Wild Dogs

After the Swiftness Talisman was enhanced using the small cauldron, its speed increased significantly compared to before.

However, Yang Fan was not entirely satisfied with the Swiftness Talisman.

"If I could get a flying sword, it would be much more convenient to go out in the future."

"I'll go to the market later and see if I can get a second-hand flying sword. I can upgrade it with a small cauldron and it'll still be usable."

With the speed-traveling talisman, Yang Fan covered a distance of over two hundred miles and arrived near the valley in about an hour.

Just like what the senior brothers from Sword Forging Valley said, the valley ahead was indeed shrouded in thick fog.

After stopping near the valley, Yang Fan did not rush into the thick fog.

Since this place is shrouded in thick fog, there might be something else going on inside.

Before figuring things out, Yang Fan wasn't going to take any risks. He hid to the side and wanted to see how the others got in.

This is a market town after all; there should be a lot of people coming and going every day.

Yang Fan guessed correctly. Not long after he hid in the shadows, two bright lights flew in from a distance.

Yang Fan looked closely and saw that they were also two Qi Refining stage disciples from Sword Forging Valley.

It seems that after the weapons were forged, almost all the disciples in Sword Forging Valley came out to relax.

The two men dismounted from their flying swords, walked to the front of the thick fog, waved their hands, and immediately a passage appeared in front of them.

Then, the two immediately went inside through the passage.

"It's that simple? Just a wave of the hand?"

After the two went inside, Yang Fan walked to the thick fog with some doubt and tried waving his hand as well.

But the thick fog ahead remained unchanged.

"Was my posture wrong?"

Yang Fan tried several positions in one go, but to no avail. The thick fog ahead remained, and no passage appeared.

Just as Yang Fan was about to continue trying, a sense of alarm suddenly arose in his mind, and he hurriedly looked behind him.

He didn't know when, but a young man had appeared not far from him.

"Is this your first time visiting the market?"

Seeing Yang Fan looking over, the young man smiled and nodded at him, appearing very gentle.

However, because this person appeared like a ghost not far from him, Yang Fan instinctively became wary.

He mumbled a couple of sentences.

Seeing this, the man didn't take it seriously, walked in front of Yang Fan, and then waved.

A moment later, a surge of spiritual energy flowed from his palm.

Upon sensing the spiritual energy, the thick fog immediately dissipated, revealing a passage.

"These dense fogs are only set up to prevent mortals from getting close. They will dissipate on their own as long as you use spiritual energy."

"Friend, please!"

The man smiled and bowed to Yang Fan, who quickly shook his head.

"This is the passage you opened, how can I go first? Please go first."

What a joke! He doesn't even know if this person is friend or foe, how dare he walk in front?

Seeing that Yang Fan didn't want to walk in front, the man smiled and nodded.

"Then I shall accept your offer."

As he spoke, the man walked ahead.

Fearing the passage might suddenly close, Yang Fan hurriedly followed.

"I wonder who your master is? Why didn't you come with your sect?"

The person in front of him asked Yang Fan questions as if they were just having a casual chat.

"Oh, I originally came with a few senior brothers, but they thought I was flying too slowly, so they went in first. I joined them after I went in."

"so......."

The person in front seemed to be pondering something and stopped speaking.

After a while, the two had reached the end of the passage.

At this point, Yang Fan could already hear the vendors hawking their wares in the passageway.

After a while, the two walked out of the passage.

The thick fog ahead had now dissipated, and a huge valley lay not far ahead.

The valley is surrounded by all kinds of flowers and plants, and looks very vibrant.

In the center of the valley, there is a large area of ​​pavilions and towers, which looks like a small town.

At this moment, many cultivators were flying around these pavilions and towers, making it look very prosperous.

"This is my first time visiting, my friend Liaofan. Would you like a guide?"

"I am quite familiar with this place; perhaps I could introduce it to my friend?"

The young man named Liao Fan stared at Yang Fan with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan smiled and shook his head.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Senior Brother Liaofan, but I have already arranged to meet my sect at Huanxi Tower, so I won't trouble you any further."

"Oh, Huanxilou..."

Upon hearing the name Huanxilou, Liaofan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, but he quickly managed a forced smile.

"Then I won't bother you any longer."

After saying that, Liao Fan quickly flew towards the valley on his sword.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief after the young man flew away.

Clearly, Liao Fan did not believe that Yang Fan had really come here with his sect.

Fortunately, Yang Fan mentioned Huanxi Tower, which made Liao Fan believe him somewhat.

After all, without a sect, who would know about Huanxi Tower on their first visit here?

Since he's not a rogue cultivator, he'll be difficult to deal with.

