The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

Chapter 135 Yanli

At this moment, the hall was packed with people, with dozens of people standing there.

The servant who had served tea to Yang Qingyuan earlier was lying on the ground, his right hand burned and mangled, and he was wailing in pain.

The fat shopkeeper was furious. He looked around at the group of unfamiliar cultivators who had rushed in. His fat face trembled with anger, but his eyes were full of fear. For a moment, he dared not make any rash moves.

These dozens of unfamiliar cultivators were all dressed in the same blue robes, with blue flame patterns embroidered on the collars. They clearly came from the same faction, and most of them were at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The only exception was the handsome man and beautiful woman at the head of the group, whose cultivation levels were quite different.

The young man appeared to be in his early twenties, also dressed in a blue robe, with a fair complexion and red lips. His appearance exuded a sinister air, while his posture was as upright as a pine tree, radiating an arrogant and unruly temperament. His cultivation level was at the mid-stage of Core Formation.

The woman beside him appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a charming and beautiful face, and dressed in an extremely daring manner.

Her clothes were very thin, revealing her snow-white arms and smooth calves. She wasn't wearing shoes or socks, and her bare feet were exposed.

What's even more eye-catching is that the girl has three exquisite, shimmering gold rings—two small and one large—on her wrists and forehead, adding a unique and fiery charm to her look.

However, the aura emanating from the woman was not powerful; she only appeared to be at the peak of Qi cultivation.

"Shopkeeper!" The servant lying on the ground saw the fat shopkeeper and, as if grasping at a straw, hurriedly said, "These cultivators insist on buying that Xuan Yin Grass."

"I told them that the elixir had just been sold, but they wouldn't listen and even set me on fire."

Upon hearing this, the portly shopkeeper's face grew even more gloomy. He forced a smile, bowed slightly to the young man in the mid-stage of Core Formation, and said, "So it is Young Master Ren of the Qingyang Sect who has graced us with his presence."

As soon as Yang Qingyuan and his group came out, they heard the words "Young Master of Qingyang Sect" and stopped in their tracks, turning their heads to take a few more glances.

Seeing that the young man was not carrying a spirit pet pouch, Yang Qingyuan knew that the Soul-Crying Puppet might not have been refined yet.

The beautiful woman beside the young master of Qingyang Sect is very likely Yanli, one of the twin beauties of the Chaotic Star Sea.

Her stunning beauty was truly breathtaking, far surpassing that of Chen Qiaoqian and Xin Ruyin.

Seeing this woman nestled in the arms of the young master of Qingyang Sect, looking so affectionate, it seems the two haven't fallen out yet.

Moreover, there was a red mark on her fair and delicate arm, indicating that she was still a virgin.

That makes sense, since the young master of Qingyang Sect has the cultivation of the mid-stage Core Formation stage. Even if he wants to use his sexual energy on Yanli, he has to wait until Yanli breaks through to the Foundation Establishment stage, otherwise the effect will be minimal.

As for the other beauty, Yuan Yao, she was nowhere to be found at this moment.

At the same time, the young master of Qingyang Sect looked at the fat shopkeeper and coldly rebuked him, "This morning, didn't an old man in black, a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, come to your Sea Demon Pavilion and sell a three-hundred-year-old Xuan Yin Grass?"

"We, the Qingyang Sect, want this Xuan Yin Grass. Hand it over immediately."

Upon hearing this, the fat shopkeeper's face turned ashen. He realized that Qingyang Sect had already investigated before they arrived, and immediately replied, "Our Sea Demon Pavilion did indeed just acquire a Xuan Yin Grass."

"But Young Master Ren may not know this, but our Sea Demon Pavilion is the property of Elder Hong, the island lord of Ningcui Island."

"Even though you come from the Qingyang Sect, you can't be too presumptuous."

Upon hearing this, the young master of Qingyang Sect, looking completely unconcerned, merely sneered and replied, "Ancestor Hong is only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, a minor realm below my Ancestor Sanyang."

