From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

The white-haired old man had a thin face and pale cheeks, but his voice was surprisingly deep.

"Gentlemen, you have come from afar; I have no intention of resorting to violence."

"I am not being rude, but the city lord has declared martial law, and we do not wish to do so unless absolutely necessary."

Now that things have come to this, there's no reason not to see it again.

Song Baitao, Jiang Qiushui, and Xiang Wanting all stepped out of the flying boat.

It started to rain.

The white-haired old man's clothes remained dry, clearly indicating he had also used a water-repelling talisman. The old man walked past, scrutinizing the three of them. He took a deep breath, realizing he recognized this person.

Xiang Wanqing is the daughter of the sect leader of Xiaoshan Sect.

The old man had held the child when she was still a crying baby. He had even given her a name.

He named himself after the poem line, "Two lines of pure white silk beneath the pine and cypress trees."

The character "清" (qing) was extracted from the poem.

And because the girl was born at night, she was named Xiang Wanqing. Now that they knew each other, the old man's tense expression relaxed considerably. He smiled at Xiang Wanqing with his wrinkled face and said...

"You silly girl, Tangjiabao hasn't been peaceful these past few days."

"Didn't your father tell you what you're doing here?"

The old man spoke very softly, but Gu Heting, who was holding him in his arms, could hear him clearly.

"Uncle Song, I want to find the laurel and parasol tree branches from Tangjiabao."

"The alchemy is still missing this one ingredient."

The old man's name was Beetle. Although Beetle was displeased, he couldn't bring himself to be ruthless when he saw Xiang Wan's clear, watery eyes.

He sighed softly and waved his hand to those around him: "Everyone, disperse, Miss Koyama Sect."

Beetle was a rogue cultivator and a founding member of the first generation of Tang Family Fortress. A hundred years ago, he fought a deadly battle with evil cultivators and almost perished in Wushan.

The lord of Tangjiabao used a miraculous medicine to prolong his life.

The beetle kowtowed, acknowledging the fortress lord as his benefactor. Because he wore yellow robes, he was also known as the Yellow-Robed Deacon many years later.

Now that he is quite old, he always feels that the younger generation is full of vigor.

"There's trouble in Tangjiabao, girl, be careful."

"Yes, Uncle Song."

After eight hundred years of service, he was now old and frail. The beetle watched the group depart, saw them off into the distance, and then returned to Tang Family Fortress with his sword.

Three days ago, several independent cultivators sat down at the post station.

They came here because they had long heard that Tangjiabao was famous for its talismans and its Qi cultivation techniques. In order to find a suitable magical artifact, the three of them settled down here.

I was on good terms with the blacksmith, and in a few days I could get his help to forge a flying sword.

But three days later, a low growl was heard from the inn.

Three skinless monsters, covered in congealed blood, were tearing at people. A passing merchant glanced at them and recognized them as the same three men from earlier that day.

For this reason, Tang Jingxuan, the second young master of Tangjiabao.

He killed all three of them with a single sword strike.

The once bustling town is now lifeless. People live in fear and anxiety, afraid that what happened three days ago will repeat itself.

"Senior sister, the town used to be bustling with activity. Why is it so lifeless today?" Xiang Wanqing asked, puzzled as she walked.

Tangjiabao is an ancient town built by independent practitioners.

Most independent cultivators are of mediocre talent. The five regions of the Eastern Five Realms are somewhat lacking in both opportunities and fortune, and resources are extremely scarce.

Many independent cultivators banded together for mutual support.

Some independent cultivators had already resigned themselves to their fate, settling peacefully in Tangjiabao based on their skills.

Talisman masters, alchemists, weapon refiners...

Most independent cultivators possess a skill and thus settle here. Compared to the bustling marketplace of the mortal world, this place is more like a marketplace. In the cultivation world, spirit stones can be exchanged for goods.

Most of the independent cultivators who know the location of Tangjiabao will gather here.

This has led to a mixed bag of people in the area.

