This Dao Ancestor is too young.

During his escape from famine years, Zhang Yuanzhu had also witnessed the horrors of epidemics, where infection inevitably led to mass deaths.

Unexpectedly, they met again in Jiao Yuan City.

Moreover, this does not appear to be an ordinary epidemic.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep and mysterious. He stretched out his hand, and a faint blue light shone from his fingertips, covering his five fingers.

Then, he reached out to the nearest disaster victim, his palm touching the victim the instant.

Sizzle~

The chirping of insects filled the air, and countless black dots emerged from the bodies of the disaster victims, tearing at the light.

"This is a man-made disaster!"

The boy withdrew his hand, his eyes cold as he stared at the insect that was still tearing at his fingertips.

These people are already in such a miserable state, why keep pushing them to the brink of death?

Suddenly, the five fingers clenched together, and all the insects were obliterated.

Looking down, I carefully examined the alleyway. What was flowing on the ground was not pus, but clearly unhatched insect eggs.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the several disaster victims enduring their suffering and whispered:

"I am too weak to save you, but I can end your suffering."

His words were soft and gentle, like a spring breeze brushing past everyone and reaching their ears.

In an instant, the wailing stopped.

The boy knew they had made a choice, and he raised his hand, a stream of water appearing from his palm.

In the blink of an eye, the water flowed down, dripping and covering the insect eggs, enveloping the insects, caressing the corpses, and filling the alley.

Unaware of how much time had passed, until there were no more living beings in the alley, Zhang Yuanzhu finally emerged from the alley and continued deeper into the city.

Finally, he stopped in front of a six-story attic building.

The attic was blue-green, with exquisitely carved patterns on the walls, and the two characters "Qingyun" (Azure Clouds) were clearly visible on the plaque above the door, exuding a sense of luxury and solemnity.

The gates were wide open, and a constant stream of people came and went, each dressed in fine clothes, exuding an extraordinary aura, clearly wealthy and noble.

The Qingyun Chamber of Commerce has influence throughout the Yuan and Qian kingdoms. Its true strength is no weaker than the middle-level lineage of the Immortal Soldier Valley, and it is one of the adversaries in the future memories.

But for Zhang Yuanzhu at this moment, it is also the most likely force to obtain Qi Refining Scriptures.

The boy stood in front of the door, looking around the interior of the attic.

"This guest, are you stopping at the door without going in because you're worried the Chamber of Commerce might plot against you?"

A female voice fell from above.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked up and a girl wearing a blue fur robe came into view.

The young girl stood by the window, looking quite young. She was graceful and slender with a curvaceous figure. Her long, black hair flowed freely, and her fair forehead shone with a wise light. Her eyes were clear and cold, and her red lips were slightly pursed.

She lowered her head slightly, looking down.

At this moment, their gazes met in mid-air.

One's eyes are deep and profound, like a still spring; the other's gaze is ethereal, like ever-changing clouds and mist.

"No need to worry, the Shang family is nothing compared to the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce."

His voice was calm and even, without the slightest ripple, yet it was still convincing.

Zhang Yuanzhu cupped his hands in greeting, climbed the steps, and entered the pavilion.

A maid immediately approached, smiling sweetly, and pointed to the surrounding counters:

"The Qingyun Chamber of Commerce has everything; what do our guests need?"

"You claim to have everything? What an arrogant statement!"

The boy whispered to himself.

However, given the power of the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce, it truly has everything a cultivator in a small city like Jiaoyuan City could want.

As Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward and examined the various spiritual items on the counter, he responded:

"Sell some things, and while you're at it, buy a Qigong manual."

"Please follow me, guest."

Upon hearing this, the maid's smile became even sweeter, and she led the boy into the side hall.

The hall was luxurious, with mahogany tables and chairs placed in the center of the side hall, carved with exquisite patterns.

After the maid led Zhang Yuanzhu to a seat, she poured him a cup of tea.

