?Chapter 904: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 901 The Ginseng King Convention Chapter 904: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 901 The Ginseng King Convention Seeing the two about to engage, the others instinctively stepped back a few paces and held their breaths.


    For them, witnessing a duel between Qi Refinement cultivators of such level was a rare sight indeed.


    But for Han Li, dealing with a Qi Refinement Immortal Cultivator held little interest.


    He simply stood there, hands clasped behind his back, calmly waiting for the other to make a move,


    The middle-aged man named Ma Yulin, seeing Han Li’s nonchalant demeanor, raged inside.


    Without another word, he lifted the small pitchfork, chanting incantations as his other hand formed incantations.


    Moments later, the small pitchfork trembled slightly and emitted a faint spiritual light, then suddenly turned into a streak of yellow light, darting straight towards Han Li.


    Han Li’s expression remained unchanged, and he had no intent of using a Magic Artifact, leisurely lifting his hand to release more than a dozen Daoist paper talismans from his fingertips, which instantly turned into more than a dozen fist-sized red fireballs.


    They sequentially met the yellow light.


    Ma Yulin saw this and sneered internally.


    His Yellow Wind Fork was a mid-grade Magic Artifact bestowed by his sect, not something that could be countered by mere fireballs.


    Still, even thinking this, he was not willing to meet force with force, to avoid any damage to the Magic Artifact.


    Immediately, he hastened the incantations with his hands, and the yellow light suddenly made a turn, intending to curve around the fireballs and attack from the side.


    Han Li barely smiled and casually flicked his finger into the air.


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    The fireballs paused at once, then gathered together in the sky, condensing into a chariot-wheel-sized cloud of fire.


    It then transformed into a fire python around ten meters long.


    With a flash of red light, the python shot out swiftly, coiling around the yellow light transformed from the flying pitchfork.


    Ma Yulin was greatly startled and hurriedly poured all his spiritual power into the Magic Artifact in an attempt to free the flying pitchfork.


    But after the burst of yellow light, it was quickly constricted tighter by the fire python, its spiritual light dimming in an instant.


    Even a series of low moans were heard, a clear precursor to the destruction of the Magic Artifact.


    “Stop!


    Fellow Daoist possesses formidable mana, Martial Senior Ma admits defeat!” The middle-aged man, sensing the bad turn of events and not willing to lose his Magic Artifact, hurriedly called out with a change of expression.


    Han Li, hearing these words, responded with a faint smile and pointed into the sky.


    The fire python coiled and released the flying pitchfork, then burst open with a loud sound, turning into tiny sparks that vanished without a trace.


    Han Li easily defeated such a highly cultivated opponent, to the astonishment and delight of the three ladies in the pavilion.


    Wu Xiaoyu, the large man on the opposite side, had a grim expression and hesitantly muttered to his Senior Martial Brother:


    “Senior Martial Brother Ma, this is…”


    “Forget it, Junior Martial Brother Wu!


    You saw for yourself, there is an expert present.


    Even using the Yellow Wind Fork didn’t make me a match.


    It just had to be your nephew’s fate,” Ma Yulin interrupted the large man’s words without giving him a chance to continue.


    He retrieved his Magic Artifact and found it undamaged, which slightly eased his mind.


    However, he was profoundly awed by Han Li’s divine skills and had no intention of further involving himself in this matter.


    Hearing his Senior Martial Brother speak this way, Wu Xiaoyu was naturally unwilling but realized that if his Senior Martial Brother at the tenth layer of Qi Refinement was not a match, he would surely fare even worse.


    What followed needed no detailed explanation.


    The two disciples of Incisive Spirit Sect left the mountain in frustration, descending and going their way.


    Cao Mengrong and the other two ladies, however, surrounded Han Li, curious about the spell he had just cast.


    Han Li casually came up with a practiced excuse and also explained some small techniques for controlling lower-level spells, handling their questions ambiguously.


    But then, the two Daoist-robed women earnestly sought Han Li’s explanation of some difficult aspects of their cultivation techniques, and he answered them with ease.


    Time passed by little by little, and as the day turned to evening, it was no longer proper for the three ladies to stay, so they reluctantly departed.


    The next evening, when the two ladies and Cao Mengrong came again, they found that the cottage was empty, leaving only a letter bidding farewell.


    After reading the letter, Cao Mengrong stood stunned.


    For some reason, Han Li’s abrupt departure left her feeling empty inside, an indescribable discomfort welling up.


    Her two Senior Martial Sisters seemed to notice something too and exchanged glances with each other.


    …


    Miles away, Han Li slowly flew on his Magic Artifact, conversing with Monarch Great Development in his Divine Sense.


    “Han Li, do you really plan to go to Jiangling Prefecture first to open up Feng’s Hideout?” asked Monarch Great Development.


    “Of course, no one knows when the effect of the Five Ghosts Locking God Great Art might fail, so naturally, I must first seek out Buddhist cultivation techniques to eliminate the Evil Qi.


    Otherwise, this issue, like a maggot clinging to a bone, will prevent me from peacefully restoring my mana,” Han Li replied languidly.


    “I advise you not to set your hopes too high on this.


    I have my doubts that a cultivator from such a minor family would possess a high-grade Buddhist technique capable of removing Evil Qi,” Monarch Great Development remarked indifferently, as if intentionally pouring cold water on Han Li’s plans.


    “I’m well aware of the situation.


