Hearing this, Jiang Yun immediately felt troubled. He was a solitary person and did not like interacting with unfamiliar cultivators. However, thinking of the purpose of his coming here, Jiang Yun still said:
"Okay, fellow Daoist, please wait a moment."
Jiang Yun opened the formation and walked out of the house. After the female cultivator outside the yard entered the yard, she looked at the formation surrounding the house with shining eyes.
"Fellow Daoist, you are amazing. You actually have your own magic circle."
The gentle and alluring voice made Jiang Yun's heart tremble slightly. He quickly shook his head and said in a low voice:
"No, no, it's just a family legacy."
The female cultivator smiled and handed Jiang Yun a gift box with both hands. Jiang Yun took it reluctantly. With a casual sweep of his spiritual sense, he immediately discovered that the female cultivator in front of him was a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining, but in fact, her true cultivation level was already at the ninth level.
"Hello, fellow Daoist, my name is Wang Ruliu."
"Hello, my name is Mu Lin."
The two of them then chatted briefly in the yard. Seeing that the seeker had no intention of inviting him into the house, Wang Ruliu said goodbye and left.
Jiang Yun entered the house carrying the food box. He scanned the gift box carefully with his spiritual sense and found nothing unusual. It was just an ordinary spiritual cake, worth only a few spirit stones.
Jiang Yun thought about it, and then he moved his mind and a fireball burned it to ashes.
Ever since Jiang Yun met the female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect in the medicine garden, he has become more wary of this kind of female cultivator with a charming aura.
Next, Jiang Yun started shopping in Ziyang City.
He needed to buy a second-tier alchemy furnace and the herbs needed for the Xuanling Pill, a foundation-building elixir. He also needed to find out how to enter the offering hall and get close to the Purple Sun Divine Stone.
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"A second-grade alchemy furnace is really not cheap!" Jiang Yun touched the storage bag at his waist. A low-grade second-grade alchemy furnace had cost him several thousand spirit stones. It was more than double the price of ordinary low-grade spirit tools. Not to mention the mid-range and high-grade ones, which would probably only be available at major auctions.
Looking at the alchemy furnace with purple lines, Jiang Yun put it into his storage bag with a distressed look on his face. He didn't have many spirit stones left.
"It's time to sell some pills." Thinking that he still had some Foundation Establishment Pills, Jiang Yun wanted to sell one to test the waters.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yun turned around and entered a secluded alley. When he came out, a strange monk in black clothes, a bamboo hat, and a scar on his face came out.
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