"Phew, finally rid of this troublesome person. But I wonder which sect he belongs to?"

It's likely that not only disciples of Qingyun Temple could come to this market, but also people from other sects.

Now that the person had left, Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully put the items he wanted to sell from the small cauldron into his storage bag.

Previously, Yang Fan had not put anything in his storage bag for fear of being searched.

After packing the medicinal herbs he wanted to sell, the magic sword, and the spirit stones into the valley, Yang Fan excitedly headed towards the valley.

At the entrance to the valley is a main road paved with bluestone.

By this time, there were already quite a few stalls on both sides of the road.

The people at these stalls are just like ordinary vendors outside, enthusiastically hawking their wares.

Don't miss it if you're passing by.

"The newly refined hemostatic pill costs only one low-grade spirit stone per pill."

"Low-grade Explosion Talismans on clearance sale! Two spirit stones each!"

"Fresh demonic beast essence blood, ten spirit stones per bottle. After use, you'll be as vigorous as ever, and your Daoist partner will scream with delight..."

Although the man was hawking his wares, many male cultivators walked past without even glancing at him, as if they had no use for these items at all.

"Spirit beast essence blood?"

Yang Fan immediately moved closer out of curiosity.

"Go away, go away, you're so young, don't cause trouble."

The stall owner chased Yang Fan away.

Yang Fan wasn't angry. He nodded with a grin and then went to the stall next to him.

"Young man, would you like some hemostatic pills? With hemostatic pills, fighting with others will be much easier."

As he spoke, the man cut his own hand in front of Yang Fan, then took out a pill and applied it to the wound.

In just a dozen breaths, the wound healed incredibly quickly.

"nice one!"

Yang Fan's eyes lit up, but he shook his head when he thought that it would cost one spirit stone to buy one.

The small cauldron can heal injuries; there's no need to buy this thing.

Yang Fan glanced at the talisman vendor next to him and went over.

"Explosion Talisman? How powerful is this talisman?"

Yang Fan picked up the talisman with curiosity and examined it carefully.

"Of course it works!"

As he spoke, the man picked up an explosive talisman and threw it into the distance.

"boom!"

Instantly, the talisman exploded, and a fireball appeared in front of it.

The power startled Yang Fan, who looked at the talisman with envy.

This is a good thing; it might come in handy when dealing with Old Daoist Beiming.

"Give me two!"

Yang Fan spent four spirit stones to buy two low-grade explosive talismans.

When we get back, we'll put this explosive talisman into the small cauldron; its power will become even stronger.

After buying the talismans, Yang Fan continued walking forward.

There were quite a few stalls along the way, many of which specialized in selling medicinal herbs.

When they arrived at these stalls, Yang Fan would specifically go up and inquire about the prices of the items sold there.

That way, you'll have a better idea of ​​what to expect when it's time to sell your medicinal herbs.

After some investigation, he found that most of the medicinal herbs in this area that were a hundred years old could be sold for ten low-grade spirit stones.

For herbs that are a thousand years old, it depends on how rare the herbs themselves are.

If it's an extremely rare medicinal herb, it can be bought for hundreds of low-grade spirit stones.

However, if it is just ordinary medicinal herbs, even if they are thousands of years old, they will only cost fifty spirit stones.

Although fifty spirit stones is not a lot.

However, it was already a huge sum of money for Yang Fan.

He only earned eleven spirit stones in ten days in Sword Forging Valley. If only he could exchange these medicinal herbs for something better.

After walking and stopping frequently, Yang Fan had arrived at a bustling part of the valley.

Upon arriving here, he could see that many cultivators were wearing masks, clearly not wanting to reveal their true appearance.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Fan followed suit and bought a mask and a robe.

Finding a corner, Yang Fan changed his mask and clothes and re-entered the market.

"These stalls all sell medicinal herbs, they won't accept my herbs. I'd better go further inside and take a look."

At the end of these stalls, you can see many tall buildings, so there must be a place there where medicinal herbs can be traded.

"Wandan Pavilion? No, that sounds like a doomed pavilion."

"Yingfeng Pavilion? Why are there so many women outside?"

After only a couple of glances, Yang Fan knew what this place was for and hurriedly left.

After a while, Yang Fan stopped and looked ahead with a strange expression.

In front of him stood an extremely grand six-story building, and a chorus of sweet voices drifted from upstairs.

"It's the senior brothers from Sword Forging Valley!"

Upstairs, several senior brothers from Sword Forging Valley were having fun with several women.

Seeing this, Yang Fan shook his head and continued walking forward.

These fellow disciples can come here to have fun, but he can't; he has to fight to survive!

After a while, Yang Fan stopped outside a three-story building.

"Tianji Pavilion!"