Mortal: I have a Spirit Gathering Cauldron

After the final, most prized item, the Millennium Elixir, was successfully auctioned off and the transaction was completed.

The auction, which lasted for several hours, has officially come to an end.

"Fellow Daoists, this auction has now concluded. What follows is your free trading time. You are free to negotiate and trade within the room. We wish you all a fruitful trading experience!"

As soon as the black-robed monk presiding over the auction finished speaking, the people in the hall began to disperse one after another, while some gathered in twos and threes to discuss things in hushed tones.

Lin Feng didn't rush to leave. He patiently leaned back in his chair, watching the cultivators surrounding Qi Yunxiao gradually disperse. Finally, he slowly stood up, preparing to step forward.

Just as he took a step, a figure darted out from the side, getting ahead of Lin Feng and blocking Qi Yunxiao's path.

Lin Feng paused.

The man was thin, wearing a gray cloth robe and a straw hat pulled low over his head, obscuring his face.

Then they heard Qi Yunxiao's surprised voice: "Senior has a spiritual medicine?"

It must be Han Li.

Just as Han Li was about to speak, Lin Feng strode over and blocked the two of them, giving Han Li an unfriendly look.

"Young friend, thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are extremely rare. Don't be fooled and end up being murdered and robbed." Lin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was heavy, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Qi Yunxiao was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at Lin Feng, then at Han Li, his expression shifting from anticipation to hesitation, and then from hesitation to wariness. He took a step back, increasing the distance between himself and Han Li.

"Thank you for your kind reminder, senior. I will keep it in mind!"

Qi Yunxiao bowed to Lin Feng, his voice filled with gratitude but also a hint of helplessness, "It's just that my closest friend is suffering from a rare disease, and only a thousand-year-old elixir can prolong his life. Even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, I must risk it and try!"

Han Li was somewhat embarrassed by Lin Feng's "murder and robbery" remark, and quickly waved his hand, saying sincerely, "Fellow Daoist is joking. I have no ill intentions. I simply wish to purchase the Reversed Five Elements Array from this young friend with spirit stones."

Lin Feng sneered, took out the jade box containing the thousand-year-old Huangjingzhi from his storage bag, and waved it in front of Han Li.

"Bad people always claim to be good people," Lin Feng said sarcastically. "Thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are incredibly precious; I only managed to acquire one today. What, do you perhaps have one too, fellow Daoist?"

The sealing talisman on the jade box was still there, and the fragrance of medicine wafted faintly through the gaps in the jade box. It was clear, sweet, and refreshing.

Qi Yunxiao's eyes lit up instantly, his gaze fixed on the jade box, like a drowning person seeing a lifeline.

Han Li's eyes, hidden beneath his bamboo hat, flickered slightly before quickly regaining their composure. He waved his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist, please don't joke. How could I possibly possess such a rare treasure as a thousand-year-old spiritual herb? I merely wish to purchase an array formation with some spirit stones; I have no ill intentions."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Qi Yunxiao, then at Lin Feng, knowing that he couldn't possibly get the formation by getting past Lin Feng today.

Upon hearing Han Li's words, Qi Yunxiao's eyes dimmed instantly. He sighed dejectedly, his voice filled with disappointment: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. I only need the thousand-year-old spiritual medicine; the array master behind me desperately needs it to save his life."

Han Li was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lin Feng, said "Farewell" in a light tone, and turned to leave.

Lin Feng watched him leave, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Old Demon Han, I'm sorry. I'll take the Reversed Five Elements Formation first.

Qi Yunxiao also planned to leave. He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Lin Feng, his tone tinged with disappointment: "Thank you for the reminder, senior. I'll take my leave now." With that, he turned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

Lin Feng reached out and blocked his way.

Qi Yunxiao paused, looked up, and a puzzled expression appeared on his face beneath the mask.

