Mortal: I have a gathering technique

Yuanwu Kingdom, Jinma City.

This was originally a small town, but because it was located on a key border route, many merchants stopped here to rest, resulting in a large population.

Fang Qing spent more than half a month traveling from the Taiyue Mountains to this place. Now that he had entered the city gate, he looked around and walked toward a young vendor who was setting up a stall.

"Young man, may I ask you something?" Fang Qing cupped his hands in greeting and asked in a friendly manner.

Seeing that Fang Qing was dressed like a chivalrous knight-errant, the vendor dared not be negligent and responded warmly:

"Please speak, sir."

"I've heard that there's a teahouse in Jinma City that serves exceptionally delicious tea. Is that true?" Fang Qing asked.

The reason he traveled all the way to Jinma City was to find Qi Yunxiao and Xin Ruyin.

However, he only remembered that Qi Yunxiao opened a teahouse in Jinma City, but he couldn't quite recall the name of the teahouse.

But a teahouse run by a monk is bound to be different from others.

As Fang Qing had predicted, the young vendor immediately laughed upon hearing the word "teahouse":

"You mean Qingquan Teahouse, right? There are quite a few teahouses in the area, but if you're talking about which one has the best tea, it has to be Qingquan Teahouse."

Fang Qing clapped his hands and laughed, "This should be the place. How do I get to Qingquan Teahouse?"

"It's simple, sir. Just walk straight down this street, then turn left at the second intersection..."

As a local, the vendor knew the way perfectly well and enthusiastically pointed Fang Qing in the right direction.

……

Fang Qing did as instructed and soon arrived at Qingquan Teahouse.

This teahouse is really small, with only three small shops. It is not eye-catching from the outside, but the aroma of tea wafts out and fills the entire street.

Even though it was only morning, the teahouse was already filled with groups of tea drinkers. No one was talking; they all had their eyes closed and were enjoying their tea with expressions of pure bliss.

Fang Qing stood at the entrance of the teahouse and, upon seeing this scene, couldn't help but marvel.

The teahouse waiter noticed Fang Qing at this moment. Seeing that the newcomer was dressed in fine clothes and had an extraordinary demeanor, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Are you here for tea, sir? There are no seats available right now, so you'll have to wait a while."

"Waiting is fine."

Fang Qing gave a perfunctory reply, then walked past the waiter toward the counter inside the hall.

Behind the counter stood a man, about thirty years old, with a small mustache on his upper lip and a shrewd look on his face.

What's even rarer is that the other party also has the cultivation level of the third level of Qi Refining.

The person was looking down at the account book when they noticed someone approaching and instinctively looked up.

Upon seeing Fang Qing, his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly put down his work, bowed deeply, and respectfully greeted her:

"My name is Qi Fu. Greetings, senior. May I ask what brings you to my humble shop?"

Upon hearing that the man's surname was Qi, Fang Qing knew he had come to the right place and immediately said:

"I've heard that your master is a renowned weapon-refining master in the area. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Fu's face flashed with a look of sudden realization, and then he said humbly:

"My master is indeed knowledgeable in some weapon-refining techniques, but he dares not claim to be a master."

Fang Qing smiled and said in a tone that brooked no refusal:

"Any weapon refiner will do. I have a job I'd like to ask your master for help with. Go and contact your master now, I'll wait for him here."

Although Qi Fu couldn't discern Fang Qing's exact cultivation level, he could roughly guess that it was at the late stage of Qi Refining. Faced with such a "master," he dared not refuse and could only agree.

"In that case, please wait a moment, senior. I will go and inform my young master."

After saying that, he quickly waved to the waiter, whispered a few instructions, and hurried out.

Seeing this, Fang Qing nodded in satisfaction.

However, as Qi Fu passed by, he subtly flicked his fingers, sprinkling a tiny, almost invisible powder onto the other man's clothes.

Although Qi Fu agreed readily, Fang Qing still used tracking methods on the other party just in case.

After Qi Fu left, the teahouse staff stopped serving customers. Once the last customer left, they quickly and efficiently closed the door.

About half an hour later, Qi Fu returned to the teahouse with a boy who was about the same age as Fang Qing.

"Is this Qi Yunxiao?"

Fang Qing looked at the boy with a look of surprise in his eyes. The boy not only had an ordinary appearance, but was also short and fat, which was completely different from the image he had imagined.

As for his cultivation level, he is at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Don't think it's too low; after all, the other party is only in his teens or twenties. Most importantly, this guy studies weapon crafting techniques in addition to his cultivation.

To have achieved so much at this age, one can already call him a genius!

Just as Fang Qing was marveling at Qi Yunxiao's appearance, the latter had already walked up to him and greeted him with a smile:

"My name is Qi Yunxiao, greetings, fellow Daoist."

Looking at Qi Yunxiao's unguarded, innocent, and chubby smiling face, Fang Qing raised an eyebrow and smiled silently.

The next moment, to Qi Yunxiao's astonishment, a black rope shot out from Fang Qing's waist and headed straight for him.

"you!"

Qi Yunxiao was greatly surprised.

However, Fang Qing's move came without warning, catching Qi Yunxiao off guard and directly trapping him with the black rope.

Qi Fu stood behind Qi Yunxiao, belatedly realizing that something was wrong. By the time he realized something was wrong, his vision was filled with a yellow object, and then he lost consciousness.

That yellow object was none other than a divine-sealing talisman, capable of sealing a cultivator's five senses and divine consciousness.

After successfully trapping Qi Yunxiao, Fang Qing immediately flashed to Qi Fu's side and used a divine-sealing talisman to seal his primordial spirit.

At the same time, another beam of light shot out, knocking unconscious the guy standing by the wall.

After doing all this, Fang Qing turned around and walked up to Qi Yunxiao, smiling as she looked him over.

To be honest, this move went so smoothly that he almost felt a little reluctant to make it happen.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Qi Yunxiao looked at Fang Qing in horror, his face pale.

"Don't worry, I'm just borrowing something from you, I won't kill you."

Fang Qing smiled and offered a word of comfort.

There was no other way; the gathering technique was of utmost importance, and to maintain secrecy, he had no choice but to subdue Qi Yunxiao.

After saying that, Fang Qing took out another God-Suppressing Talisman and slapped it on Qi Yunxiao's forehead with a snap.

With his primordial spirit sealed, Qi Yunxiao's eyelids drooped, and he became like a body without a soul, devoid of any feeling.

Seeing this, Fang Qing immediately used his gathering technique to collect Qi Yunxiao's memories and then quickly browsed through them.

Because of his obsession with weapon crafting, most of Qi Yunxiao's memories are related to weapon crafting.

Fang Qing flipped through the pages to six months ago and finally saw Xin Ruyin's image.

The two of them only met six months ago.

Xin Ruyin is passionate about tea making. During a tea-picking experience, she accidentally met Qi Yunxiao.

Qi Yunxiao fell in love with Xin Ruyin at first sight.

In his pursuit of Xin Ruyin, he has frequently visited her residence over the past six months.

Nowadays, the two can barely be considered friends.

One of Fang Qing's purposes in collecting Qi Yunxiao's memories was to find out Xin Ruyin's address.

This goal has now been achieved.