The Confucian and Taoist Sages of Mortal Cultivation

After saying that, Yang Qingyuan hurriedly led Nie Ying to the second floor, holding the token, and entered room number eleven. He then took out a blank communication talisman, used his divine sense to inscribe some information on it, handed it to Nie Ying, and instructed her, "Senior sister, you saw it too."

"Cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect and the Joyful Union Sect have appeared in Yan Family Fortress; something big is definitely going to happen."

"You can't stay here any longer. You should return to the sect and explain the situation to my master."

"Then ask Master to pass this communication talisman on to True Person Hong Fu."

The message in the talisman was brief, but it essentially said that a cultivator from the Hehuan Sect was spying on the female disciples of Huangfeng Valley, and asked Hongfu Zhenren to lend a helping hand, considering that Dong Xuan'er was also in Yanjiabao.

Yang Qingyuan believed that if Master Hongfu saw this letter, he would immediately rush to Yan Family Fortress, probably even faster than Lei Wanhe.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qingyuan took off the spirit pet pouch containing the black dragon and said, "The treasure hunt will begin in three days. Only by riding the black dragon can Senior Sister deliver the letter back to Huangfeng Valley before it starts."

"And what about you, Junior Brother?" Nie Ying asked, her expression also turning serious, worried about Yang Qingyuan's safety.

Yang Qingyuan explained, "The Yan siblings knew that I was a disciple of a Core Formation True Person from Huangfeng Valley. If I leave now, it will definitely attract the attention of Yan Family Fortress."

"If we alarm the Yan family patriarch, it will only cause more trouble."

Upon hearing this, Nie Ying suddenly realized and said, "No wonder Junior Brother didn't reveal my identity as a disciple of Huangfeng Valley to the Yan siblings earlier."

"So it was prepared all along."

"In that case, Senior Sister, I'll set off now."

"Junior brother, you must be careful."

After saying that, Nie Ying took the spirit pet bag and the communication talisman, hurriedly left the inn, found Yan Ling again, and said that she had important business to attend to and had to rush back to her family.

Seeing that Nie Ying was not qualified to participate in the treasure hunt anyway, Yan Ling rode her double-headed geese and sent her away from Yan Family Fortress.

Yang Qingyuan pretended nothing had happened and went to the third floor of the inn to attend a small trade fair.

As soon as he arrived on the third floor, he sensed dozens of Foundation Establishment stage divine senses sweeping over him. He immediately looked around and surveyed his surroundings.

The third floor was very spacious, with seven wooden tables, which were now full of people.

A group of six Foundation Establishment cultivators dressed in the attire of the seven major sects of the country were near the window. They were talking quietly and occasionally taking out boxes and placing them on the wooden table to trade.

The cultivators at the other six tables were dressed in unusual attire, clearly not from the Yue Kingdom. They merely glanced at Yang Qingyuan briefly before turning their attention away and exchanging words among themselves.

Yang Qingyuan paused for a moment, then walked toward the seats where the Yue Kingdom cultivators were located.

When the cultivators from the seven sects of Yue Kingdom saw Yang Qingyuan dressed in Huangfeng Valley attire, they all stood up to greet him.

"This junior brother from Huangfeng Valley looks unfamiliar? May I ask which master he is?" One of the middle-aged cultivators, dressed as a Taoist, bowed to Yang Qingyuan and asked.

"I am Yang Qingyuan, a disciple of Lei Wanhe, a master of Huangfeng Valley. I greet all my senior brothers and sisters." Yang Qingyuan saw that the cultivator with the lowest cultivation level present was only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, so he addressed himself as his junior brother.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist priest looked surprised, clearly showing great respect for Lei Wanhe, and replied, "So you are a esteemed disciple of Master Lei!"

"I am Fuchenzi of Qingxu Sect, a disciple of True Man Fuyunzi. This is Senior Brother Shi of Yanyue Sect, Junior Sister Zhu of Lingshou Mountain, Junior Brother Bai of Tianque Fortress, Junior Brother Li of Giant Sword Sect, and Junior Brother Hu of Huadaowu."

"We're holding an exchange meeting right now, sharing what we have. Junior brother, why don't you join us and get some treasures you need?"

Yang Qingyuan had just obtained a recipe for the "Returning Spirit Pill" from Lei Wanhe, but he was still missing two medicinal herbs for refining the pill. He took this opportunity to search for them and agreed to do so.

After everyone was seated, Junior Sister Zhu from Spirit Beast Mountain took out a palm-sized white bird egg, placed it on the table, and introduced it, "This is a level one top-tier demon beast, the Wind-Piercing Eagle's egg. You can exchange it for a top-grade magic weapon. Only the finest quality is accepted."

