Fairy Eye

A man wearing a straw hat sat on horseback; he was Han Lin, who had come from Jiming Mountain.

He glanced into the town, then dismounted, patted the horse's back, and the steed walked towards the grassy area beside it.

Han Lin slowly walked into the street, his feet paved with bluestone. At first, there were few people, but as he continued forward, more and more pedestrians appeared.

The streets were lined with quaint old buildings, and occasionally small vendors would hawk their wares along the way. It looked no different from a secular town, but Han Lin discovered through his Heavenly Eye that many of the pedestrians on the street actually possessed cultivation.

In front of a tall building with a sign that read "Qingyun Inn," Han Lin looked up, then stepped inside.

"Sir, would you like something to eat, or would you like to stay at the inn?" Upon seeing this, a waiter immediately came forward and greeted him with a smile.

How much does it cost to stay at the hotel?

"It's not expensive. A regular room costs ten taels of silver a month. Of course, it's even cheaper if you use spirit stones. One spirit stone can last for three months."

"You accept spirit stones here?"

Han Lin was somewhat surprised.

"Of course, we're not your average inn. We have the Qingyun Gang backing us. They don't need someone like me, but they love me!" the waiter said with a grin.

Qingyun Gang?

Could it be the rogue cultivator gang that Fu Jiu mentioned?

I chatted with Fu Jiu before and heard him tell some interesting stories about his travels. Although it was his first time going out to train, he was not completely ignorant about the outside world.

After thinking for a moment, Han Lin took out a silver ingot and said, "Arrange a regular room for me."

When he left Guiyuan Sect, he made a point of exchanging some silver at Baibaotang, which now seems like a wise decision.

"Alright! Please follow me, sir."

The waiter happily took the silver, whispered a few words to a fat man at the counter, got a key, and led Han Lin upstairs.

The second floor was also a dining area, but it was still early and there weren't many people. The waiter led Han Lin straight to the third floor.

After opening a room, he handed the key to Han Lin: "Sir, please rest first. My name is Hu San'er. Just let me know if you need anything."

"Wait, I need to ask you about someone, a woman surnamed Song. She said she's staying here. Do you know which room she's in?"

Han Lin called out to the other person.

"Oh, you're looking for Senior Song? She lives in the innermost room." Hu San pointed to a room at the end of the corridor.

"Understood, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Hu San smiled, bent over slightly, and turned to walk downstairs.

Han Lin walked into the room and glanced around. He found that although the furnishings were very simple, it was clean.

After sitting alone for a while, Han Lin got up and went out to Song Tingyu's room.

Boom boom boom!

With a knock, the door opened from the inside, and a woman dressed in blue with a full chest appeared before Han Lin.

"Brother Han, you've arrived."

Upon seeing that it was Han Lin, Song Tingyu smiled gently and invited him to come inside and sit down.

Han Lin entered the room and sat down at a round table, asking, "Miss Song, where is Brother Wang Qinghe? Is he still guarding the place you mentioned that produces spiritual herbs?"

"Yes, he and I take turns guarding it, three days each. Now that you're here, it's the same. The three of us will take turns guarding it until the elixir is fully mature."

"Where exactly is that elixir?"

"I have a simple map of Yandang Mountain here, take a look." Song Tingyu took out an old yellow map and unfolded it on the table.

Some place names are marked on it.

Use dashed lines to divide the inner and outer perimeters.

Song Tingyu pointed to a place on the outskirts called "Wild Wolf Ridge".

"The location of the medicinal herb is in a secluded ravine in Wild Wolf Ridge, about seventy or eighty miles from Qingyun Town."

"Understood."

The map was very basic; Han Lin glanced at it a few times and memorized it. "Have you been to the inner area? Are there any opportunities there?"

Song Tingyu shook his head: "I've never been there. Let alone someone like us at the third level of Qi Refining, even a powerful group of independent cultivators like the Qingyun Gang wouldn't dare to enter the inner area."

"That dangerous?"

"Yes!"

Song Tingyu nodded and said in a low voice, "It is said that not only are there powerful demonic beasts in the inner area, but more importantly, it is shrouded in mist all year round."

"Even if you're at the peak of Qi Refining, it's no different from a blind man groping in the dark."

"Only when the Wild Geese Festival arrives will the fog dissipate, and at that time, the three major gangs will begin to organize their forces to enter the inner area in search of opportunities."

"At the same time, many daring independent cultivators will also go in to try their luck, so the Wild Goose Festival is also known as the Treasure Hunting Festival."

Han Lin asked in surprise, "Is that so? Miss Song, could you tell me more about the Wild Goose Festival and the situation of the three major gangs?"

"certainly."

Song Tingyu smiled gently and then began to tell Han Lin about the three major gangs and the Wild Goose Festival.

According to Song Tingyu.

The three major gangs in Qingyun Town are the Qingyun Gang, the Kuanglong Gang, and the Mojiao Society.

Among them, the Qingyun Gang is the strongest and has the most members, while the Kuanglong Gang and the Mojiao Society are roughly equal in strength.

The three major gangs monopolized all industries in Qingyun Town, and merchants doing business here had to pay tribute to them.

Also known as protection money.

As for the Wild Geese Returning Festival.

It begins in early September each year and ends at the end of the month, lasting about a month.

During this period, the mist in the inner area of ​​Yandang Mountain dissipates, and the spiritual energy begins to surge. People seize this opportunity to go inside to cultivate or seek opportunities.

Han Lin was quite interested in the Wild Geese Returning Festival, but it was only mid-January, and September was still a long way off, so he could only wait until later.

"Brother Han, it's my turn to guard the spiritual herbs tomorrow. I need to go over to hand over the duties this evening. You'll be doing the same. Come over and relieve me three days from now this evening. Is that alright?" Song Tingyu asked.

"No problem, but you must talk to Wang Qinghe about it, otherwise it will be bad if there are conflicts during the allocation."

"Don't worry, I've already spoken to him," Song Tingyu said with a smile.

"Okay, that's good."

Han Lin nodded in agreement. Seeing that Song Tingyu had run out of things to talk about, he took the initiative to get up and say goodbye, returning to his room.

He counted the spirit stones in the Tongtian Treasure Vault and found that, including the ones given by the Old Man of Withered Blood, there were a total of 330.

So he activated the Heavenly Dharma Realm and began his cultivation.

In the evening, Song Tingyu went out and walked north along the street, eventually leaving Qingyun Town and entering a dense forest.

As night fell completely, she arrived at a ravine at the foot of Wild Wolf Ridge.

This place should have been a river, but it has now completely dried up, and the ditch is filled with lush trees.

"Senior Brother Wang, I'm here." Song Tingyu walked to a large rock and called out softly to a hidden cave entrance beneath it.

Immediately afterwards, a man in his twenties wearing a yellow robe crawled out from inside, bending over.

"Junior sister, you've finally arrived. It's so boring being here all alone. Fortunately, from what I've observed, the spirit fruit should be ripe in the next few days. Once we get the spirit fruit, we can probably exchange it for a lot of spirit stones! At that time, our cultivation levels will both be greatly improved."

"Hehe, it's all thanks to you, Senior Brother. If it weren't for your sharp eyes, we would have really missed this opportunity," Song Tingyu said with a grin.

"Why are you saying all this, Junior Sister? We're not outsiders..." Wang Qinghe said, leaning forward and suddenly pulling Song Tingyu into his arms.