    But Feng’s Hideout should be the easiest to deal with.


    If it’s possible to find what I seek there, then great; if not, I will have no choice but to search the renowned Buddhist institutions.


    But with my current cultivation level, the difficulty is certainly no small matter,” Han Li frowned and spoke slowly.


    “Hmph!


    Many simple tasks have become difficult for you after your cultivation was greatly reduced.


    If you still had the cultivation of the mid Nascent Soul stage, you could have simply approached the Buddhists directly, and those baldies might have given a Nascent Soul cultivator like you some face,” chuckled Monarch Great Development with a few hums.


    Han Li could only shake his head with a wry smile upon hearing these words.


    It is said that the Buddhist sects are particularly insular; even if he still had the cultivation of the mid Nascent Soul stage, why would they easily divulge their high-grade techniques?


    If necessary, he would have to find a way to infiltrate Buddhism and perhaps steal a text.


    However, the thought of having to convert and shave his head to blend into Buddhism left Han Li somewhat speechless.


    Perhaps it would be easier to seek a method to remove Evil Qi from the Confucian Sect.


    Amid his dejection, such a thought involuntarily crossed his mind.


    …


    Guanning Prefecture lay at the far western end of Liaozhou, a significant distance from Wuyuan Prefecture.


    Han Li navigated his Magic Artifact for a good ten-plus days before finally entering the borders of Guanning Prefecture.


    Along the way, Han Li didn’t encounter any high-level cultivators, only a few Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment ones occasionally flying by in the distance.


    Han Li didn’t engage with them; he just avoided them and continued on his way.


    After several more days of flying, the number of ordinary mortals on the ground thinned out, and the landscape grew barren, resembling the backcountry.


    But two days later, Han Li finally reached a place called Sun Cloud Town, landed his Magic Artifact, and slowly made his way into the town along a dirt road.


    This town was much more rudimentary than the others he had seen along the way.


    Not only was it small, but it also had only three or four crisscrossing streets, and the houses were mostly built with yellow mud and wooden slats, appearing quite dirty and chaotic.


    With a slight frown, Han Li walked on a dirt road in the small town, constantly glancing to the left and right.


    The weather was unusually cold at that moment, and anyone glancing at Han Li, who was merely draped in a scholar’s jacket, would find it out of the ordinary.


    Yet the passersby-ordinary mortals clad in thick fur coats-seemed utterly indifferent to such a sight, their faces void of surprise.


    Han Li’s face showed a contemplative expression as he sensed something odd.


    Suddenly, his expression changed as he saw two white-robed figures-one tall, one short-approaching from the opposite direction.


    These two appeared to be in their twenties, but the flow of Spiritual Energy around them indicated they were Qi Condensation cultivators of the seventh or eighth layers.


    After taking one glance at Han Li, a look of surprise appeared on their faces.


    When they were about three or four zhang away from Han Li, they stopped.


    The tall and lean young man suddenly greeted him with a respectful bow and asked, “May I know the distinguished name of the elder?


    Are you here to attend the Ginseng King Assembly?”


    “The Ginseng King Assembly?


    I’ve never heard of it.


    I am simply here because I heard there were numerous Spirit Grasses nearby and came to look for some Spiritual Medicines,” Han Li replied with a surprised look, not disguising the astonishment on his face.


    “I thought as much; the assembly has already begun a day ago.


    If you were here to attend it, you should have headed for Snow Tomb Mountain by now.


    It seems you’re just passing through this town,” the white-robed young man said with a sudden realization.


    “However, it’s not an issue.


    If you join now, you can still make it in time.


    This time, the assembly is jointly hosted by the three major families of Jiangning.


    The event not only offers numerous Spiritual Medicines for sale but will also auction several hundred-year-old plants and one thousand-year-old wild Ginseng King.


    The event is only half underway.


    The main auction has yet to begin.


    This will be much more convenient for you than searching for Spiritual Medicines in the wilds.


    Moreover, many Loose Cultivators and some small Sects exchange Spiritual Medicine Materials at the assembly, and our families do not charge any fees,” the shorter young man added eagerly, looking somewhat ingratiating.


    He was not just respectful because of Han Li’s apparent Foundation Establishment cultivation level; Han Li’s several storage pouches and spirit beast pouches were more than enough to ensure their politeness.


    “Three major families, could it be the Kong, Zhao, and Dong families?” Han Li’s eyes flickered, and he asked with some surprise.


    “That’s correct.


    We two are disciples of the Kong Family, specially here to welcome senior guests who have heard about the assembly.


    We thought that by now, there wouldn’t be any more guests arriving and were about to join the festivities ourselves.


    It’s fortunate that we encountered you,” the lean young man said with a smile.


    “So this town is under the direct jurisdiction of your Kong Family now?


    I notice that ordinary mortals here seem quite accustomed to cultivators, which is unusual,” instead of responding directly to the invitation, Han Li glanced around before suddenly asking.


    “Elder is truly perceptive.


    This town has been under the joint ownership of our three families for five or six years now.


    The residents here are all externally affiliated mortals of our families, hence their lack of fear of cultivators,” explained the taller young man.


    “I see.


    That complicates things,” Han Li hesitated briefly, his face showing a look of difficulty.


    “Is there something else the elder needs to attend to?


    Maybe you could tell us what it is?


    Perhaps we can help you!” the shorter young man spoke eagerly, an earnest expression on his face.


    (To be continued.


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