On the path to immortality, I can see destiny.

Zhao Fan was quite satisfied with just the invisibility ability; as for the defensive capabilities, he could accept them even if they were only average.

However, Zhao Fan still gave it a try.

As spiritual energy was injected, the mirror flashed with light again. The light flowed like water, transforming into a thin veil that enveloped Zhao Fan. It appeared to have exceptionally poor defense, as if it could be easily broken with a finger.

Then, Zhao Fan looked at the black-clad man and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist, may I borrow your sword?"

Seeing the black-clad man nod, Zhao Fan once again controlled his flying sword and stabbed at the thin veil.

However, Zhao Fan did not expect that this seemingly very thin defense would be so tough. His flying sword pierced an inch, but was then wrapped up by the thin gauze and could not go any further.

As Zhao Fan increased his spiritual power, the force of his piercing became stronger and stronger, but he still could not pierce through the thin layer of gauze.

Even after Zhao Fan unleashed his full spiritual power, he still couldn't pierce through this thin veil.

This defensive capability was beyond Zhao Fan's expectations.

"This is not an ordinary defensive barrier; it releases a spiritual veil that has both defensive and binding effects."

The burly man then began to explain.

"However, there is one thing you should be aware of, fellow Daoist. The Spirit Veil is only good for defending against one magic weapon, but it is not enough to defend against several magic weapons."

After saying that, the burly man waved his right hand, and two more magical artifacts flew up and slowly flew towards Zhao Fan.

However, this slow and simple attack easily pierced through the light gauze, and was only barely restrained when it was halfway in.

After being restrained from behind, the binding force in front weakened, and the flying sword began to gradually pierce through the light veil in front of it.

Zhao Fan immediately withdrew his strength, stopped flying his sword, and unleashed several more sword lights, which struck the light gauze. They disappeared quickly, like mud oxen sinking into the sea, leaving only a few ripples.

Zhao Fan was extremely satisfied with the result.

Although Zhao Fan didn't use too much spiritual power, the effect it has shown so far is already an excellent magical artifact.

This also made Zhao Fan even more curious about the Suyang Sect.

If someone who had worked as a handyman for a while could come out with such excellent weapon-refining skills, wouldn't they be able to learn even more good things if they became an outer disciple?

Thinking it over in his mind, Zhao Fan asked.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know if there's any opportunity for independent cultivators to join the Suyang Sect?"

The burly man thought for a moment, then looked at Zhao Fan and nodded slightly.

"It's unlikely for other cultivators, but it's not impossible for you, fellow Daoist."

"I see that you have reached the fifth level of cultivation at such a young age, so you must have extraordinary talent. The Suyang Sect holds a disciple recruitment conference for independent cultivators in Nanjun County every four years."

"As long as you reach the late stage of Qi Refining before the age of thirty, you can enter the Suyang Sect as an outer disciple."

"In addition, as long as you are a member of a registered cultivation family in Nanjun of Suyang Sect, you will be given one to five disciple slots according to the strength of your family. I was fortunate enough to follow a young master with extremely high talent back then, which is why I was able to enter Suyang Sect for cultivation."

Hearing this, Zhao Fan felt a surge of joy. He was only eighteen years old and had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining. Reaching the late stage of Qi Refining before the age of thirty would not be difficult.

"Thank you for your answers, fellow Daoist."

Zhao Fan put away his magical artifact and bowed to the black-clad man in thanks.

The dark-skinned man waved his hand and smiled憨厚ly.

"This is not important information. If you want to know, you can ask any cultivator. No need to thank me."

Looking into the black man's sincere eyes, Zhao Fan frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed.

He wasn't sure if he was overthinking it, but he felt that the dark-skinned man's words were a reminder to him.

"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

Without giving it much thought, Zhao Fan clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, then turned and left.

Whether he thinks about it or not, there's nothing he can do about it.

He had very limited knowledge of the cultivation world, and most of the time, people could tell he was a newcomer to the cultivation world just by talking.

Just like Zhu Hao and the old man selling books before, they both saw that he was a newcomer, which is why they were able to deceive him so easily.

Whether this dark-skinned man is genuinely kind or deceiving me, I won't lose anything anyway. Even if it's fake, I can just take it as a story.

I'll ask around with other people when I have the chance.

As for this magical artifact, Zhao Fan felt it was indeed worth fifty spirit stones, so he shouldn't lose money.

Afterwards, Zhao Fan searched around to see if there were any mid-grade first-tier healing pills for sale.

His abdominal wound has not fully healed even after a month.

Although he appeared to have recovered completely, many of his internal injuries had not healed. He took Rejuvenation Pills for a month, but they did not have much effect.

Helpless, he could only look for higher-level healing pills to help him recover from his injuries.

After wandering around for a while, Zhao Fan found that there were very few stalls selling pills.

Even if he did have them, they would mostly be basic first-grade low-level pills, which would be completely useless to him.

Having no other choice, Zhao Fan went to the shop where he had previously inquired about the price of the medicinal herbs.

"Boss, do you sell recipes for mid-grade first-tier pills here?"

When the boss heard Zhao Fan's words, he looked up at Zhao Fan and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Then, he took out a book from his storage bag and began to speak.

"A first-grade low-level pill recipe costs five spirit stones, and a first-grade mid-level pill recipe costs ten spirit stones, excluding cultivation pills, of course."

Zhao Fan was about to ask for a recipe for a healing pill when he suddenly remembered what Su San had said earlier. According to him, the recipe didn't seem to be anything very valuable.

"Never mind, I'll take a mid-grade first-tier healing pill."

The boss was surprised that Zhao Fan gave up so easily, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.

She wondered if she had asked for too much and if he had noticed.

However, since he had already said it, changing it now would only confirm that he had inflated the price, so he simply stopped talking and took out a medicine bottle and placed it in front of Zhao Fan.

"First-grade, mid-level Blood Regeneration Pill, one spirit stone per pill."

Zhao Fan didn't haggle. He first glanced at the pills to make sure there was nothing wrong with them before taking out a spirit stone and placing it on the counter.

Watching Zhao Fan leave, the boss muttered something under his breath.

"I shouldn't have quoted such a high price."

Leaving the stall, Zhao Fan mentally counted the things he still had to do.

Firstly, books about spiritual materials are probably no longer available here. What remains are books about restrictions and spirit beast bags.

Restrictions are one of the various arts of cultivation, and they are a kind of inheritance. Presumably, they cannot be bought here, and he has not seen anyone selling them.

As for spirit beast bags, it seems that after wandering around for so long, there aren't many people selling them.

Zhao Fan couldn't help but sigh. He had thought that the things sold here were diverse, but when he actually needed them, he found that they had nothing at all.

After browsing the market for a while, Zhao Fan bought some other things. This time, Zhao Fan had learned his lesson and bought a variety of low-grade and mid-grade talismans for future use.

Afterwards, he found a secluded place and earnestly began to refine the newly purchased magical artifact.