Fairy Eye

"Fourth brother, weren't you keeping an eye on that dark-faced guy? Why haven't you made a move these past few days?"

As night fell, a voice echoed in a secluded room in Qingyun Town.

Four people of different heights and builds were sitting together drinking. The one who spoke was a middle-aged man who was taller than the others when they were standing.

"That guy has been gone since he went up the mountain a few days ago," Skinny Fourth said, somewhat annoyed.

"Lost them?"

The second short man looked completely astonished.

He then frowned and said, "I heard that the Qingyun Gang mobilized a lot of people to capture him a few days ago, including a captain at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Could he have been caught by the Qingyun Gang?"

"They probably weren't caught."

The skinny fourth brother shook his head. "I've already inquired about this matter. The Qingyun Gang did send a lot of people, but they were almost all wiped out. Even Cao Xiu, who is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, hasn't returned yet."

Old Gao said, "You mean, he and Cao Xiu have been missing for several days?"

Skinny Fourth nodded and said, "Yes."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.

The plump woman said, "Boss, in my opinion, we shouldn't waste our time here. We've already got the goods, let's go back to the Immortal Pool to cultivate, and come back during the Goose Return Festival. Otherwise, we might not be able to handle that gang leader when he returns."

Liu Xihe, the leader of the Qingyun Gang, is a master at the peak of Qi Refining.

Although the four of them were all at the late stage of Qi Refining and could rival the leaders of the Qingyun Gang, if Liu Xihe were added to the mix, they would have no chance of winning.

"Alright, let's do as the third brother says. Let's ignore that dark-faced kid for now and go back to the Immortal Pool to improve our cultivation. We'll come back during the Wild Goose Festival."

Boss Gao nodded, stood up and said, "Everyone, pack up and we'll leave here first thing tomorrow morning."

Everyone stood up.

But the skinny fourth brother frowned, unwilling to accept defeat.

After everyone had left, Skinny Fourth disguised himself and went out alone, slowly walking towards the main street of Qingyun Town.

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Qingyun Square.

Today, Qingyun Square is bustling with people. The sounds of hawking, bargaining, laughter, and all sorts of noises mingle together, making it resemble a small town market.

Han Lin walked in, looked around, found an empty spot, and took out a golden talisman and some fireball talismans, placing them in front of him.

Before long, people came up to inquire about the price.

When he heard that two Fireball Talismans could be bought for one spirit stone, he immediately attracted the attention of a large crowd around him, and in no time, they snapped up all twenty of his remaining Fireball Talismans.

However, no one was willing to buy the remaining mid-grade Golden Knife Talismans because they were too expensive, costing two spirit stones each.

They were just independent cultivators in the early stages of Qi Refining, and they really couldn't bear to part with spirit stones.

Han Lin didn't set this price randomly; he had inquired about it at Jubaolou before coming here.

A mid-grade spirit talisman from Jubaolou costs three spirit stones, so this is already considered relatively cheap.

Seeing that no one was buying, Han Lin wasn't in a hurry and continued to wait with his eyes closed.

After a while, a middle-aged man at the fifth level of Qi Refining finally arrived. Upon learning the price of the mid-grade spirit talisman, he immediately became interested.

"Your talisman is reasonably priced, but I'm unsure of its effectiveness. Would you mind giving it a try?"

"Fellow Daoist is joking. Anyone who isn't a novice can tell at a glance whether this talisman is at the level of a mid-grade spirit talisman. There's no need to try. Besides, mid-grade spirit talismans are extremely valuable; once used, they're gone forever. Wouldn't it be a waste to waste them here?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man appeared conflicted.

He knew Han Lin was right.

Unless it's the first time using a mid-grade talisman, one can generally determine whether a talisman is mid-grade by observing the spiritual energy flowing on its surface.

However, the specific effects after activation, and whether it can release a lightning-fast flying knife as Han Lin said, remain to be verified.

"Well, it's not a bad deal to buy a mid-grade spirit talisman for two spirit stones. Even if it's not a throwing knife, it should be another metal-type spell that's not weak either."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll trust you this once. I'll take all the talismans you have."

"You want them all?"

Han Lin was overjoyed and immediately took out all eleven remaining spirit talismans.

"So many?"

The middle-aged man's expression froze, somewhat embarrassed.

"Fellow Daoist, do you not have enough spirit stones? Actually, I can accept it. I can use the blood of demon beasts to make up for it. One spirit stone is worth twenty catties of low-level demon beast blood, and one spirit stone is worth five catties of mid-level demon beast blood," Han Lin said with a slight smile.

"Oh? That's great! I happen to have some beast blood to sell!" Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression immediately lit up with joy.

He then used some low-level and mid-level beast blood to offset five spirit stones, and then paid the difference out of his own pocket, successfully obtaining twelve Golden Knife Talismans.

Seeing this, everyone around was amazed by his generosity, while some quick-witted people sensed a business opportunity and surrounded Han Lin.

Some people asked him if he still accepted animal blood, saying they could help him collect it in the future. Others simply took out their own animal blood and sold it on the spot.

Han Lin hadn't expected it to cause such a sensation. After thinking for a moment, he bought all the beast blood from the seller. Since there were quite a few sellers, the price was relatively affordable.

As for those who want to help with the beast blood, Han Lin doesn't refuse, saying that he will come here to sell spirit talismans whenever he has time, and everyone can wait for him here.

Everyone was overjoyed, thinking to themselves that the beast blood would finally sell!

Han Lin was worried that this would cause a bigger commotion and bring him trouble, so after exchanging a few polite words, he got up and walked out of the square.

As Han Lin was walking, someone suddenly followed behind him.

The person's robes were bulging inside, as if they were stuffed with many things, and he was wearing a straw hat on his head, making it impossible to see his true face.

"Not bad, fellow Daoist. You're actually a talisman maker? I misjudged you before." He glanced at him sideways and said with a strange laugh.

Han Lin glanced at the man sideways, his mind turning wary. "Do you want something?"

"Hehe, don't be so nervous. I've already said, I'm not a bad person..." The strangely dressed man adjusted his straw hat.

"I'm here to ask you what it would take for you to join our team."

Join the team?

Upon hearing this, Han Lin immediately understood the background of the person before him and said in a deep voice, "Sir, how dare you bring this up? If I'm not mistaken, all those rumors circulating on the street were deliberately spread by you! Do you know that because of these rumors, I almost died at the hands of the Qingyun Gang!"

"Ahem, of course, I only resorted to this little trick out of desperation." The skinny fourth brother chuckled dryly and admitted it frankly.

"But that's enough to show how much we value you. Otherwise, why would we put so much effort into you?"

"Oh!"

"value?"

Han Lin sneered, "I can't possibly accept such high regard, and please don't bother me again. I have no chance of joining your Four Eccentrics of Immortal Pool!"