Chapter 52
Thumbelina
Luo Family Auction House.
In the auction venue, most of the Jindan Zhenren stayed where they were.
Most of them came for the Shattering Infant Pill, which was a precious sixth-grade pill that could help one break the pill into an infant in the Golden Core Stage.
Just like the foundation-building pill in the Qi refining stage, the golden pill in the foundation-building stage.
No Jindan Zhenren would give up the auction of Shattered Infant Pill for a piece of divine thunder wood.
Therefore, even though he saw Yan Qingyan and the other person leaving the box, he was unable to get away for a while and could only take out the communication jade talisman and order his men outside to intercept them.
On stage.
Luo Zi was absent-minded in hosting the event. These were the last two items in the auction, which should have been the most exciting moment, but the scene was unusually sluggish.
Luo Zi smiled bitterly in her heart. As the host, she couldn't even muster up the energy, let alone the guests in the venue.
"The starting price for the Shattering Infant Pill is one medium-grade spirit stone!"
"Five million mid-grade spirit stones!"
"A sixth-grade Golden Lotus Pill!"
"Ten drops of ten thousand year old stalactite!"
“…”
Only Jindan Zhenren was left in the venue shouting out the price.
Luo Zi lowered her eyes and sent a voice message to the staff beside her: "How is it? Is that person willing to trade the Spirit Cleansing Herb?"
The staff member shook his head cryptically and replied in a voice transmission: "That person was unwilling to do so no matter what price my Luo family offered. He has already left."
The box was not soundproof and they had no way of forcing them to stay.
If a big fuss happens at the auction, the Luo family's reputation will be ruined.
Luo Zi felt lost again.
It is really painful to have this long-desired treasure appear before your eyes again and again, but miss it again and again.
"Where are those two people?" Luo Zi asked again.
If you can take out one Spirit Cleansing Herb, maybe you can also have a second one.
Even if not, we can learn the origin of this Spirit Cleansing Grass from the two of them.
"After leaving Feilan City, he used a random teleportation symbol to escape and is currently missing."
Luo Zi sighed inwardly, did he really leave?
Yes, if he hadn't been prepared to escape, how could he dare to put the Spirit Cleansing Grass on the table for trading?
Everyone on the field also received the news and showed annoyed expressions.
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Feilan City
At the city gate.
The Tiger Hunting Mercenaries assembled again.
"Everyone, we will carry out the task separately this time. We must deliver the goods to the employer safely." Wang Hu said seriously.
He looked at Chen Qiang and said to him separately: "Aqiang, when you go home this time, don't forget to visit Yujiang Village."
"I understand." Chen Qiang nodded.
There are only a few brothers from the Tiger Hunting Mercenary Group in his communication jade talisman. My mother and younger sister are mortals and cannot use the communication jade talisman.
If you want to know about Ling Mochen, you really have to travel a long way back.
Chen Qiang was feeling a little expectant, hoping that Ling Mochen had really repaired his Dantian. It would be such a pity if such a genius really died in such an ephemeral way!
Wang Hu nodded, and the mercenary group split into two groups and left in their respective directions.
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Feilan City, the branch base of the Biyue Sect.
Feng Ning returned to his residence and took out the jade talisman for communication.
Dozens of light spots of different sizes continued to flash, containing a huge amount of information.
"Sir, the two have already left and their whereabouts are unknown."
"Sir, the identities of the two are being investigated. They are not from Feilan City."
"Sir, we have discovered that the house they rented was fake, and their identities and appearances were all forged."
"Sir, we found two people's tracks in Feiyuan Jungle. They were heading towards the Endless Mountains."
"Sir, ..."
Feng Ning sat at the tea table, tapping the surface with her fingers.
After a while, he issued an order.
"Find out all the cultivators whose Dantian was destroyed by Yin Siwen in recent years, and give me their current situation statistics."
"yes!"