"Once this Wind-Piercing Eagle reaches adulthood, its strength is comparable to that of a cultivator at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. Whether as a mount or a fighting spirit pet, it is an excellent choice."

Apart from Yang Qingyuan, the other five Foundation Establishment cultivators were very interested in the Wind-Pounced Eagle and took out several magic artifacts of good quality to hand over to the female cultivator surnamed Zhu for inspection.

After careful selection, the female cultivator surnamed Zhu finally chose a golden ring magic artifact.

Immediately afterwards, the cultivators from the Giant Sword Sect took out a rare piece of meteorite iron and exchanged it for five intermediate-level talismans.

The deal was soon Yang Qingyuan's turn.

Yang Qingyuan flicked his sleeve, scattering three white medicine bottles onto the table. He explained, "These three bottles contain Spirit Gathering Pills, Qi Harmony Pills, and True Essence Pills, all of which can enhance cultivation. In exchange, you can obtain two spiritual herbs: Seven-Colored Peony and Mystic Ginseng. Seedlings or seeds are also acceptable."

"If there are no spiritual herbs, you can also trade with a Foundation Establishment stage pill formula."

The Foundation Establishment cultivators present gasped in astonishment upon seeing the three bottles of pills that could enhance their cultivation.

Even the foreign monks at other tables cast their fiery gazes at him.

After all, once one's cultivation reaches the Foundation Establishment stage, the pills that aid in cultivation become increasingly precious.

Fu Chenzi of Qingxu Sect took out a jade-green medicine box from his storage bag, presented it to Yang Qingyuan, and flattered him, "I didn't expect Junior Brother Yang to be so proficient in alchemy."

"That's quite rare."

"I happen to have a young Scrophularia seedling here, but it is no more than a hundred years old. I originally intended to transplant it into the sect's medicinal field and cultivate it properly."

"Since Junior Brother urgently needs this medicine, how about I give you a Qi-Harmony Pill in exchange?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyuan opened the box and saw a yellow ginseng with intact roots. He nodded in satisfaction, picked up the white porcelain bottle in the middle, and poured out a Qi-unifying pill for Fu Chenzi.

Meanwhile, Junior Brother Li from the Giant Sword Sect took out a two-hundred-year-old seven-colored peony and exchanged it for an even more precious True Essence Pill.

Yang Qingyuan, beaming with joy, had gathered all the necessary medicinal herbs for refining the "Returning Spirit Pill" and continued, "Does anyone else possess a Foundation Establishment stage pill formula?"

Fu Chenzi and the others waved their hands repeatedly, clearly indicating that they did not have the pill formula.

On the contrary, Senior Sister Zhu from Spirit Beast Mountain looked strange and took out a yellowed jade slip from her bosom, saying, "I have a Foundation Establishment stage pill formula here, but it's not a spiritual medicine for cultivators, but for demon beasts."

"Junior Brother Yang, do you think this will work? I only need three True Essence Pills."

Yang Qingyuan took the pill formula and examined it, discovering that it was an ancient formula called "Spirit Feeding Pill," which was used by ancient cultivators specifically to feed spirit beasts.

According to the recipe, most demonic beasts can take this Spirit-Nourishing Pill, and with prolonged use, it can even help them improve their cultivation level. It is suitable for level four demonic beasts and is definitely the best pill for nurturing them.

Moreover, although the Spirit-Feeding Pill is an ancient formula, all the necessary medicinal herbs have been prepared within the Crimson Forbidden Land.

Just then, Yang Qingyuan's Beast-Nurturing Pills became less and less effective against the Ink Dragon, so he simply poured out three True Essence Pills and exchanged them for the pill formula.

Just as everyone was about to continue trading, they suddenly heard a commotion coming from the street.

The dozens of cultivators present all looked out the window.

They saw three Foundation Establishment cultivators dressed in Yan family attire leading more than ten cultivators in green robes deeper into Yan Family Fortress.

The group made no attempt to conceal their presence, attracting the attention of the cultivators along the roadside who stopped to watch and point.

"They are cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect."

"It seems their battle with the Yan family is over."

"Where does the Yan family plan to take these people?"

The Foundation Establishment cultivators on the third floor released their divine senses to scan the Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators on the street. Among them, one divine sense belonged to Yang Qingyuan.

The Ghost Spirit Sect members continued on their way, completely ignoring the others' investigation.

Yang Qingyuan's gaze was fixed on a cultivator among the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples who wore a silver demon mask and was shrouded in a black robe.

Both the mask and the black robe could easily block the detection of divine sense, so after their investigation, the group found nothing.

Yang Qingyuan looked puzzled and subconsciously touched his storage bag.

The reason was that in his storage bag was an identical silver ghost mask and a set of black robes, treasures he had obtained six years ago when he killed Wang Ping, a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Ghost Spirit Sect, during his trip to the Jiang Kingdom...