evil tycoon

"This Yin Wind Mystic Palm is quite difficult to master."

"However, the most crucial issue of physical suitability is not difficult at all."

The most perfect way to cultivate this method is if one's physique is compatible with it.

Even if one's constitution is not compatible, one can make up for it through certain methods.

After reading it carefully, Han Ping'an smiled.

All I need to do is buy some more medicinal herbs to aid my cultivation.

Yin Lingzhi, snake blood, turtle blood, and something similar to Yin Jade would be even better.

First focus on Yin, then nurture the evil.

After looking at it for a long time, Han Ping'an put down the booklet and got up to go out when a customer came in.

Two days later, he had memorized the entire Yin Wind Mystic Palm technique.

In the backyard, while Gu Ming was away.

Han Ping'an mobilized the Yin energy within his body, his body shifting and his palms changing shape.

Swish! !

Snapped!

As the palm shadows shifted, a chilling wind swept through the air.

a moment.

Han Ping'an strode to the wooden stake in the corner of the backyard and slapped it down with his palm.

Bang!

The wooden stake trembled, and a clearly visible palm print appeared on its surface, with cracks spreading throughout.

Han Ping'an's face showed delight.

"Such power is beyond the withstand of ordinary Blood Refining martial artists."

The most crucial factor is the corrosive influence of yin energy.

Although it has only been two days, the yin energy he has accumulated with the Yin Essence Blood Jade is quite remarkable.

He had barely mastered the Yin Wind Mystic Palm technique, but it had already demonstrated its power.

He can no longer be described as "incapable of even killing a chicken".

"The yin energy in the Yin Essence Blood Jade can be absorbed by me for about another half month."

  

"I still have a fair amount of money on hand, enough to last me even if I don't find anything to mint for the time being."

Han Pingan looked up at the sun in the sky.

It was midday, and the sun was blazing.

In the past, the heat was unbearable under such temperatures, but now I feel cool and refreshed.

Cultivating Yin energy also has the benefit of being immune to heat.

Han Ping'an smiled and turned to walk towards the kitchen, where a fishy smell wafted towards him.

I had already prepared the medicine for the Yin Wind Profound Fiend Palm during my previous practice, and now that it has cooled down, it is just right to take.

This medicine has a fishy smell because it is mixed with the essence and blood of several kinds of beasts with yin energy.

It tastes really awful.

Han Ping'an frowned and swallowed it all in one gulp.

The body's yin energy circulates, gradually aiding digestion.

Although this medicine is not as effective as the Yin Essence Blood Jade, the latter can only be used at night when lying down, while the former can be used during the day to enhance one's cultivation. Although the improvement is small, it is still better than nothing.

in the afternoon.

They heard footsteps approaching.

"Welcome, Uncle Ping An..." Han Ping An stood up in surprise.

A middle-aged man walked into the shop.

Gu Ping'an is the owner of Ping'an General Store.

"Hey kid, how have you been lately?"

Gu Pingan was slightly plump, with a warm smile.

"Everything is fine."

"Uncle."

Gu Ming rushed over from the backyard: "What brings you here today?"

Gu Ping'an rolled his eyes at his nephew and said, "What, can't I come to my own shop?"

Gu Ming scoffed, "You're such a busy person, yet you still know this is your own shop?"

"snort."

Han Ping'an was not surprised to see the uncle and nephew bickering; it was a common occurrence for them.

His gaze was quickly drawn to what Gu Ping'an was carrying.

Two sealed cylinders.

What is that?

A thought flashed through Han Ping'an's mind, and he quickly said, "Uncle Ping'an, you've come at the right time. I received some rather special things a few days ago."

"Something special?"

The uncle and nephew both looked over.

Gu Ming asked in surprise, "What special thing? How come I don't know anything about it?"

Han Ping'an said helplessly, "Brother Ming, you don't really look at the account books much either."

"Oh."

