What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"Master Chen, Master Li, you two should get some rest."

"If you'd like to stroll around Fengtian City tomorrow morning, just ask, and I'll have one of my underlings show you the way."

Wang Daya hunched his shoulders and waved to us through the wind and snow.

I nodded to him and pulled Li Qing into the hotel lobby.

The hotel's environment was so-so, but it was clean.

Wang Daya booked us a suite. After entering the room, Li Qing first threw his large hiking backpack onto the bed, lay down on it in a starfish position, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Old Chen, my eyelids keep twitching."

Li Qing stared at the ceiling, his tone somewhat grave.

"Just now in the ice cellar, although you dispersed the yin energy on the corpse, the earth vein energy in Fengtian City is not right."

It's too chaotic; the aura of various mediums is everywhere—it's like a complete hodgepodge.

I walked to the window and drew back the curtains.

Outside is the night view of the old city of Fengtian, with snowflakes dancing wildly under the streetlights.

"Chaos is normal."

I turned around and poured myself a glass of warm water.

"Jin Wanliang said that the once-a-decade All Spirits Assembly brings together all those shamans and practitioners of unorthodox methods from the north."

Our most urgent task right now is to distinguish between primary and secondary priorities.

Wang Daya said that the meteorite iron is in the hands of that individual seller, which will be auctioned the day after tomorrow, while the Xirang (a type of mineral) is in the hands of the Liu family.

"We can hold off on the matter of the Breath of Earth for now, but as for the meteorite iron, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Li Qing sat up, her expression serious: "You're right."

Without meteorite iron, my apricot-yellow flagpole can't be repaired once it breaks, and the earth's energy can't be channeled in. Even if I obtain the Breath Soil, I can't restore the spirituality of the magic weapon.

But Lao Chen, Wang Daya said it was an individual seller, and since it was an individual, the seller probably didn't want cash.

I nodded and sat down in the chair opposite him.

"That's what I think too. People who can produce something like Star Fiend Meteorite Iron are mostly from within the industry."

Those who can bring out such treasures don't lack numbers in their bank accounts; they lack treasures that can save their lives or enhance their cultivation.

I looked down at my palm.

"Let's take stock of our chips."

I have cash, but I doubt the other party would be interested.

Regarding magical artifacts, besides the bone needles and willow-leaf dagger that are immobile, I also have a soul-stabilizing bead. What about you?

Li Qing, with a bitter face, took out several porcelain bottles from his bag: "I have three dust-avoiding pills here. They were made by my master. They can prevent corpse poison and miasma."

There's also an Earth Dragon Turnaround Talisman, which is a life-saving trump card, but I'd be willing to give it up if I really had to.

However... these things might not be able to hold their own in Fengtian.

The rest... are my tools for making a living.

I pondered for a moment.

"We still need to go find Wang Daya tomorrow. Since he's the guide, he must know the seller's background."

We need to figure out whether that person is lacking elixirs, magical artifacts, or has encountered some intractable evil.

If we can exchange our skills for it, that would be most beneficial for us.

Li Qingshen agreed: "Yes, what you showed off in the ice cellar just now probably shocked Wang Daya quite a bit. Let's try to get some information out of him tomorrow."

I didn't sleep well that night.

The cold of Fengtian seemed to penetrate through the walls and seep into one's bones.

In my half-dreaming, half-awake state, I always felt a cool sensation pulsating slightly between my brows, as if reminding me that many restless souls were lurking in the shadows of this old town.

The next morning, after a quick wash, Li Qing and I ate two steaming baskets of sauerkraut buns at the hotel entrance.

The tangy smell instantly warmed me up.

When I walked back to Daya Antique Shop, Wang Daya was sweeping the snow in front of the door with a bamboo broom.

Seeing us approach, he quickly stopped what he was doing and ushered us into the house.

"Oh my, you two gentlemen are up so early! Did you sleep well last night?" Wang Daya exhaled white breath and smiled obsequiously.

After I sat down inside, I didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to the point.

"Boss Wang, let's get this straight. Who exactly is the seller of that Star Fiend Meteorite Iron?"

Did he put the items up for auction to make money, or to acquire the goods themselves?

When Wang Daya saw that I asked directly, he stopped trying to be evasive.

He closed the shop door, lowered his voice, and sat down opposite us.

"Master Chen is indeed a discerning man. This seller's surname is Guan, and his nickname is 'Blind Guan'."

His ancestors were said to have made weapons for the Qing government, and they did indeed pass down a lot of good materials.

This piece of Star Fiend Meteorite Iron was his most treasured possession.

He didn't take it out this time for the money.

"What was it for?" Li Qing asked anxiously.

"For his granddaughter."

Wang Daya sighed.

"The blind man's granddaughter has contracted a strange illness."

While it's called an illness, everyone in the industry knows it's actually caused by a stroke.

Moreover, it wasn't an ordinary wild immortal that it encountered, but a black wind deep in the Changbai Mountains.

Guan the Blind consulted all the shamans in Fengtian, and even an elder from the Liu family came to see him, but they all said they couldn't cure him.

It is said that the girl's soul was blown away by the black wind, and it needs a powerful soul-restoring treasure, or someone with profound skills, to forcibly sew it back together.

Upon hearing the words "sew it back up," my eyes narrowed slightly.

"What treasure, so potent in replenishing the soul, has he set his sights on?"

I pressed for more information.

"He specifically asked for a thousand-year-old ginseng treasure or a soul-replenishing pill."

Wang Daya looked at me and continued, "These two things are priceless."

Ginseng treasures can only be found occasionally deep in the Changbai Mountains, and the Soul-Replenishing Pill is a product from a hundred years ago. The method of refining it has long been lost, making it extremely rare and hard to come by!

That's why he brought out the meteorite iron, hoping to see if anyone else could produce such items at the auction.

After hearing what Wang Daya said, I frowned deeply.

One of these two items requires a chance to find deep in the Changbai Mountains, and the other is something I've never even heard of.

If we turn back to look for those two items, the auction two days from now will have already passed, and we'll miss out on this meteorite.

"Mr. Wang, besides these two treasures, is there anyone who can directly cure his granddaughter?"

I stared at Wang Daya.

Wang Daya was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Master Chen, it's not that I underestimate you, but your skill in stabilizing corpses is indeed impressive."

But the girl's situation was different; the black wind had seeped into her bones, causing her soul to scatter.

With so many shamanic disciples in Fengtian City, who dares to say they can piece a scattered soul back together?

That's competing with the underworld officials for business; it's punishable by heaven.

I don't know if others can do it, but I can give it a try.

My tone remained gentle, yet it conveyed a sense of firmness.

Wang Daya stared at me for a long time, seemingly weighing his options.

"If you are really confident, then you might be able to intercept this meteorite iron ahead of time."

Guan the Blind Man was located in Guanjiatun, on the northern outskirts of Fengtian.

"If you'd like, I can take you both there this afternoon."