Burial Furnace

As expected of a Golden Core female cultivator, she is truly extremely beautiful.

Zhang Yuan secretly admired her, and without further delay, gently embraced her slender waist and kissed her passionately.

Her lips were soft and warm, with a faint sweetness, as if she had just eaten some kind of magical fruit.

Her breathing became more rapid, and her warm breath sprayed onto his face, carrying that delicate fragrance.

Zhang Yuan was completely lost.

He felt the soft, delicate body in his arms, the wonderful touch on his lips, and the refreshing fragrance. He felt as if he were immersed in a beautiful dream and did not want to wake up.

"You have some nerve! You actually dared to kiss me, and for so long!"

Feng Qianyu, unable to bear it any longer, pushed him away forcefully, her voice tinged with panic and shyness: "That's enough."

Her face had long since turned as red as the sunset, spreading from her cheeks to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a faint pink.

She quickly put on the veil, her movements somewhat flustered.

The veil covered her stunning face again, revealing only her eyes.

The shyness in her eyes had not completely faded, like peach blossoms moistened by spring water, carrying a hint of mystery and charm.

But soon, she regained her aloof and haughty demeanor.

The immense aura of the Golden Core female cultivator was slowly released, and although it was only a trace, it was enough to make Zhang Yuan's hair stand on end, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on his head.

He felt a chill run down his spine—he had been incredibly audacious to actually kiss her just now.

If she were to turn on him and slap him to death, that would be a terrible situation.

However, since the other party is willing to settle the debt in this way, it is highly likely that they will not kill him.

"I'm leaving, goodbye." Feng Qianyu glanced at the old man with a complex look in her eyes, a look that contained shyness, anger, helplessness, and something else that was hard to describe.

She quickly went outside, her figure blurred, and she soared into the air, transforming into a streak of light that instantly disappeared into the horizon.

Only a faint fragrance lingered in the air.

"Will there be a next time?"

Zhang Yuan stood at the door, looking in the direction she disappeared, still savoring the enchanting and beautiful moment.

Her warmth and scent still lingered on my lips, and her delicate fragrance seemed to still linger around my nose.

He licked his lips, a surge of unprecedented anticipation welling up inside him.

The first kiss of a Golden Core female cultivator tasted really good.

He closed the door, hurried back to the cremation hall, and reached into the furnace to carefully examine it.

The ashes were still warm and a little hot to the touch, but he didn't care.

After rummaging around for a while, they finally found a yellow bead in the ashes.

It was about the size of a peanut, perfectly round, with a smooth surface and a yellowish-brown sheen. It looked just like an ordinary pebble, completely unremarkable.

Without hesitation, he bit his fingertip and dripped a drop of blood onto it.

It was absorbed instantly.

The bead trembled slightly, emitting a soft buzzing sound, and then transformed into a stream of light, directly entering his dantian and beginning to devour his true essence and familiarize itself with his aura.

A strange connection was established between Zhang Yuan and the bead, as if the bead had become a part of his body.

At the same time, a surge of information flooded into his mind.

It turns out that this bead is called a "soil bead".

Its function is quite peculiar—once it lands on the ground, it becomes completely inconspicuous.

It looks like an ordinary stone, or even a clod of dirt, blending into its surroundings and making it extremely difficult to spot.

People can hide inside.

If danger is encountered and one enters, the soil beads will automatically fall to the ground, disguising themselves as a stone or clod of earth, thus escaping the enemy's search.

"Come out." With a thought, Zhang Yuan sent the soil bead out of his dantian and hovered in front of him.

With another thought, he instantly entered that world.

The space inside is not large, only a small space with a diameter of three meters.

The surrounding walls were yellowish-brown and had a warm, smooth texture, like touching some kind of soft soil.

There are no treasures inside, because this place is really not suitable for storing treasures.

The surface of the bead has many tiny pores that connect it to the outside world.

Therefore, it is not stuffy inside, and you can clearly observe the outside situation—because from the inside, the bead wall is almost transparent, and the outside scenery is unobstructed.

It cannot fly, nor can it attack, and it doesn't even have much defensive capability. Its only advantage is that it can disguise itself as mud.

But Zhang Yuan was still overjoyed and extremely happy.

With this treasure, his safety level has been greatly improved.

However, this treasure cannot guarantee survival.

If you are fighting an enemy and you can't win, hiding inside is no different from suicide, because you can't escape the enemy's divine sense.

It is only useful if you enter and hide inside before the enemy's divine sense detects it.

Therefore, the original owner of the Soil Bead also became a corpse—presumably killed in battle, with no chance to use this treasure.

"It's worth at least two top-grade spirit stones." Zhang Yuan nodded in satisfaction, then immediately stepped out of the bead and put it back into his dantian.

He waited a while longer and realized that it would be dawn in half an hour.

Based on experience, no more business will come in at this point.

Zhang Yuan closed the shop and went back to his room.

He took a bath to wash away the smell of smoke and fatigue, then sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a top-grade spirit stone in his hand, and began to cultivate.

Top-grade spirit stones not only contain abundant spiritual energy, but are also exceptionally pure.

Although his talent wasn't great and his speed in converting spiritual energy was a bit slow, he could still cultivate very quickly using top-grade spirit stones.

The spiritual energy flowed into his meridians along his arm, and under the operation of the Evergreen Technique, it was transformed into true essence and flowed into his dantian.

The true essence in the dantian is increasing little by little, slowly but steadily.

He could clearly feel his cultivation level improving little by little, a feeling that was intoxicating.

When he woke up from his cultivation, the sky outside the window had already darkened, and the sunset had dyed the horizon a magnificent red, like a burning flame.

He washed up, went downstairs, opened the shop door, and sat at the counter to wait for customers.

……

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The backyard of Lingfu Pavilion.

"Ugh, I'm so angry..."

With a murderous look on his face, Zhou Lie slammed his fist on the table, shattering the fine mahogany table into pieces.

Wood chips flew everywhere, the teapot and teacups on the table were smashed to the ground, and shards of porcelain flew in all directions.

The price war has completely failed.

Zhang Yuan seemed to have realized this long ago, so he restored the prices of Golden Core and Nascent Soul corpses to their original levels.

However, high-grade cremation talismans are still not selling well.

While advanced cremation talismans are convenient, a considerable number are needed to completely incinerate the corpses of Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators, making it more cost-effective to send them to a crematorium.

In the past ten days, he had personally witnessed a Nascent Soul cultivator and a Golden Core cultivator enter the crematorium, obviously to cremate corpses. Those were definitely the corpses of a Nascent Soul cultivator and a Golden Core cultivator.

Zhang Yuan must have earned a lot of high-grade and top-grade spirit stones.