Lin Feng played with the jade box in his hand, gently weighed it in his hand, and looked at Qi Yunxiao with a smile.

"Young friend, that fellow Daoist didn't have a thousand-year-old spiritual herb, but I just obtained one. I wonder what you can offer in return?"

Qi Yunxiao was stunned.

His gaze shifted back and forth between the jade box and Lin Feng's face, his expression changing from doubt to ecstasy, and then from ecstasy to hesitation.

"Senior...you...you're willing to exchange this spiritual herb for my Reversed Five Elements Array?" His voice trembled.

"That depends on what else you can offer." Lin Feng put the jade box back into his storage bag, crossed his arms, and said unhurriedly, "You've seen the value of a thousand-year-old spiritual herb. Your Reversed Five Elements Formation is far inferior."

Qi Yunxiao's face turned pale again.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his cuffs as if he were making a difficult decision.

After a long while, he raised his head, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Senior, the only valuable thing I possess is my weapon-forging skill." His voice was soft, but every word was spoken with utmost seriousness.

"I can also promise you, senior, that my friend's mastery of formations is unparalleled. Given time, I can definitely increase the power of the Reversed Five Elements Formation several times over within 5 years, reaching more than half of its original power."

"The art of weapon crafting?" Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with disdain. "I also have some skill in weapon crafting. Is your skill as a Qi Refining cultivator even up to par?"

Qi Yunxiao panicked and quickly took out a stack of silk scrolls from his storage bag, holding them with both hands and handing them to Lin Feng.

"Senior, my surname is Qi, and my given name is Yunxiao. My ancestor was an elder in the Divine Weapon Sect, and his weapon-forging skills were unparalleled. The weapon-forging techniques I pass on will be of exceptional value! This stack of silk scrolls contains the culmination of my ancestor's life's work. Senior has discerning eyes; you will surely benefit from them!"

Lin Feng took the silk scroll, unfolded a corner, and scanned the text and graphics on it.

The contents are detailed; it's clearly not an ordinary product.

He carefully took the silk scroll, but instead of immediately putting it into his storage bag, he held it in his hand and looked calmly at Qi Yunxiao.

"Young friend Qi, you saw the value of that thousand-year-old spiritual herb just now. I'm afraid a piece of weapon-refining knowledge and a promise alone are not enough."

Qi Yunxiao's face turned pale instantly. He bit his lip, his fingers clenched until they turned white, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"What else do you need, senior? Just say the word! As long as I have it, I'll give it to you without hesitation!"

Lin Feng sighed inwardly as he looked at his anxious expression.

Although this person's cultivation level is not high, he is truly loyal and righteous. To save Xin Ruyin's life, he even brought out his ancestral weapon-forging techniques. Such loyalty is rare in the cultivation world.

"Alright." Lin Feng nodded, his tone softening. "Considering Young Friend Qi's loyalty and righteousness, this spiritual herb will be given to him."

Qi Yunxiao's eyes lit up immediately.

"However—" Lin Feng changed the subject, "I'm very interested in the array master behind you."

Qi Yunxiao's smile froze on his face.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and his voice was filled with obvious trepidation: "Senior, I am truly grateful. However, my friend suffers from the Dragon Roar Physique and is seriously ill, making it inconvenient for him to receive guests. I hope you will forgive him..."

Seeing his expression, Lin Feng understood immediately. This guy had misunderstood, thinking he had improper thoughts about Xin Ruyin.

"Don't worry." Lin Feng waved his hand. "I'm not interested in her personally, but only in the art of formations. I hope your friend can summarize her insights into formations for me."

Qi Yunxiao was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief, his apprehension turning into a relieved smile.

"Rest assured, senior, I will definitely convey this to my friend! I'll have her diligently summarize her insights for you! She'll compile all the formation diagrams, principles, and setup tips—she won't hold anything back!!"

Lin Feng nodded, took out the jade box from his storage bag, and handed it to Qi Yunxiao.