"Please wait a moment, guest."

"it is good."

The boy nodded, and the maidservant slowly withdrew.

For a moment, only Zhang Yuanzhu remained in the side hall.

He stretched out his hand, toying with the teacup, lost in thought about what he had seen and heard that day.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed.

dong dong~

A knock sounded at the door, and Zhang Yuanzhu put down his teacup:

"Enter!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the door to the side hall opened, and a young girl wearing a blue fur robe walked gracefully in.

She sat gracefully opposite the young man, extending her slender hand to pour herself a cup of tea.

"I am Jiang Chuyu, the manager of the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce in the city. Fellow Daoist, you may bring out the items you wish to sell."

Zhang Yuanzhu sized up the woman.

The other party possessed an extraordinary aura, and the natural power emanating from him was even stronger than that of the Shang family head.

Most importantly, it is full of vitality and vigor.

This is definitely a young girl, not an old man in disguise.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu flicked his sleeves.

Two streaks of light flew out from his bosom, drifted down onto the table, and transformed into a dusty gray storage bag and a jade folding fan.

"A low-grade storage bag and a low-quality jade folding fan, I wonder what their value is?"

The storage bag given to him by Ye Jinxian was enough, and the same was true for the magic weapon, the Jade Folding Fan; the Black Blood Shield was sufficient.

Jiang Chuyu took a sip of tea, her gaze sweeping over the two objects, her red lips curving into a smile:

"Fellow Daoist has brought the Shang family's spiritual items to sell, and in the entire Jiao Yuan City, only my Qingyun Chamber of Commerce is willing to accept them."

"The storage bag costs eight low-grade spirit stones, and the jade folding fan costs thirty-two low-grade spirit stones. I wonder if the customer is satisfied with these prices?"

"Can!"

Zhang Yuanzhu gently tapped his forehead.

He had just seen the prices of the religious artifacts and storage bags on the counter, and they were only slightly higher than the girl's quote.

As the words drifted by, the jade bracelet on the woman's wrist shimmered, and neat rows of spirit stones appeared before the young man.

The storage bag and jade folding fan on the table had also disappeared.

"A total of forty spirit stones, please count them, guest."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu counted the items one by one, and only after confirming that everything was correct did he slowly speak.

"Besides selling spiritual items, I also need a qi cultivation technique?"

Jiang Chuyu remained calm and asked directly:

"The Qingyun Chamber of Commerce naturally has Qi cultivation scriptures. I wonder if the guest has any specific requirements regarding Qi cultivation methods?"

"It's best to cultivate water-attribute scriptures directly to the peak of Qi Refining."

slap~

The girl put down her teacup, stared intently at the boy in the cotton coat, and parted her red lips slightly:

"Fellow Daoist, are you certain you will cultivate water-attribute techniques, and not fire-attribute scriptures?"

In an instant, ripples appeared deep in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes. The Dao Ancestor cultivated fire-attribute scriptures during his Qi Refining Realm cultivation.

What did the woman mean by that?

He forcibly suppressed the emotions rising within him:

"The Qi Gathering Realm is a water-attribute cultivation technique. The Qi Refining Realm will not change the attribute of the scriptures. Not everyone has the talent of the Dao Ancestor."

Jiang Chuyu picked up the teapot and poured another cup of tea. She held out her hand, toying with the teacup, and sighed softly.

"Yes, the fundamental method of cultivating one attribute per realm is such an amazing talent, beyond imagination, and cannot be imitated by ordinary people."

A hint of mockery flashed in her eyes:

"Ever since that memory, which seemed to be from the future, descended, many outstanding individuals and geniuses have wanted to follow the path taken by the Dao Ancestor, to comprehend Yin and Yang through ice and fire, and then to create all things."

"Who do they think they are, the Great Ancestors?"

The girl looked at Zhang Yuanzhu with admiration in her eyes and whispered:

"But you, sir, are quite clear-headed."