Feng Ning narrowed his eyes. The thousand-year-old Hongmeng Purple Spirit Grass was refined into liquid medicine in such a wasteful way. Only someone with a destroyed dantian could do such a thing.
Who is it?
......
"Who sent you to me?"
On a secluded forest path, two men and women in black robes were walking.
The two men had ordinary looks, and the loose black robes they wore made them look even more inconspicuous.
The woman hummed a tuneless little tune, and her wonderful mood was obvious.
Yan Qingyan finally swallowed the bitter-tasting disguise pill again.
I even changed my clothes, just in case.
His cultivation level was also hidden using the Concealment Technique to the fourth level of Qi Refining.
After the two reunited, Yan Qingyan pulled Ling Mochen away towards the original destination. All traces along the way were covered, smoothed and erased by the wood-related supernatural powers.
The jungle is her territory.
Not only that, Yan Qingyan also deliberately used the wood-related ability to forge a trace of "the two people leaving in the direction of the Endless Mountains."
In just half a day, he completely got rid of the grasshopper behind him and escaped from the pursuit of everyone.
Without any worries, the two were no longer in a hurry to travel, and their journey became leisurely and natural.
Even halfway through, the bottleneck of their cultivation was loosened, and they were promoted to the eighth level of Qi Refining.
Yan Qingyan held one hand and stared at the palm of her hand intently.
I saw a green transparent shadow appear in the palm of her hand, like a porcelain doll, which seemed to be shattered in the next second if touched.
Her cheeks were crystal clear, as if carved from the purest crystal in the world, breathtakingly beautiful.
"Are you the Thumbelina in the fairy tale?" Yan Qingyan asked curiously, her voice very soft, as if she was afraid of scaring her.
Just now, she couldn't help but take out the remnant wood of the divine thunder and curiously input a trace of wood-related supernatural power.
Unexpectedly, I awakened a wood spirit that had been sleeping for who knows how long, and it was only the size of a thumb.
Pocket-sized and cute.
Yan Qingyan's heart melted when she saw this.
Thumbelina still couldn't open her eyes, but her spiritual consciousness sent a message to Yan Qingyan.
Her name is 'Amu'.
After saying this, Amu seemed to have used up all his spiritual energy, and returned to the remnant of the divine thunder wood and fell into a deep sleep.
Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen looked at each other.
There is actually a wood spirit in the remaining wood of the divine thunder. I have never heard of it before.
Yan Qingyan carefully placed it into the space wooden house and never dared to put it into the storage ring again.
"Qingyan, what are you going to do with this wood spirit?" Ling Mochen asked.
This was the first time he had encountered such a weak wood spirit.
"Haha~ Of course I'll take good care of it!" Yan Qingyan laughed and said, "This piece of Thunderbolt Wood was awakened as soon as it came into my hands, which shows that I have a connection with Amu!"
Ling Mochen nodded in agreement.
Qingyan has always had good luck.
This small wood spirit, which is only the size of a thumb, may bring them a different surprise.
The two of them strolled along the way, seemingly aimlessly, but in fact they had a clear goal.
There is a town next to Feilan City, called Leiyang City.
The underground fire here is strong, and it is a treasure land where many alchemists and weapon refiners gather.
Ling Mochen wanted to find out the information about the strange fire there, while Yan Qingyan wanted to find a powerful weapon-making master to create a magical weapon.
As for materials, she used her thousand-year-old spiritual wood.
In the Wuyuan Secret Realm, the core inheritance site, it wasn't that she didn't want a handy weapon.
But compared to using ready-made offensive weapons, Yan Qingyan would rather customize one of her favorite styles.
The ten thousand year old spiritual tree was brought into being by her using her wood-related supernatural powers, nurtured by the spiritual spring space, and fed with her essence and blood. It would be easier to use, as easy as using one's fingers or arms.
Yan Qingyan looked up into the distance and the outline of Leiyang City appeared before her eyes.
Almost there.
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