The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 108 Little Huan Island

After leaving Yu Huan Residence, Han Li asked Yang Qingyuan, "Senior Brother Yang, you're not really planning to help the Six Linked Hall deal with that ghost ship, are you?"

"There's a Ghost King at the Core Formation stage on that ghost ship."

"The Core Formation stage and the Foundation Establishment stage may seem to be only one step apart, but in terms of strength, they are worlds apart."

"If you are not careful, your life may be in danger."

Yang Qingyuan naturally knew the implications and replied, "Junior Brother Han, don't worry. Now that we have found the formula for the Dust-Clearing Pill, let's try to see if we can refine it ourselves."

"If it succeeds, there will be no need to work for the Six-Linked Palace anymore."

"If it fails, then that's a different story."

"Let's go and browse some other shops."

Upon hearing this, Han Li agreed and immediately followed Yang Qingyuan, continuing to purchase treasures from the shops in the market.

The two of them gradually acquired some new prescriptions.

During this time, Yang Qingyuan also inquired with the shopkeepers of many shops about the many materials needed to refine the Dust-Reducing Pill.

It turned out that these materials were extremely rare treasures in the Chaotic Star Sea, something that could only be encountered by chance.

Without spending twenty or thirty years specifically collecting materials, it would be impossible to start a furnace and refine the Dust-Reducing Pill.

Twenty or thirty years is enough time for Qu Hun to break through to the Core Formation stage.

Seeing that it was getting late, Yang Qingyuan had no choice but to give up for the time being and inquire about it slowly later. In any case, Feng Sanniang had given him a three-month deadline.

Immediately afterwards, the two headed straight for the Dengxian Pavilion in Kui Kui Xing City to rent a cave dwelling.

On the summit of Qingyun Mountain stands a small two-story pavilion.

It's unclear how long this pavilion has been built; it looks somewhat dilapidated, as if no one has come to repair it for a long time, and it's deserted with no cultivators coming or going.

A plaque with a missing corner hangs in front of the gate, bearing the three characters "Dengxian Pavilion".

"The design of this Ascension Pavilion is truly unique." Han Li couldn't help but mutter to himself upon seeing such an old building, before pushing open the door and entering.

Yang Qingyuan also used the Breath Concealment Technique to suppress his cultivation back to the Qi Refining Stage.

After all, Xiaohuan Island is just an unnamed deserted island, and it is not worthy of attracting Foundation Establishment cultivators.

After the two entered the pavilion, they were able to see the full view of the Ascension Pavilion.

Although the exterior of Dengxian Pavilion looks somewhat dilapidated, the interior is magnificent and extremely luxurious.

The ground was covered with a fiery red carpet, and the surrounding walls were inlaid with unknown gems and luminous pearls.

Opposite the door was a jade bed carved from blue jade.

A haggard-looking middle-aged man lay half-reclined on the jade bed, wearing an unknown animal skin coat, holding a large clam pearl in his hands, and exuding the aura of a late Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Although the middle-aged man was a late Foundation Establishment cultivator, he was also unable to see through Yang Qingyuan and Han Li's concealment technique, so he regarded the visitors as a group of Qi Refining cultivators.

"You've come to Dengxian Pavilion to rent a cave dwelling, haven't you? Did you bring a letter of guarantee?" The middle-aged man remained half-reclined on the jade bed, showing no intention of getting up.

Yang Qingyuan, Han Li, and the others stepped forward one by one, took out the emerald green token and the guarantee letter from the Lu family, and handed them to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took the document and token, glanced at them briefly, and put them down without changing his expression. He then took out a golden book from his storage bag and registered the name on the token in the book.

Then, he took out a silver scroll from his storage bag, handed it to Yang Qingyuan, and introduced it, "This is a map of Kui Xing Island."

"Where there is golden light, it means that there are already cultivators living there; where there are white dots, it means that no one lives there."

"Furthermore, cultivators like you at the Qi Refining stage cannot live in core areas like Qingyun Mountain; you can only go to remote valleys, caves, and the like."

Yang Qingyuan then unfurled the scroll, examined it carefully, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

But in the southeast corner of the painting, there was a long and narrow island, about fifty or sixty miles long, that was shimmering with white light.

Yang Qingyuan had already learned from Lu Dongjia's nautical chart that this place was Xiaohuan Island, so he immediately said, "This junior will choose this island to open up my cave dwelling."

Hearing this, Han Li, who was standing nearby, secretly felt sorry.

He had been quite satisfied with the location of the island when he first saw it, but unexpectedly Yang Qingyuan had snatched it away.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly when he saw that Yang Qingyuan had chosen Xiao Huan Island, and said, "This place is called Xiao Huan Island. Apart from being a bit bigger, it has no advantages whatsoever. The concentration of spiritual energy is only one-third that of Kui Xing Island."

"Moreover, according to the regulations, the monks who choose this island are obligated to protect it."

"Although our Kui Xing City has set up a formation on the island, which has a certain defensive capability, the cultivators who choose this island must bear the cost of the spirit stones consumed."

"Many Qi Refining stage cultivators have chosen this island before, but not long after, they came back to me in disgrace, asking to change their cave dwellings."

"However, if you regret it and want to change your cave dwelling, you will need to pay extra spirit stones."

"Are you still insisting on choosing this small island?"

Yang Qingyuan knew that the ancient spirit insect "Gold-Devouring Insect" was sleeping beneath this small island, and he didn't want to miss it at all. He immediately nodded and replied, "Senior, this junior is sure he wants to choose this cave."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he took out a blue jade waist token from his storage bag, handed it to Yang Qingyuan, and explained, "This is a token for permanent settlement. As for this green temporary pass token, it's invalid."

Seeing this, Han Li also chose a small island called "Green Bamboo Island", which was not far from Xiao Huan Island.

After choosing their cave dwellings, the two bowed and took their leave, heading straight for the city gate.

"Senior Brother Yang, I still have to rush to Green Bamboo Island, so let's take our leave here." Seeing that it was getting late and that he had almost bought all the treasures, Han Li prepared to return to Green Bamboo Island to go into seclusion and start anew.

After saying this, Han Li threw out the shuttle-shaped flying artifact, which carried Qu Hun away.

Yang Qingyuan, riding the Ink Dragon and carrying the Blood Cicada, sped across the sea all night and arrived at Xiaohuan Island just in time for dawn.

The island was small, enveloped in a curtain of azure light.

Yang Qingyuan circled the island for a while and then realized that the entrance to the formation was located on a dock. He then urged the black dragon to fly towards the dock.

At this moment, more than a dozen fishermen are already tending to their nets and boats at the dock, preparing to go out to sea.

When the fishermen saw the black dragon descend from the sky, they were all terrified and collapsed to the ground.

"Demon Dragon!"

"A demonic dragon has landed on the island!"

Yang Qingyuan stood atop the black dragon's head, concentrated his magical power in his throat, and said loudly, "Everyone, there is no need to panic."

"This demonic dragon is Yang's spirit pet."

The fishermen then realized that there was a cultivator standing on the top of the black dragon's head, and they breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

One of the elderly men, with gray hair, bowed respectfully and then introduced himself, "Respectfully requesting your guidance, Immortal Master, I am Black Stone, the mayor of Little Huan Island."

"May I ask what brings you here, Immortal Master?"

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan gave the order, "From now on, I will be the owner of this small island."

"You can just call me Master Yang."

"If anything happens in the future, go to the highest peak of Xiaohuan Mountain to find me, Yang."

Yang Qingyuan left behind a sentence, then urged the Ink Dragon, carrying the Blood Cicada, straight towards a mountain range in the center of the island.