Mortal: I have a gathering technique

Just as Fang Qing was pondering the Mingwang Technique, Ku Sang was also diligently cultivating in a nearby pavilion.

His body was filled with spiritual energy, and before long, a spiritual pressure belonging to the eighth level of Qi Refining suddenly erupted.

Although the commotion wasn't particularly loud, it didn't escape the notice of the other cultivators living in the same building.

A short while later, Qingwen and the others knocked on the door of Kusang's bedroom.

Everyone looked at the young monk who had just broken through and was still unable to completely suppress the fluctuations of his spiritual power, their eyes filled with envy and disbelief.

"Kusang, you've broken through?" Hu Pinggu asked, her eyes wide, though she already knew the answer.

"Amitabha."

Ku Sang chanted a Buddhist prayer with one palm and nodded with a simple smile.

Wu Jiu stroked his chin, circling the bitter mulberry tree to examine it. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!"

"You rascal! No wonder you were all smiles after setting up your stall today. Turns out you got some good stuff!"

As he spoke, he put his arm around Ku Sang's shoulder and asked with a wink, "Tell me, is it a magic pill?"

Logically speaking, such personal matters should not be inquired about casually, but Wu Jiu felt that since everyone was already friends, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

The instant Wu Jiuzhi finished speaking, Qingwen stepped forward and pulled him away, frowning and scolding:

"Nine Fingers, stop fooling around. You know what Master Ku Sang brought. What kind of elixir can you exchange those blank talismans and Heavenly Heart Futons for?"

Despite being reprimanded by Qingwen, Wu Jiuzhi wasn't angry; he just chuckled and tried to smooth things over.

"Just curious. I'm just curious."

In fact, he wasn't the only one curious. Hu Pinggu and her husband, the Hei brothers, and even Qingwen himself were all very interested in the reason for Kusang's breakthrough.

This small, hastily formed group kept their individual survival methods very secret, but they were all very clear about each other's cultivation levels.

Before today, Ku Sang was just a little short of the seventh level of perfection. Now that he has been able to break through so quickly, they really can't think of anything else but elixirs.

This thought inevitably stirred a hint of jealousy in everyone.

They couldn't understand why anyone would be willing to trade such a powerful elixir at this crucial time.

That's incredibly wasteful.

And then there's the bitter mulberry tree; it's true what they say, you can't judge a book by its cover, it actually hides some good stuff that can be exchanged for elixirs.

Sigh, why can't I ever have such good things happen to me?

Everyone had different thoughts.

Although Ku Sang knew the truth couldn't be hidden, it concerned the elixir, and he dared not gamble with people's hearts, so he could only smile awkwardly and remain silent.

Qingwen and the others didn't want to press for answers, so after a brief, awkward conversation, they took their leave one after another.

Back in the bedroom, Qingwen sat down in a chair with an air of authority. His eyes flickered, and a hint of ferocity occasionally flashed in his eyes. It was unclear what he was thinking.

……

Time flies, and several more days have passed. The Tainan Small Meeting has finally come to an end.

On the last day, the flow of people in the market reached its peak, with the square packed with people and the number of vendors increasing several times over compared to previous days.

Everyone was seizing the last opportunity, and some cultivators who had not yet traded for their desired items even started shouting loudly.

"Mid-tier magic weapon, Cold Light Sword, brand new and undamaged, trading for a basic high-tier attack talisman. Talisman only, get it quickly, price negotiable!"

"The Core Formation Technique [Sharp Edge Technique] is being sold at a loss in exchange for a high-level defensive magic weapon. Those who do not meet the requirements should not inquire."

"Who has any elixirs to enhance their magical power? I'll pay double the price! Double the price!"

……

The shouts and calls echoed throughout the square, creating a sense of temporal displacement in the face of what resembled a secular market.

However, there are definitely more good things than before.

Fang Qing moved slowly with the flow of people, and for a moment he was overwhelmed by the sights.

However, just as Fang Qing was immersed in his thoughts, a loud shout suddenly rang in his ears, startling him awake.

"A top-grade talisman brush, passed down from our ancestors! Don't miss it!"

Fang Qing frowned and looked in the direction of the sound.

They discovered that the person shouting was an extremely burly man, who was at least nine feet tall and stood in the crowd like a pillar.

Moreover, this person has an extremely loud voice, and many passersby have been disturbed or frightened by his shouts.

These people initially glared at each other, but their anger quickly subsided.

This was because a young girl was standing in front of the burly man.

The girl looked to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, with fair skin, a round face, and a petite figure. Standing next to the burly man, her head only reached his chest.

At this moment, the girl blushed, lowered her head, hid her hands behind her back, and unconsciously scribbled on the ground with her small toes in coordination with the twisting of her body.

If it weren't for the bluestone slabs under her feet, she probably would have carved out a house by now.

This humorous and amusing scene made passersby smile involuntarily.

When Fang Qing saw the pair, his gaze paused slightly, then he walked over to the burly man's stall with a smile and stopped.

There weren't many items on the stall: a few books, several small gray cloth bags, and an open wooden box.

At the bottom of the wooden box was folded brocade, and on top of it was a golden calligraphy brush that emitted a faint yellow light.

Judging from this appearance, it's clear that the talisman brush is of a high grade.

But most passersby just glanced at it and weren't very interested.

The reason for this was that there was a cardboard sign next to the wooden box that read "Traditional Brush for Elixir"!

With the Ascension Ceremony approaching, everyone is eager to make another breakthrough in their cultivation, and no one is willing to take out such scarce items as elixirs.

Except for Old Devil Han!

Of course, now that Fang Qing has intervened, Old Demon Han will no longer easily take out the Yellow Dragon Pill and Golden Marrow Pill.

It's one thing if these two kinds of pills fall into the hands of low-level cultivators, but if they are seen by high-level cultivators or alchemists, they will definitely be able to find the flaws in them.

After all, no fool in the cultivation world would waste a hundred-year-old spiritual herb like that.

The Yellow Dragon Pill and the Golden Marrow Pill are ultimately just holy medicines in the secular world. The reason why the pills Han Li concocts are effective for cultivators is because the spiritual herbs are old enough.

However, if cultivators truly possessed such precious spiritual herbs, why would they foolishly refine worldly elixirs?

As his thoughts raced, Fang Qing looked down at the talisman brush.

As he expected, the penholder was engraved with the two characters "Jin Zhu".

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this pair should be Han Yunzhi and her brother."

"Speaking of which, the old demon, influenced by me, is now focused on pursuing the path of alchemy, so he shouldn't be drawing talismans haphazardly anymore."

"Without the old demon's elixir, Brother Han Yunzhi's cultivation level will likely be unable to break through. With his current strength at the ninth level of Qi Refining, it's probably doubtful he'll pass the Ascension Tournament."

"In that case, will the brother and sister still be able to enter the Spirit Beast Mountain?"

Fang Qing raised his head and subtly observed the brother and sister, feeling a sense of curiosity about their future.