Fairy Eye

On the round table, there was a birdcage, a jade bowl covered in blood streaks, and a Nightshade Grass.

Han Lin quickly kneaded the Nightshade Grass into a ball, and the dark juice slowly dripped into a small jade bottle as he squeezed it.

Han Lin threw away the waste and looked down at the inside of the jade bottle.

"Less than 20%."

Seeing that the Nightshade Grass had little juice, Han Lin frowned slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he pulled out the last remaining Nightshade Grass from the herb garden. After a flurry of activity, the juice finally reached halfway up the jade bottle.

Han Lin then took a cloud-winged owl out of the cage.

According to the monster encyclopedia, the Cloud-Winged Owl is not very aggressive, but it is incredibly fast. Without special methods, not only Qi Refining cultivators, but even Foundation Establishment experts may not be able to catch it.

However, the Cloudwing Owl has a fatal flaw: it is born with a love for eating Dreamweed, and becomes drowsy after eating it.

The best time to capture this bird is within fifteen minutes of it finishing eating the dream grass.

The reason why ordinary disciples from the outer sect were able to catch it was because of this flaw.

Han Lin used a short dagger to cut open the throat of the Cloud-Winged Owl, letting the blood flow into the Blood Spirit Bowl. The blood of the Cloud-Winged Owl, which had just died, was full of spiritual energy.

Further refined by the Blood Spirit Bowl, it became even more crystal clear.

This was beyond the scope of fresh blood quality; the crystal-red, translucent blood shimmered at the bottom of the bowl, without a trace of bloodiness, but rather a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Is this the essence blood?"

Han Lin's eyes flickered slightly, and then he carefully poured it into the jade bottle.

The moment the blood essence and the medicinal juice in the bottle fused together, the juice seemed to boil, bubbling and rapidly mixing.

The original full bottle of mysterious liquid was reduced by half after fusion, leaving only half a bottle of black, sticky, and pungent liquid.

"Finish."

Han Lin relaxed upon seeing this. He sealed the bottle opening with a specially made stopper from the spirit wood, cleaned the table, took out a piece of white paper, and began to write.

Master's Respectful Appraisal:

Disciple Han Lin bows and kowtows.

As I pick up my pen, I am filled with shame. This departure without saying goodbye is truly the most rebellious act of my life. You provided me with shelter, bestowed upon me abundant resources, and showed me boundless care. Every time I think of you, my heart aches, and I can hardly contain myself.

The matter of the Blood Spirit Bowl is something I could never atone for, even if I were to die a hundred times. It's not that I don't know it's my master's most treasured possession, nor that I don't cherish our master-disciple bond. However, I'm afflicted by another's blood curse, my life hangs by a thread, and only this bowl can offer me a temporary reprieve.

The disciple has completed the task entrusted to him by Master, concerning the Nightshade Grass and the essence blood of the Cloud-Winged Owl. The medicinal liquid is ready, sealed in a jade bottle, and handed over to Luo San.

My journey is fraught with uncertainty, and my fate is uncertain. If I survive by chance and achieve success in my cultivation in the future, I will surely return the Blood Spirit Bowl, kneel before my master, and accept all punishments.

If I die and my path is extinguished, I hope my master will know that I am not entirely ungrateful; stealing the bowl was merely a means to survive, not my true desire.

These past few months at Jiyun Mountain have been rare moments of peace in my life. Master's teachings will be etched in my heart. I earnestly hope that Master will take care of his health and not worry about his rebellious disciple.

The sinner Han Lin bows again, weeping blood.

Having written this far, Han Lin sighed softly, put down his pen, and sat quietly for a long time.

He then folded the paper, put it into an antique yellow envelope, sealed it with ink, and carried it, along with the jade bottle, outside.

Outside a wooden house halfway up Xiaoluo Mountain, Luo San was meditating and cultivating when he saw Han Lin coming down the path. He quickly got up to greet him.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Han."

