Chapter 669: Trading Conference

Gazing at the jade box in his hand for a long time, Han Li sighed and slowly put the jade box into his storage pouch.

Afterward, green light flashed on his hand, and that light green jade slip appeared in his palm again.

Should he risk cultivating this second Nascent Soul? Or should he wait until he had thoroughly comprehended the Xuan Mu Hua Ying technique spell before deciding?

After all, the risk and difficulty of this matter were not trivial, so he had better be cautious.

Deciding cautiously in his heart, Han Li immersed his spiritual sense into the spell and entered the state of self-forgetfulness again.

The door of the closed-door cultivation room was tightly closed, and Silver Moon was also quietly cultivating in another secret room not far away.

All other miscellaneous tasks in the cave dwelling were handled by a few giant ape puppets.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, more than a year had passed.

On this day, near the Zimu Peak where Han Li's cave dwelling was located, two long rainbows, one green and one white, flew over from the distance.

After the light faded, two figures appeared before the misty fog, exactly the two Elders of the Falling Cloud Sect, the silver-haired old man and the sallow-faced middle-aged man surnamed Lü.

Seeing the tightly locked formation restrictions, the two looked at each other and smiled.

The middle-aged man surnamed Lü flicked his finger, and a transmission talisman that had been prepared long ago shot out, transforming into a streak of fire light, and vanished into the restriction without a trace. At the same time, he turned his face and said to the silver-haired old man with a smile:

"It seems that since Han Junior Brother came back last time, he hasn't left the cave dwelling, truly cultivating with all his heart."

"This is a very normal thing, otherwise Han Junior Brother couldn't have successfully condensed a Nascent Soul at the age of only two hundred. It's a pity that my lifespan is nearing its end, and it's impossible for me to go any further on the path of cultivation. And I estimate you don't have much of a chance either." Elder Cheng said with a strange look.

"Senior is jesting. With Senior's age, at the very least, another one or two hundred years should be no problem." The middle-aged man hurriedly comforted him upon hearing this.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Lü! My situation, don't I know it myself? Perhaps before I was injured last time, living another one or two hundred years would have been no problem. But now, although my injuries have healed seven or eight out of ten, this part of the consumed vitality can no longer be made up for just by sitting in meditation." The silver-haired old man shook his head and said calmly.

"Senior!" The middle-aged man surnamed Lü's expression changed, and he still wanted to say something.

But the old man waved his hand, interrupting him and continuing:

"Even if I never fight or compete with others from now on, I can only barely hold on for fifty or sixty years at most. There is no need to comfort me about this; it is beyond doubt. Otherwise, why would I be so anxious to pull Han Junior Brother into the Falling Cloud Sect? And deliberately befriend him. You must know, under normal circumstances, even if one is anxious to pull the other party into the sect, one would carefully investigate the other party's background first. However, it has finally been proven that my judgment was not wrong. Although this person's background is a bit tortuous, he indeed has no other motives toward our Falling Cloud Sect." The silver-haired old man said slowly.

"Did the disciples sent by Senior last time really find out Han Junior Brother's background?" The middle-aged man surnamed Lü was startled upon hearing this.

"Not bad. Although Han Junior Brother was vague about his background, based on clues like his name, appearance, and origin in the Yue Kingdom, I sent a few disciples to sneak into the Yue Kingdom to inquire about it, and finally found out the approximate background of our Han Junior Brother. Speaking of which, you might not believe it. More than a hundred years ago, our Han Junior Brother was actually a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator of the former Yellow Maple Valley of the Yue Kingdom, and he was quite famous among the Foundation Establishment disciples back then. It is said that during the war with the demonic path, he killed many cultivators of the same rank all by himself. But later, when the Yellow Maple Valley was defeated, that old demon Ancestor Linghu, who was always as cunning as a ghost, didn't know why he looked away and treated our Han Junior Brother as a discarded piece. Later, this Han Junior Brother disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where he had been hiding his name and cultivating, until he suddenly appeared recently. He had reached the late-Core Formation stage and condensed a Nascent Soul in our Falling Cloud Sect. It seems that this period of blank time must have been another opportunity." The old man said calmly.

"Treated as a discarded piece. It's truly a bit funny. A disciple of the sect who is rare in a thousand years actually condensed a Nascent Soul from Foundation Establishment in a short time. I wonder if that old ghost Ancestor Linghu knows about this, will he be so annoyed that he jumps? After all, the Yellow Maple Valley's days in the Nine Nations Alliance are not very good now, and relying on him alone to support it is truly too strenuous. And if I remember correctly, he seems to be a cultivator of the same period as Senior, and he doesn't have much lifespan left either." The middle-aged man surnamed Lü hung a cold smile on the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically.

