Mortal: I have a gathering technique

Time flies when you're cultivating yourself; another year has passed in the blink of an eye.

"After rushing around, I've finally reached the seventh level of Qi Refining!"

Fang Qing was overjoyed at his breakthrough in cultivation.

For more than a year, he has been diligently cultivating his skills and practicing magic, leading a busy and fulfilling life.

Today, I have finally reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, and I can say that I have the confidence to walk in the world of cultivation.

"Judging by the time, Han Li should be heading to the Jingjiao Gathering soon. I should take this opportunity to get to know him..."

Fang Qing secretly made plans in his heart.

With the protection of his gathering skills, he has given up the idea of ​​seizing the Heavenly Bottle.

However, thinking that having more friends means having more options, he decided to become friends with Han Li.

As for the matter of stealing the elixir...

What a joke! How can something that belongs to a cultivator be considered stealing?

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Just as Fang Qing was heading to Lanzhou, Han Li was also on his way there.

Over the past year, Han Li has worked hard to thoroughly investigate and screen everyone in the Seven Mysteries Sect.

Unfortunately, he didn't find any clues.

This made Han Li suspect that someone outside the Seven Mysteries Sect had stolen his pills.

However, he quickly dismissed this suspicion.

Judging from the thief's methods, it was obvious that the other party knew him very well and was after the cultivation techniques and elixirs.

Outsiders could not possibly understand this clearly.

Most importantly, his family has remained safe and sound.

Neither an internal traitor nor an external enemy, Han Li wondered if he was just a passing cultivator.

But if he were truly a cultivator, the other party would have no reason not to notice his abnormality.

After all, with such a large box of Golden Marrow Pills, Yellow Dragon Pills, Clear Spirit Powder, and Nourishing Essence Pills sitting there, anyone would know there was something wrong with it.

However, to Han Li's utter bewilderment, more than a year has passed and the other party has not appeared again.

"Could the other party be a fool, thinking I was just lucky to discover a spiritual herb, which is why I was able to make so many pills?"

This was the only explanation Han Li could think of.

however,

Regardless of the truth, with the two years drawing to a close and the cold poison in his body about to flare up, and his family safe and sound, Han Li had no choice but to suppress all his doubts and head to Lanzhou.

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Lanzhou, Jiayuan City.

A small boat cuts through the water and speeds forward.

At the bow of the ship, Fang Qing, dressed in a green robe, stood with his hands behind his back. His handsome face shone with a warm, jade-like luster in the spring sunshine.

Truly, a gentleman as refined as jade, unparalleled in the world.

"Two years have passed, and Jiayuan City hasn't changed much!"

Fang Qing looked around and sighed inwardly.

Soon, the small boat docked at the pier.

The dock was dilapidated and small, but dozens of strong men stood on the shore.

Fang Qing was born in Jiayuan City and knew very well where these men came from.

They were all local porters.

According to the rules of Jiayuan City, no matter how much luggage merchants bring when they land, they must pay local porters.

Fang Qing glanced around and picked out a short, muscular man dressed in a gray short-sleeved shirt.

"You're the one."

Upon hearing this, the short, burly man was overjoyed, for Fang Qing had nothing else on him, saving him a lot of effort.

"Thank you, young master!"

"This way, young master."

The short, burly man first bowed, then led the way, beckoning Fang Qing to walk into the city.

Fang Qing followed at a leisurely pace, and once they were outside the dock, he suddenly asked, "You're from the Siping Gang, aren't you?"

The short, stocky man wasn't surprised to have his origins revealed. He smiled and praised, "Young master has a good eye. I'm just like Sun Tou."

Sun Ergou?

Fang Qing raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself how clever that was.

"Judging from your tone, young master, you seem quite familiar with Jiayuan City," the short, burly man turned his head and asked curiously.

I know a little bit about it.

Fang Qing gave a perfunctory reply, then said, "I have something to ask you."

"Please speak, young master." The burly man slowed his pace.

Fang Qing asked casually, "Do you know if there's been a young man in Jiayuan City recently, about my age, a bit dark-skinned, and accompanied by a silent, burly man?"

"this……"

The burly man froze, a look of surprise flashing across his face. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

Fang Qing observed the changes in the burly man and knew that Han Li had already subdued Sun Ergou.

Then ask again, "When did he arrive, and where is he now?"

This time, he used a trace of magic power, and at the same time, the aura of a cultivator suddenly surged forth.

The burly man had never witnessed such a scene before; his mind was instantly captivated, and he involuntarily replied:

"That person arrived in Jiayuan City seven days ago and went to the Mo residence yesterday."

After saying that, the burly man gasped for breath as if he were drowning, his face turning bright red.

Fang Qing blinked, thinking to himself that it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early!

Regardless of the burly man's thoughts, she used her movement technique and rushed towards the Mo residence like the wind.

Before long, the Mo residence came into view. Without giving any notice, Fang Qing went straight over the courtyard wall and headed to the backyard.

Once he reached the backyard, he released his spiritual sense, sensed the surroundings briefly, and immediately headed towards a two-story building.

Inside the building.

The four female masters of the Mo family, Li, Liu, Yan, and Wang, sat imposingly at the head of the table, while Han Li sat casually to one side.

"As long as you destroy the Five Colors Sect and the Domineering Manor, the mortal enemies of the Jingjiao Society, the Mo Family will gladly offer up the Warm Sun Jade..."

Han Li listened silently to Yan's conditions with a gloomy face.

The moment Fang Qing's divine sense swept over, Han Li's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the direction of the gate.

The witnesses, including Yan, were initially taken aback, but quickly realized that someone had arrived.

Moreover, judging from Han Li's reaction, he is most likely a cultivator as well.

Thinking of this, the four women were greatly alarmed and didn't know what to do for a moment.

Just at this time,

The door creaked open from the outside, and they saw a handsome man walk in with his hands behind his back.

Having managed the Jingjiao Society for many years and knowing countless people, the Yan family saw that the newcomer had an extraordinary demeanor and became even more convinced of his identity as a cultivator.

She dared not be negligent and immediately rose to greet him:

"This humble servant greets you, young master. Is there anything important that brings you to my humble abode?"

In the past, she would never have been so easy to talk to.

It was Han Li who made them truly witness the terror of cultivators.

Fang Qing stood in the hall, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the four Yan women.

Although he was a disciple of the Jingjiao Society, this was the first time he had ever looked at the four women so closely.

To be fair, all of Dr. Mo's wives were quite beautiful.

For example, the woman in front of him, Yan, was said to be over thirty years old, but in Fang Qing's eyes, she was still stunningly beautiful.

The third wife, Liu, was even more exaggerated. Although she was about the same age as Yan, she looked like she was only in her early twenties, and her every glance exuded charm.

She's a complete enchantress!

Although the Fifth Madam Wang was slightly less beautiful than the first two, her cold and aloof beauty was captivating.

Second Madam Li did not practice martial arts, and there were already crow's feet around her eyes, but she had a scholarly air about her and showed a remarkable temperament.

After observing the four women, Fang Qing turned to look at Han Li.

How to put it, he is a truly "ordinary" person!

Thinking this, Fang Qingchong nodded, which was considered a greeting.

The next moment, just as Fang Qing was about to speak, Wang suddenly exclaimed:

"Are you Fang Qing?"