Han Lin smiled and handed the jade bottle, letter, and a storage bag to Luo San: "Luo San, I am very satisfied with your performance during this period. There are one hundred spirit stones in this storage bag. Please keep it."

Upon hearing this, Luo San said in disbelief and fear, "Senior brother, you mustn't do this. This is my duty. How dare I take your spirit stones?"

"Take it if I tell you to. I'm going on a long trip. Deliver this letter and jade bottle to my master's secluded retreat at Jiyun Peak. Wait until he comes out and then hand them to him personally. After you've done this, you can return to Xiaoluo Mountain to cultivate and wait for my return."

"yes!"

"I will obey my senior brother's instructions and personally deliver the entrusted item to the elder."

Luo San quickly accepted the gifts, feeling deeply moved by Han Lin's kindness.

half a month later.

Qingyun Town.

Several months later, Han Lin stepped into this place again, but his state of mind was completely different.

He wore a bamboo hat and ordinary black robes. His face had returned to normal, but a lingering heaviness remained between his brows.

The town remained bustling, with vendors hawking their wares along the streets. Among them were practitioners, some hurrying along, others looking around.

Han Lin walked half a mile along the main street, then turned into a side street and went into an inconspicuous old inn at the very back.

The first floor of the inn was deserted. An elderly innkeeper with graying hair was dozing off. Hearing footsteps, he immediately got up to greet him. "Hello, sir. Would you like to stay overnight or have something to eat?"

"Give me a quiet room." Han Lin took out a silver ingot from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The old shopkeeper's eyes lit up at the sight. He quickly put away the silver, took out a black iron key, and handed it to Han Lin with a smile: "The innermost room on the third floor is quiet and comfortable. Go and take a look first. If it's not suitable, I'll change it for you!"

"it is good."

Han Lin nodded, took the key, and went upstairs.

A moment later, he arrived at a guest room on the third floor and opened the door with his key.

The room wasn't big and the furnishings were simple, but it was quite clean. There was a window facing the backyard of the inn, away from the noisy street.

Han Lin locked the door from the inside, took off his straw hat, placed it on the table, and slowly sat down, lost in thought.

There are three things he is currently concerned about.

The most important matter is undoubtedly that of the Old Man of Withered Blood. He will not have peace of mind until the restriction in his mind is removed.

But so far, he has not found a suitable person to help him solve this problem, nor does he have the financial resources to hire such an expert.

The second thing is that I rashly took the Blood Spirit Bowl. Will my cheap master be so angry after he comes out of seclusion that he vomits blood and then sends people to hunt me down?

After all, this bowl is truly precious, and probably no one would give it up easily.

The last thing was the Huang family's hidden treasure.

He had obtained the treasure map for so long but made no progress. He could only try to find a way through that descendant of the Huang family, but he could never meet him.

Besides these three major issues, there are two minor issues that are also giving Han Lin a headache.

Back then, when I took Ye Jianling away, I offended that slovenly old man. I wonder if he has left Qingyun Town. I hope I don't run into him again.

Otherwise, it might cause some trouble.

Finally, there's the matter of the Qingyun Gang. Although I've already reached the seventh level of Qi Refining, I wouldn't be instantly killed even if I faced a hall master.

But I've heard that the leader of the Qingyun Gang is a genuine peak Qi Refining expert. If he finds out, I might have to return to Qingyun Town...

"Ugh, my head hurts!"

Thinking of this, Han Lin couldn't help but rub his forehead.

My head feels like a jumbled mess, with so many things to deal with, and I don't know where to begin.

Han Lin was unaware of this.

Just as he was suffering from a terrible headache, his cheap master also finished his recuperation and came out of the cave.

Ji Bai was dressed in an antique yellow robe, his posture was straight, and the wrinkles on his face had become shallower, making him look much younger than before.

His expressionless face gave him a somewhat aloof air.