his abdomen without being at a disadvantage.

Those poisonous mists would cause ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators to suffer severe burns if they came into contact with them, but this person's lightning seemed to be the nemesis of poisonous techniques. After several head-on collisions, his poisonous clouds were actually dispersed in considerable quantities.

What alarmed him even more was that the golden scales on this person's body and the tyrannical power he exuded were unlike any martial art from any school in Tiannan.

After another exchange, the two simultaneously withdrew their attacks. The lightning and poisonous mist in the secret chamber receded, leaving behind several charred pits and corroded grooves on the ground.

Wei Wuyai's eyes flickered, and his tone softened slightly: "Who exactly are you? With such skills, you can't be an unknown person."

Lu Yan put away his Dharma form and cupped his hands in greeting: "I am Lu Yan from Huangfeng Valley. I was swept here by the spatial storm and have disturbed Fellow Daoist Wei. I apologize for any offense caused."

Wei Wuyai remained silent for a moment. He had lived for nearly a thousand years and had seen countless cultivators. This was the first Nascent Soul cultivator who could withstand dozens of moves from him without showing any signs of defeat and even subtly overpower him.

What this person said may not be entirely false; at least with this level of strength, there's no need to fabricate some kind of teleportation accident to deceive him.

The main problem is that he no longer wants to fight; he simply can't win.

"Yellow Maple Valley..." Wei Wuyai murmured, seemingly searching for the sect in his memory, then nodded.

"I have heard of it. I never expected that Linghu's sect would produce such a young man as you."

As soon as Wei Wuyai finished speaking, Lu Yan didn't bother to reply.

It's uncertain how long the Golden Flower Ancestor can hold out. That old man's life is worthless, but the Golden Jade Book cannot fall into the hands of the Golden Flood Dragon King. He must hurry back.

"Fellow Daoist Wei," Lu Yan spoke, his tone crisp, "Buying a gun?"

Wei Wuyai was taken aback, then his lips twitched. How could this person's thoughts be so unpredictable?

One moment they're fighting to the death, the next they're doing business?

He glanced at the golden spear in Lu Yan's hand, his gaze lingering. The spear shimmered with golden light, exuded a deep spiritual pressure, and had faint phantom images of dragons swirling around it. It was indeed a rare and precious item.

He took the golden spear, probed it with his divine sense, and gasped.

The quality of this spear was much higher than he had imagined, even surpassing his own natal magic weapon.

"You really want to sell?" Wei Wuyai raised his head, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Lu Yan smiled slightly, didn't reply, and casually took out a storage bag and several spirit beast bags from his storage bracelet, tossing them in front of Wei Wuyai.

Wei Wuyai picked up the storage bag with suspicion, probed it with his divine sense, and immediately his breath caught in his throat.

Inside, it was densely packed with materials from demonic beasts. Level seven demonic cores, complete demonic beast corpses, tendons, bones, hides, blood essence... a dazzling array, piled up like mountains.

He had never seen so many high-level demon beast materials in his entire life.

He then opened the spirit beast pouch, inside which several living level seven demon beasts were sleeping soundly, their auras steady and their spiritual pressure overwhelming.

Wei Wuyai's hands trembled slightly. He had lived for over a thousand years and seen countless grand scenes, but he was still stunned at this moment.

These materials, if placed in Tiannan, would be enough to support a medium-sized sect for over a hundred years.

"This..." Wei Wuyai opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Lu Yan secretly calculated that the barbarian's stock was worth several million spirit stones in the Chaotic Star Sea, but that was the price in the Chaotic Star Sea.

A single level-seven demon core can sell for 100,000 in Tiannan, so these materials are worth at least tens of millions here.

"I'd like to exchange some things," Lu Yan said calmly. "Thousand-year-old or ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, refining materials like Gengjin, and spirit stones as well. If Fellow Daoist Wei has any connections, could you help me arrange it?"

Wei Wuyai took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, carefully put away the storage bag and spirit beast bag, and looked up at Lu Yan with a complicated expression.

"You certainly know how to pick your timing." He paused. "I do want these things. But you'll have to give me some time. Spiritual herbs and Gengjin aren't like cabbages; I'll need to search for them from various places."

Lu Yan stood up and cupped his hands in greeting: "Fellow Daoist Wei, I'm in a hurry, so please accept whatever you have to offer as payment."

Wei Wuyai didn't know why he was in such a hurry, but he still nodded: "In that case, come with me."

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The Gate of Transformation.

Wei Wuyai led Lu Yan through several layers of restrictions and headed straight for the sect's warehouse.

The disciples of the Huayi Sect they encountered along the way all turned to look at him with surprise and doubt. Who was this young man? How could Wei Wuyai personally lead the way and be so polite to him the whole way?

Some people whispered among themselves, but Wei Wuyai glanced at them and everyone immediately shut up.

The warehouse door was pushed open, revealing a shimmering light inside. Shelves were filled with jade boxes, jade bottles, ores, and magical artifacts, a dazzling array of items.

Wei Wuyai stood at the door and gestured for him to proceed: "Fellow Daoist Lu, please make your choice."

Lu Yan didn't stand on ceremony. He walked in, scanned the area, and started stuffing things into his storage bracelet. Thousand-year-old ginseng, ten-thousand-year-old warm jade, Geng gold, Xuanbing iron, dragon blood stone, ginseng... he didn't let anything that caught his eye go.

On the medicine shelf, there were all kinds of pills, even several bottles of those for the Nascent Soul stage. I bought them all.

The spirit stones were piled up into a small mountain, and he collected them all.

Wei Wuyai stood at the door, his lips twitching, but he didn't say anything.

After Lu Yan finished packing these things, he turned around, took out two fist-sized demon cores from his storage bracelet, and placed them on the table.

The demon core shimmered with golden light, its spiritual pressure profound, faintly exuding the aura of a transformation-stage being. He then took out three enormous corpses: Qiu Wanhai, Qiu Tianjun, and a thunder whale corpse he had smuggled from the barbarian's storage, neatly arranging them on the ground.

"These," Lu Yan clapped his hands, his tone flat. "Are there any other warehouses? I'll take them all."

Wei Wuyai gasped.

"An eighth-level...eighth-level monster!?"

He stared at the two transformed demon cores and the three corpses of transformed great demons, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

In his entire life, he had never even seen a living, transformed demon cultivator, let alone a demon core or a corpse.

This guy actually produced two level-eight demon cores and three level-eight corpses in one go?

"You..." Wei Wuyai's voice changed tone: "Where did you find all this?"

Lu Yan didn't answer, he just looked at him.

Wei Wuyai took a deep breath, turned around, and shouted at the disciples guarding the door, "Go and summon all the elders of the sect! Bring spirit stones, pills, and everything of value! If you don't have enough, borrow some!"

The disciple was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran away.