"Not bad. Old ghost Ancestor Linghu is even older than me. But this old ghost is proficient in the way of nourishing life, and his lifespan is relatively slightly longer. And relying on his name as a Nascent Soul cultivator, at the very least, before he passes away, the Yellow Maple Valley will not have any major problems. And I originally had the same worry about the Falling Cloud Sect. If I pass away, I am truly afraid that Junior Brother will be alone and unsupported!

"If we didn't occupy a spiritual mountain holy vein like Mount Mount Yunmeng, relying on Junior Brother alone would actually be enough to keep the Falling Cloud Sect prosperous and worry-free. But now, as long as the sect's strength is slightly inferior, I am afraid there will be many jealous sects jumping out. According to my original intention, I wanted to instruct Junior Brother that after I pass away, the entire sect should take the initiative to withdraw from Mount Mount Yunmeng, so as to avoid any major disaster for the sect. But now with Han Junior Brother joining, everything is naturally different."

"Although this Han Junior Brother looks like a bitter cultivator who only pursues the path of immortality and doesn't care much about the sect. But the more this is the case, the more at ease I am. As long as we win over this person well, unless we encounter a disaster that hasn't been seen in ten thousand years, our Falling Cloud Sect will be worry-free for another thousand years." The silver-haired old man twisted his long beard, looking like he had everything under control.

"However, although Han Junior Brother is a cultivation genius, he is still too young, and he has just condensed a Nascent Soul, so I truly don't know how his real divine abilities are?" The middle-aged man hesitated, but said somewhat worriedly.

"Hmm, I have this worry too. After all, there are also some bitter cultivators who are unwilling to waste time cultivating any powerful divine abilities, and only pursue the improvement of their realm. Such cultivators, although their cultivation is extremely deep, cannot defeat cultivators one or two tiers lower when fighting. Although I don't think this Han Junior Brother is that kind of bitter cultivator, it is better to test him. So this time going to the trading conference, I specifically chose to stay in the sect, and let you accompany Han Junior Brother on this trip." The silver-haired old man said with a mysterious look.

"So that's what Senior means?" The middle-aged man said somewhat enlightened upon hearing this.

The old man smiled slightly, and just as he wanted to say something else, the mist in front of him suddenly rolled. Seeing this, the old man immediately stopped speaking.

The middle-aged man also stopped speaking.

The surging mist parted to the two sides, revealing a passage on its own. The two did not hesitate and walked in side by side, their figures gradually submerged in the thick mist, and finally disappeared.

Three months later, the largest trading conference in Tiannan, held once every hundred years, was about to be held in the Yu Kingdom at the northernmost end of Tiannan.

The Zhentian City (Heaven-Quaking City) built in a deep mountain in this country was the headquarters of the Nine Nations Alliance, and also the only city of cultivators in Tiannan.

Regardless of whether they were men, women, old, or young, everyone living in this city was a cultivator with spiritual roots. There were six or seven old monsters of the Nine Nations Alliance above the mid-Nascent Soul stage in this city alone, enough to kill any cultivator who caused trouble or provoked them on the spot.

Therefore, whether it was the Righteous or Demonic paths, the Heavenly Dao Alliance, or the unruly rogue cultivators, no one dared to be too presumptuous and cause trouble here.

And one or two months before the convening of this Tiannan First Trading Conference, the Nine Nations Alliance, as the host, began to withdraw most of the restrictions of the city's famous protective formation, the "Upper Origin Extinguishing Light Array."

Because, at this time, some cultivators from far away had already arrived in this city, and even some impatient cultivators had already set up stalls in some of the city's markets, and there were truly other cultivators coming forward to ask for prices and trade.

After all, the few days when the trading conference is officially convened are indeed full of treasures and all kinds of rare materials, but they are definitely not something ordinary cultivators can afford. If you really want to buy some slightly rare and suitable materials, it is better to find and purchase them early.

The originally somewhat deserted Zhentian City soon became bustling.

It was just that the cultivators walking on the streets on both sides of the city were all cultivators with not low cultivation realms.

And the currency used for shopping and trading was only spirit stones.

The only auction house in the city, which was also an auction house opened by the Nine Nations Alliance, also began to accept various rare items for auction and valuation.

The entire Zhentian City gradually became hot.

When there was only half a month left before the trading conference, thousands of miles away, three rays of light were flying toward this city at a leisurely pace.

After the light faded, it was possible to see clearly that they were three cultivators, two men and one woman.

Among them, a cold and beautiful female cultivator was close to a plain-looking youth in a green shirt, appearing quite intimate.

And the other person was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt, with fluttering sleeves and an extraordinary aura.

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