Mortal's Journey: Reborn as Xin Ruyin, she begins by possessing Qi Yun's body.

Qi Yunxiao and Han Li found a quiet two-story pavilion next to the Tainan Valley Square and paid spirit stones to rent it temporarily.

The attic is simply furnished, with tables and chairs provided.

The spiritual energy was much cleaner than in the square, making it a perfect place for the two to rest and wait for the Tai Nan Small Meeting to officially begin.

As soon as he sat down, Han Li took out a plain white porcelain bottle from his storage bag and handed it to Qi Yunxiao.

He said sincerely, "Fellow Daoist Qi, I've been sharing a room with you these past few days, so it's inconvenient for me to split the cost of the spirit stones. Here are two pills; please accept them as payment for my rent."

Qi Yunxiao took the porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and took a gentle sniff. A rich medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air, its spiritual energy gentle and lingering, far superior to the inferior pills sold in ordinary markets.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he clicked his tongue in amazement: As expected of Old Demon Han, even the most ordinary Yellow Dragon Pill is made with high-aged spiritual herbs, and its medicinal power is much stronger than that of ordinary pills!

With the Heavenly Bottle at his disposal, Han Li had an inexhaustible supply of spiritual herbs, and the pills he could casually take out far surpassed ordinary pills.

Without any pretense, he directly put the porcelain bottle into his storage bag, nodding with a smile, "Since Brother Han is so kind, then I won't stand on ceremony!"

After putting away the pills, Qi Yunxiao changed the subject and looked at Han Li: "Fellow Daoist Han, I'm planning to set up a small stall in the plaza downstairs to sell off some of my surplus items and exchange them for spirit stones and materials. Would you like to come with me and take a look?"

"Set up a stall?"

Han Li was slightly taken aback, a look of surprise on his face.

He was always low-key and used to hiding his talents, never showing off his wealth in front of others, so he didn't react for a moment.

"What does Fellow Daoist Qi plan to sell?"

Qi Yunxiao smiled frankly, without any concealment: "I am skilled in weapon crafting. I have crafted quite a few mid-to-low-grade magic weapons along the way. They are just sitting idle in my storage bag, so I might as well take them out and exchange them for some practical things."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his fingertip, and a mid-grade magic weapon flying sword, with flowing spiritual light and a sharp, restrained edge, floated between the two of them. The sword's spiritual energy was evenly distributed, and its quality far surpassed that of the crudely made magic weapons in the square.

Han Li's eyes flickered, and he was quite surprised.

He had thought that Qi Yunxiao was only skilled in cultivation, but he did not expect that he also had a remarkable skill in weapon crafting. This mid-grade flying sword was of better quality than most of the magical artifacts he had ever seen.

He was currently lacking a suitable offensive magical weapon, so he immediately said, "Fellow Daoist Qi, I happen to be short of a flying sword. I wonder if you could sell me one?"

"Of course."

Qi Yunxiao had already made his plans. Instead of taking out an ordinary mid-grade flying sword, he flipped his wrist and took out a high-grade magic weapon flying sword with stronger spiritual energy and sharper sword aura.

The sword gleamed with spiritual light, and holding it in one's hand, one could feel a sharp aura, far surpassing any mid-level magic weapon.

He knew Han Li's background all too well.

At this moment, Han Li had very few spirit stones on him and could not afford to buy a high-grade magic weapon. In the end, he would have to use pills to pay off the debt.

For him, elixirs were more precious than spirit stones, so naturally he wanted to maximize his profits.

Qi Yunxiao lightly tapped the flying sword with his fingertip and said, "Brother Han, this high-grade flying sword usually sells for a hundred low-grade spirit stones on the market. Since we are like-minded, I will give you a discount and it will only cost ninety spirit stones."

Han Li looked at the superior-grade flying sword with its overwhelming spiritual energy, and his heart was already filled with longing.