Gu Ping'an let out a mocking laugh, ignored Gu Ming, walked to the front of the stage and sat down, saying, "What is it? Take it out and let me see."

Han Ping'an took out the pine needle incense candles.

He had already rehearsed the explanation countless times in his mind.

"Pine needle incense sticks".

"That day, someone came over with this thing, saying it could ward off evil spirits and was made from ancient pine needles. I didn't believe it at first. But that guy was also carrying a small ferret, which looked quite menacing..."

He gave a speech based on the reasons he had initially planned.

Gu Pingan and Gu Ming were both slightly surprised.

It's true that the needles of ancient pine trees can boost positive energy, but to claim they can ward off evil spirits is an exaggeration.

"Damn it, they dare to sell it for three taels? Is this thing even useful?" Gu Ming asked, his eyes full of doubt.

Han Ping'an's lips twitched slightly, but he restrained his emotions and did not show any abnormality.

It's definitely useful, but he doesn't know to what extent it can be effective.

Gu Pingan picked up a stick of incense and examined it carefully.

"Three ounces a stick isn't cheap, but if it really can ward off evil spirits, hey."

"Uncle, how do we verify it?"

Gu Ming quickly looked over.

"Simple."

"You guys wait here, I'm going out for a bit."

Gu Pingan smiled faintly, picked up two more incense sticks, put down the cylindrical container, and left the shop.

Han Ping'an was completely confused and looked at Gu Ming suspiciously: "Brother Ming, where is Uncle Ping'an going to verify this?"

A glint of insight flashed in Gu Ming's eyes, and he seemed thoughtful, but on the surface he remained equally suspicious: "I don't know."

"This guy is so mysterious, there are so many things I don't know."

OK.

Han Ping'an had no choice but to suppress his distracting thoughts and look at the two small cylinders that Gu Ping'an had brought back on the table.

"This is what Uncle Ping An brought back..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Ming had already picked one up, tapped the top with his finger, and immediately revealed a cut.

"Tsk, it's a white-winged tree insect."

Gu Ming looked surprised.

Upon hearing this, Han Ping'an was startled: "White-winged tree insects, aren't they quite rare lately?"

He knew about this thing.

Its name is Tree Worm, and it grows on white oak trees.

If you are poisoned, or if your wound is festering and difficult to heal, you can crush this tree worm and apply its sticky liquid to the wound to help it heal and remove the poison.

It is also a key ingredient in the preparation of a hemostatic medicine, making it a valuable resource for most martial artists.

A single tree insect can fetch nearly two ounces on the market.

"There are quite a few, probably more than twenty in the two tubes."

"There aren't many tree insects on the market lately, so the price will be even higher, at least worth fifty or sixty taels."

"It still has to be Old Gu."

Gu Ming was overjoyed.

More than twenty?

Han Pingan took the cylinder, glanced at it, and secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Old Gu's methods are indeed impressive.

He casually poured one into his palm. The tree worm was a rock-like grayish-white color, very small, about the size of a thumbnail, and soft.

A pair of white, fleshy wings folded together on its back, their surface resembling a thin layer of rock-like patterns.

Han Ping'an's hand trembled, and his pupils contracted.

Glug!

His throat bobbed, and he involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva. A look of surprise flashed across his face, but his expression quickly returned to normal.

Immediately, Han Ping'an calmly put the white-winged tree insects into the cylinder without changing his expression.

Not long after.

Gu Pingan returned to the shop, having left with three sticks in his hand, but returning with only one.

Seeing his beaming face, Han Ping'an and Gu Ming couldn't help but exchange a glance.

"nice one."

"Good job, Ping An kid."

"I'll buy it for three taels. This one can sell for at least five or six taels. If there's a strong demand, I'll sell it for ten taels."

"Hehe, I've already thought of several clients."

Ten taels?

Han Ping'an gasped.

hiss!

Three ounces is really not expensive.

"Uncle Ping An, how did you verify it?" Han Ping An asked with curiosity, also wanting to know just how effective this assistance could be.