Fairy Eye

"You don't need to learn the method of refining essence blood. I have a treasure here that I'll lend you. After you kill the Cloud-Winged Owl, immediately collect its blood in a bowl, and it will be automatically refined!"

As Ji Bai spoke, he took out a jade bowl that looked as if it were covered with blood streaks and handed it to Han Lin.

Blood Spirit Bowl!

The moment Han Lin saw the jade bowl, that name involuntarily popped into his mind.

He never expected that the Blood Spirit Bowl would come so easily.

It is worth mentioning here.

This mysterious senior, although he had been attached to Han Lin's face since Han Lin was born.

But in reality, it is in a dormant state most of the time.

In the past twenty years, he has only been awake twice.

The first time was when Han Lin almost died in the snow, and he witnessed the scene of the Eye of Heaven protecting its master.

I just felt that Han Lin was incredibly lucky, to have such a treasure actively protecting him.

The second time was at the Qinglong River, the moment Han Lin awakened his divine consciousness.

He woke up again briefly.

She was surprised by Han Lin's talent and began to have thoughts about him for the first time.

Both awakenings were very brief.

Therefore, he was unaware that Han Lin had a relationship with the Old Man of Withered Blood.

Little did they know that Han Lin was eyeing the Blood Spirit Bowl.

Otherwise, he would never have handed the Blood Spirit Bowl to Han Lin.

Even if the bowl has already recognized its owner, as long as he is alive, no one can erase his divine mark.

"Han Lin, this bowl is my treasure. You must keep it safe and don't even think about taking it! If anything happens to it, I won't forgive you."

Seeing Han Lin's intense gaze, Ji Bai frowned and reminded him.

"Yes, Master! This disciple is merely shocked by the bowl's abilities; I would never dare to covet it." Upon hearing this, Han Lin immediately snapped out of his daze and said with a look of fear.

"That's good. Speaking of which, I quite like you, otherwise I wouldn't have entrusted such an important matter to you."

"If you really like this bowl, then do your best. I have no descendants, so after I pass away, this thing will be passed on to you disciples."

Ji Bai nodded, his eyes full of kindness as he spoke.

A hundred years from now?

By the time you pass away, I'll probably have turned to ashes.

Han Lin smiled bitterly to himself.

This cheap master treated him quite well; if he hadn't been forced to, he wouldn't have wanted to take the Blood Spirit Bowl.

"Alright, Han Lin, I'm going back to seclusion now. Make sure you remember what I've told you."

At this moment, Ji Bai's rosy cheeks suddenly turned pale, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He stood up and staggered outside.

Han Lin got up to see him off. When he arrived at the door, he saw a huge white crane in the woods outside, with two saddle-like chairs tied to its back.

Ji Bai turned around and said, "This is a spirit crane from my Jiyun Mountain. Since your cultivation level is low and it's inconvenient for you to go out, you can use it for transportation. Just take it back from the Spirit Bird Bureau when you're done."

"Yes, Master."

Seeing how thoughtful the other party was, Han Lin felt even more grateful.

Watching Ji Bai disappear into the depths of the woods, she walked to Ling He's side and carefully sat down.

"rise."

Han Lin gripped the reins and said in a low voice.

The crane gently flapped its wings and carried Han Lin into the air.

High in the air, Han Lin surveyed the surrounding mountains, pointed to a low hill to the east, and said, "Over there."

The crane immediately understood and slowly flew towards Xiaoluo Mountain.

The speed of the crane cannot compare to that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator flying with a magical artifact, but it is much more convenient and faster than a Qi Refining cultivator walking on foot.

Before long, they arrived in mid-air above Xiaoluo Mountain.

Looking down, a quiet two-story building stands atop the mountain.

In front of the building is a small square planted with flowers and plants.

Although not luxurious overall, it is very quiet and elegant.

In the square, a young man, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old and was dressed simply, was sweeping up almost invisible dust from the ground with a broom.

Hearing a crane's cry from mid-air, just as I was about to look up, the crane had already landed.

Slightly startled, he dropped the broom, ran over, and bowed respectfully: "Are you Senior Brother Han? I am your servant, Luo San."

"Servants? Are there servants here?" Han Lin was a little surprised.

"Yes, senior brother. The steward said that your cultivation is of utmost importance, and it would be more convenient to have someone serve you." The young man named Luo San bowed respectfully.

Seemingly worried that Han Lin would send her away, she quickly added, "Don't worry, senior brother, I'm very sensible and won't disturb your cultivation! Besides, I've undergone rigorous training and can help you handle many trivial matters."

"Alright, since it was Steward Dai who arranged this, you can stay."

Han Lin dismounted from the crane. "Tell me," he said, "do you know how many cranes we at Jiyun Mountain raise in total?"

"Three!" Luo San answered immediately, afraid of being a step too slow.

"Three birds, how about this? This spirit crane will stay in our Xiaoluo Mountain. Find some time to go to the spirit bird place, get some animal food, and take care of this spirit crane. I may need it at any time."

Since someone was already taking care of him, Han Lin didn't want to send the spirit crane back to the spirit bird's place, so as to avoid having to make a trip again when he needed it.

"Yes, senior brother, I'll take care of it in a bit! What would you like for dinner? I'll make it for you," Luo San said happily.

"No need, you can eat it yourself. I'll let you know if I want to eat it."

Han Lin waved his hand and walked towards the small building.

"That's great." Looking at Han Lin's retreating figure, Luo San felt indescribably happy.

With Han Lin's consent, it meant that he could stay in the inner sect from now on.

Even though it's doing work serving others, it's much better than being a handyman at the outer gate.

Han Lin pushed open the door of the small building, and the entrance led to a spacious reception room.

He glanced at it and then went up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor is a huge room, complete with beds, tables, chairs, and all kinds of daily necessities.

Push open the door and you'll find yourself on the veranda. Standing on the veranda, you can see far into the distance, and the air is very fresh.

The overall feeling was quite good, but Han Lin stood on the corridor with a furrowed brow.

Such a life would have been considered divine in the past.

But at this moment, he was in a very awkward situation because he knew that this kind of life could not last.

He took out a jade bowl from his bosom and examined it from all angles.

This bowl has already been claimed by its owner and cannot be stored in any storage space, not even the Heavenly Treasury.

"I don't know if that cheap master is in seclusion or not. It might not be safe to leave now. If he catches the scent of the Blood Spirit Bowl and comes after me, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time explaining myself."

"Alright, let's wait a few more days. Judging from his tone, this healing will probably take quite a while! Otherwise, he wouldn't have entrusted me with the task of preparing the mysterious potion." Han Lin thought for a moment and then put the Blood Spirit Bowl back.

Actually, Han Lin had concerns.

It's not just about whether Ji Bai will pursue him.

I'm even more worried about the Old Man of Withered Blood; will he keep his promise after obtaining the Blood Spirit Bowl?

"No, I can't entrust my life entirely to that old devil. I have to think of a way to change this passive situation."

Han Lin's heart sank, but a resolute look appeared on his face.