Primordial Treasure Mirror

One hour later.

The spiritual energy in Su Yang's hand was exhausted, turning into ordinary gray-white stones.

He casually pinched the stone, and it crumbled into powder.

Seeing the stone dust all over the ground, Su Yang couldn't help but gasp in astonishment:

"It only took seven spirit stones to recover 80% of my spiritual power. No wonder so few people in the cultivation world use spirit stones to cultivate. This expense is too high."

"However, it's really good for emergencies; the speed at which it restores spiritual energy is comparable to that within the sect."

Su Yang slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Eighty percent of spiritual power is enough.

He didn't plan to use spirit stones for the remaining 20%; he would just let it recover slowly.

After all, he has no plans to leave this courtyard yet.

No one knows how ruthless those demonic cultivators are, or what they plan to do.

If those demonic cultivators catch up and are searching for him outside, he might be in danger if he goes out.

Su Yang's plan was to stay in this secluded house for the night.

If there is still no movement by tomorrow, then go out and inquire about the situation.

The next day arrived.

Su Yang's spiritual power had fully recovered, and there was no commotion outside.

"It seems that no demonic cultivators have caught up with us."

Su Yang breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing considerably.

He stood up, changed into a more luxurious set of clothes, and adjusted his appearance and physique.

After the adjustment is complete.

He looked like a refined gentleman.

Taking out a folding fan from his storage bag (whose owner it was), Su Yang left the empty house.

It was already close to noon.

The streets of the city have become lively.

Sunlight shines, and the air is filled with the aroma of cooking.

As lunchtime approached, the faint aroma of food wafted across half the street.

Su Yang smelled the aroma of the food and his heart stirred:

"It's been a long time since I've had any earthly food, so now I can finally feast to my heart's content."

After joining the Qingyang Sect.

Although he was just a menial disciple, he no longer needed to eat mortal food.

The food served in the servants' quarters canteen was all semi-spiritual.

Although the ingredients are not spiritual materials, they still grow in an environment full of spiritual energy.

It contains a faint spiritual energy, which can nourish the body when consumed.

of course.

The effect can only be described as negligible.

The taste was also quite ordinary due to the lack of seasoning.

When Su Yang was a mortal, he loved food the most.

After eating the food of the ascetics for several months.

I do miss the food of ordinary people.

Now we've arrived in a mortal city.

His mouth watered.

Su Yang thought for a moment, then stepped into a restaurant that looked quite lively.

There are many customers dining here, so the food must be pretty good.

He didn't choose a private room, but instead randomly picked a seat in the lobby.

When the waiter arrived, Su Yang immediately ordered several of the restaurant's signature dishes and a pot of wine.

The waiter responded and left.

Su Yang then surveyed his surroundings.

The restaurant was bustling with people.

One family came to eat, another person drank alone, several people were drinking together, and two tables of guests even started arguing, while the innkeeper stood by with a forced smile, trying to mediate.

Su Yang didn't find it noisy; on the contrary, he was somewhat lost in thought.

A strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart:

"If I hadn't discovered my spiritual root back then, I probably wouldn't be any different from them."

He immediately suppressed this feeling:

"If I hadn't detected her spiritual root, but Qingyao did, I wouldn't even be able to enter the cultivation world, and naturally I wouldn't have been able to obtain the Primordial Treasure Mirror. At that time, it would truly be impossible for me to be with her anymore."

"I also haven't been able to see the scenery of the cultivation world, I don't have as many experiences as I do now, and I don't have the strength I have today."

Su Yang thought about it carefully:

"I still prefer my current life. I think it's because I'm unwilling to be an ordinary person for the rest of my life."

"I want to become stronger, I want to become an immortal. Even if I die on the path to immortality, it's better than living a mediocre life."

Su Yang felt that his mind had become much clearer.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

He felt that the tender bud at the top of his head seemed to have moved slightly.

But when he tried to feel it more carefully, he found nothing.

Su Yang shook his head, deciding not to think about it anymore.

He has his own path to walk, and ordinary people have their own lives to live; there's no comparison between the two.

Having chosen the path of seeking immortality, he would never regret it, nor would he back down.

The food was served quickly.

The braised pork belly was glistening with oil, had a rich, dark sauce, and was steaming hot.

The stir-fried greens were bright green and crisp, and the ingredients looked extremely fresh, as if they had just come out of the pan.

The remaining dishes were also unique and tempting to look at.

Su Yang picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. The aroma of the oil exploded on his tongue, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"This is a pleasure I haven't had in a long time."

He suddenly understood why many cultivators, despite having already abstained from grains, still enjoyed eating delicious food.

This tastes absolutely amazing.

Even though mortal food contains many more impurities than semi-spiritual food within the sect, eating it occasionally is not a problem.

Su Yang ate while listening to the discussions around him.

From these people's discussions, Su Yang learned some good news.

"Have you heard? It seems like there was a ghost in the north of the city yesterday. Everyone said they saw a dark shadow floating in the air, which scared them quite a bit."

"Heh, what ghost story? It's probably just some thief from the martial arts world stealing something, and someone caught him and he's playing tricks. Besides, even if there are ghosts, aren't there the immortal masters from the city lord's mansion?"

"That's true. With the immortal masters of Qingyun Sect in charge, even if there really are ghosts, they will be dealt with sooner or later."

......

There used to be cultivators from the Qingyun Sect stationed in this city.

"That makes sense. After all, it's under the jurisdiction of the Qingyun Sect, and it's a border city. Given the current situation, how could there be no one in charge?"

Su Yang felt incredibly stupid yesterday, as he hadn't even thought of this.

If I had known, I would have gone directly to the city lord's mansion, explained the situation, and maybe even found out some information about Li Yunxiu and the others.

"But it's not too late now. We'll be going to the City Lord's Mansion soon. I wonder if the City Lord is an inner disciple, an outer disciple, or a deacon at the peak of Qi Refining?"

"It's unlikely that the steward will come. This city is too small. At most, they can send a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator to oversee it."

As Su Yang pondered this, he got up to pay the bill.

He casually reached into his pocket, actually taking out silver from his storage bag.

Since all the silver was contributed by the people he killed, and those people he killed were all cultivators, there was no loose silver in the storage bag.

Su Yang was too lazy to exchange it, since silver was useless to him, so he simply took out a whole ingot of silver and placed it on the counter:

"Keep the change, please."

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

The shopkeeper's eyes widened at the sight of the silver on the counter, then he realized what was happening and bowed repeatedly in thanks.

"Thank you, sir. Please take care!"

Su Yang had already left the restaurant.

He stood outside the restaurant, trying to figure out the direction to the city lord's mansion.

Suddenly, I noticed some movement behind me.

Several burly men with fierce faces were watching him with ill intent from behind.