However, Tang Family Fortress has many Core Formation and late-stage powerful figures in charge. Even if there are villains in the town, they will be killed with a single sword strike without any mercy.

This order has been maintained for hundreds of years.

Looking around at her senior sister from late Qing Dynasty, Song Qiushui was also quite puzzled. In the past, blacksmiths who forged weapons would even forge them outdoors.

Today, upon seeing it, I only felt its desolation.

"Now that we've obtained the paulownia fruit, let's take our leave. It's getting late; we'll visit again tomorrow."

Seeing this, everyone nodded knowingly.

This was the first time Gu Heting had witnessed such a sight, and he activated the gaze ability of a cultivator. He immediately felt that everyone around him was ethereal and ethereal.

Even if you're wearing a blue cloth shirt in this area.

Everyone possesses a Qi Sea and Dantian, and these spiritual roots are ever-changing. Almost everyone has all five elemental spiritual roots, a sight that shocked Gu Heting.

"This is... the Immortal Cultivation Market."

Gu Heting was held in Xiang Wanqing's arms and said in surprise.

Ultimately, he had never seen a fledgling in the world of cultivation before; this scene seemed more like a bustling human marketplace.

"You seem quite naive, haven't you? How about I take you to eat something nourishing?" Xiang Wanqing teased. He reached out and pinched Gu Heting's forehead.

Gu Heting really hated this little kid.

He wasn't a cat, so he bumped his forehead against her chest.

"Junior Sister, Fellow Daoist Gu is a senior; please don't be rude." Jiang Qiushui stopped such behavior. The awe-inspiring sight of the Azure Cauldron Refining Pill was too great.

Even now, he still regards Gu Heting as a hermit master.

Although Gu Heting is not human, he is still a unique beast of creation.

The little girl pouted and nodded.

Although the four felt lonely, they didn't mind. They went to a local restaurant and ordered several nourishing dishes.

Blue and white porcelain bowls and chopsticks are served.

Gu Heting's system activated involuntarily.

[A century-old yellow croaker with seven stars. Lifespan: 300 years.]

[Now 260 years old.]

[A nourishing food.]

White shrimp and blue crab. Lifespan: 170 years.

[Now 120 years old.]

[A tonic and yang-boosting food.]

[Aquatic life plant.]

[A water-based tonic. It can benefit the essence and nourish the spirit.]

【………】

It really is a case of hidden talents and extraordinary abilities; what he desperately sought had become easy prey for cultivators. At first, Gu Heting only found it somewhat strange.

Aren't all cultivators supposed to abstain from grains?

They can survive for days without food.

Why would there be a restaurant here?

No wonder.

The wine produced by this furnace is no ordinary thing; it consists of things that can nourish the spirit and replenish the essence. Delicacies that mortals cannot taste are meaningless in the eyes of cultivators.

Therefore, it doesn't look very appealing.

But it can replenish spiritual energy.

"I'll start with my chopsticks." Xiang Wanqing picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of the seven-star sea bass. This dish was usually his favorite.

It is warm but not greasy, and melts in your mouth.

As it enters the stomach, there is a certain warm and cool sensation. Top-quality tonics are also his favorite.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

A violent coughing sound came from afar, which dampened everyone's spirits. The man coughed incessantly, and those around him thought he was terminally ill.

He sat to the side, silently drinking his sorrows away.

Occasionally accompanied by signs of vomiting.

Gu Heting glanced at the rogue cultivator and sensed that the cultivator's aura was extremely chaotic. He had learned the Cleansing Scripture Method and the Breathing Technique, which allowed him to sense the aura of all things in the world.

They are especially sensitive to the presence of the living.

This person's breathing was extremely chaotic.

He was coughing up blood from time to time, and if this continued, he might fall ill in no time.

His face was frighteningly pale.

Gu Heting felt he was seeing things; this person's hands had a lot of white downy hair.

Moreover, the skin that was attached to my body was somewhat bubbly.

He looks like a dying man no matter how you look at him.