"Even if you invited Ancestor Hong here, he would only tell you to take out the Xuan Yin Grass and obediently sell it to our Qingyang Sect."

Upon hearing this, the fat shopkeeper's cheeks flushed red, but he was powerless to refute it. He then gritted his teeth and explained, "I'm sorry to disappoint Young Master Ren, but that Xuan Yin Grass has already been sold, and the money is cleared."

"If you want to buy it, try your luck at other stores."

Upon hearing this, the young master of Qingyang Sect showed displeasure and rebuked, "You've already sold the Profound Yin Grass in less than half a day?"

"Isn't this just too much of a coincidence?"

"You really think you can fool this young master?"

Seeing the situation inside the room becoming increasingly tense, Han Li gave Yang Qingyuan a wink, then walked towards the door, not wanting to get involved in this mess.

Seeing this, Yang Qingyuan followed.

"Halt!" The young master of the Qingyang Sect, seeing the dozen or so storage bags tucked into Yang Qingyuan's group's waists, gleamed with a sharp light in his eyes. He immediately called out to stop them, demanding, "Did you sell that Xuan Yin Grass to you?"

The portly shopkeeper next to him was looking away, his heart pounding with anxiety.

That Xuan Yin Grass was indeed one of the auxiliary medicinal materials for refining the Chong Ling Pill, and it was in those three storage bags.

Seeing the aggressive demeanor of the young master of the Qingyang Sect, Yang Qingyuan sneered, "Didn't you hear the shopkeeper say that the money and goods have been settled?"

"If you want the Profound Yin Grass, you'd better look elsewhere to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Upon hearing this, the young master of Qingyang Sect's pupils constricted sharply, and he coldly said, "How dare you!"

"Aside from Wen Tianren, you are the first Core Formation cultivator to dare speak to me like that."

"State your name!"

Yang Qingyuan sneered, "Lei Wanhe, a rogue cultivator from overseas."

Han Li, who was standing next to him, was stunned for a moment, his lips twitched violently, and he remained silent, standing quietly to the side.

"Heh." The young master of Qingyang Sect looked disdainful and coldly replied, "I thought he was some kind of trash."

"So he was just a lowly rogue cultivator."

"Hand over the Mysterious Yin Grass, or I, the young master, will make you suffer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he extended his right hand.

A ball of blue flame suddenly rose from his palm, radiating a wave of heat that caused the surrounding air to rise sharply.

Han Li, upon seeing the azure flames, also showed a look of surprise and exclaimed, "Isn't this the Azure Sun Demonic Flame?"

The young master of the Qingyang Sect was very satisfied with Han Li's reaction and sneered, "That's right, this is our Qingyang Sect's secret technique, the Qingyang Sacred Flame!"

"Ordinary Core Formation cultivators can only withstand this sacred fire for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before they are reduced to ashes."

Upon hearing this, Han Li's expression turned strange.

His surprise wasn't due to the fire's power, but rather because the so-called Qingyang Demon Fire, a secret technique of the Qingyang Sect, was exactly the same as the flames wielded by the Demon Flame Sect, one of the six major sects of the Southern Demonic Path.

After pondering for a moment, Han Li said to Yang Qingyuan, "Uncle Lei, Qingyang Sect is one of the top demonic sects in the Chaotic Star Sea. It is not something to be easily provoked."

"Or we should give them the Xuan Yin Grass first."

Facing the Azure Sun Demon Fire, Yang Qingyuan remained unfazed and said with a straight face, "This little bit of magic is not enough to scare me."

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Upon hearing this, the young master of Qingyang Sect flew into a rage. He immediately took a step forward, flames instantly coiling around his arm as he slapped Yang Qingyuan toward his head.

Yang Qingyuan didn't even use his natal magic weapon; he simply moved his mind and sent the Blood Cicada forward.

Blood Cicada flashed forward, thick blood gushing from his right hand, and immediately clashed palms with the young master of Qingyang Sect.

Blue flames and viscous blood mingled, evenly matched for a moment, neither able to gain the upper hand.

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