He is now at the eighth level of Qi Refining and needs a powerful magic weapon for protection. This flying sword is far better than he expected, but when he touched his storage bag, he found that he did not have enough spirit stones.

After hesitating for a moment, a look of pain appeared on his face, as if he had made a great decision. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't have enough spirit stones on me. Here are nine bottles of Yellow Dragon Pills, worth ninety spirit stones. How about I exchange them for this flying sword?"

Qi Yunxiao was overjoyed inside, but he remained outwardly calm and nodded in agreement: "Since it's Brother Han, of course there's no problem."

One hand delivers the pills, the other hand delivers the goods.

Han Li took the superior-grade flying sword, and with a light grip of his fingertips, he felt the spiritual energy flowing smoothly, and its power far exceeded his expectations.

He was overjoyed inside, but on the surface he maintained a calm demeanor that betrayed his pain, afraid that Qi Yunxiao would see his ecstasy.

This top-grade flying sword is of such high quality.

This deal was an incredible bargain.

Qi Yunxiao put the nine bottles of pills into his pocket, and he could faintly smell the fragrance of the medicine. He was even more satisfied.

These pills, made from high-aged spiritual herbs nurtured by the Palm Heaven Bottle, are highly potent and will be useful for future cultivation and weapon crafting, far more valuable than a hundred spirit stones.

The two got what they wanted, exchanged a glance, and both knew in their hearts that neither of them lost out in this deal.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye. As dawn broke and the sky began to lighten, a cool morning mist enveloped Tainan Valley, and the air still carried the scent of grass, trees, and spirit wine.

Qi Yunxiao and Han Li got up early, quickly packed their personal magical artifacts, and sped towards Tianwutai, the venue for this Ascension Conference.

As soon as the two emerged from the misty formation of Tai Nan Valley, they stopped concealing their movements and simultaneously began to execute the Wind Control Technique, which flowed smoothly like clouds and water.

A pale blue spiritual aura enveloped his body, and with the wind beneath his feet, his figure swept across the sky like two wisps of smoke, rapidly moving away from the valley and speeding towards the direction of Tianwu Terrace.

The wind whistled in their ears, the mountains and forests on both sides rushed past, and the morning mist was parted by the spiritual energy of the two people, leaving two narrow trails.

While steadily activating the Wind Control Technique to maintain speed, Qi Yunxiao quietly took out the palm-sized Spirit Detection Plate from his storage bag.

A wisp of spiritual energy was infused into the fingertip, and the light spot in the center of the disc lit up steadily. The fluctuations of spiritual energy within a mile around were clearly displayed on the disc.

His gaze darkened slightly as he stared at the few unusual points of light flickering faintly on the spirit-detecting disc. He sighed inwardly: Hopefully, Master Qingwen and his group will give up now...

In the past few days, Master Qingwen did not give up. He sent people to find them twice, still using the same excuse of "loose cultivators sticking together and looking out for each other," trying to win the two over to join his group.

However, Qi Yunxiao's attitude was firm, and Han Li followed suit, rejecting him directly both times.

Qi Yunxiao clearly remembered that in the original story, Daoist Qingwen had arranged for people to secretly track Han Li and prepare to ambush him on his way to Tianwutai, so that he could use him as a blood sacrifice for cultivation.

Now that he has appeared, Han Li has never truly joined Qingwen's gang from beginning to end, so the plot should have deviated from its original direction.

However, people's hearts are treacherous, and the Black Fiend Cult members have always been ruthless. Being rejected repeatedly, they may become enraged and resort to deadly attacks.

He couldn't be sure if the ambush was still going to happen.

Just then, a cluster of lights suddenly appeared on the spirit detection disk, rapidly approaching from behind, its intentions clearly hostile.

Qi Yunxiao's eyes narrowed, and his voice suddenly deepened as he addressed Han Li in front of him: "They've arrived."

Han Li paused in his Wind Control Technique, then turned around abruptly, his face showing a mixture of surprise and confusion: "What's here?"