After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Zhao Baixiao was startled.

He quickly mobilized his spiritual power and opened his divine sense, which allowed him to glimpse the four fruits that Luo Zhenhuan was holding in his hands.

Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit!

It really is the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit!

And this quantity...

After calming down, the elders all had the same thought in mind—

Isn't that a bit too much of a coincidence?

Looking at their expressions, Luo Huanzhen immediately guessed what they were thinking and said directly.

"It's no coincidence. I summoned you here to give you the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit. I said I would bring the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit back to you from the secret realm."

"The One Leaf Sect is so special that many sects in the Central Continent will be eyeing it covetously. Without a Tribulation Transcending cultivator to protect it, it is easy to be bullied."

As Luo Huanzhen spoke, he began to distribute the fruit.

Each person will receive one.

Luo Dahai couldn't help but look up: "But, but my cultivation level hasn't reached the Mahayana stage yet, how can I have it?"

He was still a Nascent Soul cultivator.

He was also the one with the lowest cultivation level among the elders of the One Leaf Sect.

Luo Zhenhuan nodded.

"Yes, you have one too. Elder Luo, you are now at the Great Perfection of the Integration Stage. You can choose to eat this Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit now to break through the bottleneck and advance to the Mahayana Stage, or you can save it for when you undergo tribulation in the future. It's up to you."

Since the fruit was given to him, it is his.

As for when he will use it, Luo will no longer interfere.

After distributing the fruit, Luo Zhen clapped his hands.

"Alright, while things are calm these next few days, you should all improve your cultivation levels and break through to the Tribulation Transcending stage as soon as possible."

"When the time comes, the people from the Hunyuan Sect won't be able to defeat you. That's because their sect no longer has any cultivators at the Tribulation Transcending stage."

Liu Yi, Zhao Baixiao, and the others held the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit and knelt down on the spot in excitement.

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

"By the way, Sect Master, you gave it to us, but what about yourself...?"

Luo Huanzhen looked up: "I don't need these. I didn't have any bottlenecks in my breakthrough."

Her only problem is that her cultivation level is rising too fast.

However, Luo didn't say those words, because saying them would be too much of a Versailles moment and would attract too much hatred.

After giving out the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit, Luo Huanzhen waved his hand, summoned his little lotus flower, and sat on it, leaving the sect master's hall.

Several elders watched Luo Huanzhen's departing figure and bowed deeply.

While they were in the secret realm, they did fantasize about obtaining the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit.

However, after searching extensively, they found no trace of the Purple Swallow Spirit Fruit and had given up hope.

Now that Luo Huanzhen has brought it directly to their doorstep, how could they not be grateful?

I couldn't help but sigh again in my heart.

They made the right choice in selecting Luo Huanzhen as the sect leader of the One Leaf Sect.

……

Four days.

Although it wasn't enough for Luo Zhen to actually tour the entire Central Continent.

But after exploring and sampling all the cultivation markets around the Yiye Sect's mountain gate—yes, that's right.

She just went down the mountain to eat and drink.

There is a lot of food in Middle-earth.

The flavor is mainly sour and spicy. Moreover, many of the snacks are made with ingredients that Luo Zhen has never seen before in Dongzhou.

The fleshy scorpion, resembling a poisonous scorpion, and the crab claws, coated in broth.

The drinks include locally produced sweet and sour fruit juices.

These things all carry a portion of spiritual energy, and they are very good for a cultivator's body if consumed.

Besides food and drink, Luo Huanzhen also discovered a very large market for independent cultivators.

Many independent cultivators set up stalls here, selling items they obtained from various secret realms or the wild.

The sounds of bargaining rose and fell incessantly.

Luo was carrying five or six skewers of fried mutton, looking at them as he walked.

"Two hundred spirit stones. It wasn't easy for me to go down that secret realm. I wouldn't have sold it if I didn't need the spirit stones urgently."

"Too expensive! It's just a piece of junk, five dollars!"

"Why don't you add some more? Five dollars is too much, five dollars is too little... My child is sick, I need to sell it to pay for his medical treatment."

Luo Zhen couldn't help but look in the direction where the voice was coming from.

He was an elderly monk with white hair. Although his clothes were old and tattered, they were very clean.

In front of the elderly monk was a small stall covered with tattered cloth.

It was covered with all sorts of things, a real hodgepodge.

Squatting next to him was a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes, adorned with exquisite jade pendants.

Beside him stood six servants, one of whom was even at the Nascent Soul stage.

At this moment, he was staring at a piece of damaged iron covered in red rust, examining it closely.

Sudden.

His gaze shifted to another small square seal on the stall.

"Here's what we'll do, young master. I'll give you twenty. Give me this piece of metal, and you can throw this little gadget in with it."

The old monk looked in the direction he was pointing.

It is a square seal.

This is also the most valuable item he's selling this time.

He shook his head repeatedly: "This one is more expensive, this can't be included as a bonus... You should go, you should go..."

"Alright, then I'll give you eighty." The middle-aged cultivator paused, then said coldly, "Don't try to bargain with me. Let me tell you, your daughter is waiting for money to save her life. Sell this pile of junk if you can, otherwise, if you keep wasting your time here, your child might lose her life!"

The elderly cultivator's face immediately turned pale.

He was indeed frightened by the middle-aged cultivator's words.

But eighty, eighty really won't do.

The elderly monk explained haltingly.

"My daughter is missing one of her three souls and seven spirits, and her heart has been devoured by a demon. I've come to collect spirit stones. My daughter is counting on these things to sell and save her life..."

Moreover, he doesn't have many valuable items left. On his entire stall, the only things worth a little money are probably this piece of iron and the small square seal.

If he were to "sell" these two to him like this, he would truly be unable to gather enough spirit stones.

The elderly cultivator couldn't help but say, "Please, have some compassion. You live a life of luxury, so don't try to bargain with me like this! Your clothes alone would cost at least four or five thousand spirit stones at the Fine Clothes Shop... My two outfits would cost three thousand spirit stones in total, could you please..."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged cultivator's face revealed undisguised mockery and impatience.

He interrupted the old man.

"Old man, you think you're so great? What class do you think you are, and what class does Jinyifang belong to? Eighty spirit stones for these two items. You're selling them today whether you like it or not!"

Before he finished speaking, the servant behind him, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, took a step forward, and an invisible pressure mixed with malice heavily enveloped the white-haired old man.

The old man trembled, his face paled even more, his lips moved, and his eyes were filled with despair.

The onlookers whispered among themselves, but no one dared to step forward.

This man, named Sang Biao, was a local tyrant in this market. Both his parents were powerful cultivators at the Integration Stage.

They spoiled him so much that he became arrogant and did whatever he wanted.

Even though he was already in his thirties—his aptitude and cultivation level were only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, and that was achieved through pills and rare and precious materials—he still acted like a street rogue.

On ordinary days, if he sees something he likes at this market, he will randomly "buy" it at a low price.

They said they were buying it.

Everyone knows it's basically robbery.

This old man is really unlucky. I heard he came from that barren continent of the West to the Central Continent seeking medical treatment.