Chapter 364: Liufeng Hall

Seeing that Li Mu's tone seemed somewhat disappointed, Feng He smiled and replied: "It is indeed so. However, this spatial magic tool is not an ordinary object. Even if there are no good things inside, just this magic tool itself is also something sought after by many high-tier cultivators. If you take it directly to a large auction, you should also be able to exchange it for quite a few spirit stones. This still doesn't count as getting rich!"

Hearing Feng He's words of comfort, Li Mu's expression did not change, and his eyes were always still on the green jade pendant he was holding in his hand.

He was now just a Foundation Establishment cultivator with no background. Holding such a spiritual item that could only be used by high-tier cultivators in his hand, it was also very difficult for him to explain the origin of this thing clearly. In case it was recognized by someone that this thing came from a demon cultivator, he would not be able to explain it clearly at that time.

"Senior Feng He, do you have any way to open this thing in advance?"

Seeing that Li Mu was still somewhat unwilling to give up, Feng He sighed and said: "This thing has already been added with restrictions by that demon cultivator. If I hadn't lost my physical body yet, erasing these would naturally not be a difficult thing. It is just a pity that now I only rely on my primordial spirit to possess the puppet, and I have no way to use too much magic power to forcibly erase the restrictions on it."

"Since even Senior has no way, then this thing can only wait for another day to see if there is an opportunity to open it." After Li Mu finished speaking, he carefully put away the green jade in his hand.

The next day, just as dawn broke, Li Mu packed his luggage and set foot on the return journey again.

Black Stone Valley was a full six or seven thousand miles away from Qinghe County, separated by several counties in between. On this journey, in order not to attract attention, Li Mu tried his best to avoid towns with many people and walked in places with few people and quietness. Just like this, after almost ten days, he slowly rushed back to Qinghe County.

When he arrived near Mount Funiu, the sky was already dark. In order not to alarm the family law enforcement team on duty on the mountain, before entering the mountain-protecting great formation, Li Mu specially put on the Hidden Spirit Shirt to hide his figure.

After returning to Mount Funiu, Li Mu immediately put away the long robe, bamboo hat, and other clothing he used to cover his identity outside, changed into the green Daoist robe he often wore on the mountain, and walked slowly toward the top of the mountain.

Just as he walked to the front of his cave dwelling at the top of the mountain, Li Mu suddenly stopped his steps and turned around to look behind him with a look of surprise.

"Seventh Brother, how exactly is your spiritual sense cultivated? I only approached you a little bit, why was I discovered by you so quickly."

Seeing Song Qingyu jumping down from the mountain stone behind him, Li Mu smiled and shook his head at her: "The Soul-Forging Technique cultivation method was already given to you long ago. Cultivating spiritual sense is not like other cultivation methods; one still has to put in some effort to have a harvest. If you are also willing to put in the hard work like I did back then, you will eventually be able to surpass me."

Song Qingyu walked forward, looked at Li Mu, and then looked at the cave dwelling gate that was still tightly closed behind him, asking somewhat doubtfully: "Seventh Brother, did you go out for a trip and just return from outside?"

Hearing Song Qingyu ask this, Li Mu also knew that she should have seen some clues about him and guessed that he had not been in seclusion in the cave dwelling all the time.

"Qingyu, there are many people and many mouths on the mountain. You just need to know some things. Never talk to others again about me going down the mountain. Do you remember?"

Seeing Li Mu, who always had a smiling face in front of her on weekdays, suddenly have a serious face at this moment, Song Qingyu felt as if she understood something in her heart and raised a pair of beautiful eyes to meet Li Mu's gaze toward her firmly.

"Seventh Brother, don't worry, I know what to do. No matter what happens in the future, I will believe in you."

Li Mu patted her shoulder lightly, and a look of relief slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he turned and walked into his cave dwelling.

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One year later, in the Xianfeng Building of Qinghe Market.

Li Mu was in a private room on the first floor of the restaurant, enjoying the delicious spiritual food on the table while flipping through the detailed accounts of the restaurant for the past few years. On his left hand side stood his nephew Song Xinghu, who had already become the shopkeeper of Xianfeng Building.

More than ten years ago, knowing that his lifespan was about to be exhausted, Li Quan finally let go before he sat down and passed away, agreeing to his granddaughter Li Hongyu and Song Xinghu becoming Daoist partners. The two of them, under the arrangement of Second Sister Song Qingwan, also officially took over Xianfeng Building three years ago.

After simply reading the account book in his hand, Li Mu smiled and nodded at Song Xinghu, who was standing beside him.

"Not bad! I thought that Qinghe Market was worse than before in these few years, and Xianfeng Building would also be affected. I didn't expect that you would increase some profits this year compared to usual. When I turn back, I will tell your Fourteenth Aunt and let her record a merit for your couple in the family's Golden Treasury Pavilion."

Song Xinghu, whose appearance was already that of a mature middle-aged man, bowed and thanked the family's Supreme Elder in front of him after listening, took the account book handed back by Li Mu, and retreated happily.

Not long after Song Xinghu retreated, Li Mu, who had almost eaten his fill, also stood up and left Xianfeng Building, coming to the noisy market street.

Over these years, because the situation over at the Mount Fuyun mountain range has gradually stabilized, many rogue cultivators from Qinghefang have left this place and begun heading north to seek opportunities. Consequently, business at the various shops in Qinghefang has slowly worsened compared to before, and some rogue cultivator shops in the market that were poorly managed have even begun to close down for good.

After strolling slowly through the crowd for a lap, Song Qingming restrained his cultivation base, put on a black bamboo hat, and arrived at a shop named "Liufeng Hall."

This was a shop that sold various low-tier spiritual items. The goods bought and sold in the shop were very miscellaneous; magic treasures, talismans, spiritual herbs, and elixirs all had a presence, but most were just the lowest-tier low-grade and mid-grade spiritual items, with very few things that were truly valuable.

Several mortal shop assistants were busy in the shop organizing a pile of messy spiritual items that had just been acquired. Seeing someone suddenly walk into the shop entrance, a young mortal woman hurriedly tidied up her appearance and went to greet the person at the door.

"Immortal Master, what do you need? Our shop has all kinds of spiritual items. Would you like to take a look at our newly crafted puppet beasts?"

After Song Qingming cast a sidelong glance at the woman, he did not pay her any mind and walked straight into the shop with large strides, saying to a young man behind the counter who was dressed like a shopkeeper:

"Is your boss in the shop? I would like to find him to help me see if this set of formation flags can still be repaired."

Upon hearing Song Qingming ask this, the shopkeeper, who had been engrossed in reading a book and had not paid much attention to the guest entering the shop, immediately looked up at Song Qingming and the formation flags he was holding, then pointed toward the back of the shop and said, "The boss is in the back hall; you can just go straight in."

After Song Qingming walked into the back hall, the shopkeeper's expression suddenly changed; he put away the book he had been very fond of and focused his attention on the shop entrance.

(End of this chapter)