?Chapter 905: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 902 The Person in the Coffin Chapter 905: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 902 The Person in the Coffin “`


    “It’s nothing, we can talk about this matter later.


    Since there is such a grand event, I’d better go over and take a look,” Han Li pondered for a moment before speaking evenly.


    “Very well, then I will lead the way for you, senior,” the short youth replied with a smile after exchanging glances with the other.


    Subsequently, the two each took out a disk-shaped Magic Artifact from their bodies, tossed them into the air, and jumped on top.


    When Han Li saw this, he casually threw out a shining flying sword, and after a flicker of his figure, he was on top of it as well.


    “Senior’s Magic Artifact is actually an elementary high-grade flying sword, you must be an Inner Disciple out on a training mission from one of the large sects, right?


    Otherwise, such high-quality items are definitely not something ordinary disciples could obtain as a reward from their sect,” the tall youth remarked in surprise after glancing at Han Li’s flying sword.


    The short youth next to him wore an envious expression on his face.


    “Hehe!


    In my sect, we have rules that prohibit casually revealing information about the sect during training missions.


    You two fellow Taoists should not try to get more words out of me,” Han Li chuckled softly, directly deflecting the subject.


    The two were hit right on the nail about their intentions by Han Li’s response and felt a bit embarrassed, but this made them even more certain that Han Li truly was a disciple from a major sect.


    Their demeanor grew more respectful.


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    The three below controlled their artifacts to fly up, activating the artifacts and flying towards the southern part of the town.


    This so-called “Snow Tomb Mountain” was not very far from the town, and at the town, one could already faintly see the stretch of dark mountain peaks.


    The Snow Tomb Mountain should actually be called the Snow Tomb Mountain Range, stretching for thousands of miles, it is also considered one of the most prominent mountain ranges within Liaozhou.


    Moreover, it’s said that within the deep parts of the mountain range, demons and ghosts haunt, and not to mention ordinary mortals, even cultivators with high cultivation levels have sometimes mysteriously disappeared within the mountains.


    However, when the missing cultivators’ friends, relatives, and their fellow sect members came in groups to search, they would scour a big part of the mountain range without finding any anomalies.


    But later, there would still be cultivators who continued to disappear within the mountain range.


    Thankfully, not everyone who passed through the mountain range disappeared, and most of those who vanished were low-level cultivators from Liaozhou.


    Near the outskirts of the mountain range, it was safe and sound.


    As such, after repeated warnings and admonishments, local cultivators no longer ventured deep into this mountain.


    Incidents of disappearance immediately became scarce.


    Gradually, no one sought to investigate the abnormalities deep within the mountain range anymore.


    The Participation King Conference, hosted by the three great wealthy families of Jiangning, of course, could not possibly be held deep within the mountain range but on a tall peak right on the outskirts, close to the town’s direction.


    As Han Li looked towards the top of the mountain peak from the air, he saw a large array of exquisitely beautiful pavilions and palaces appearing at the top of the peak, his eyes flickering a few times.


    He saw at a glance that these buildings were exceptionally new, clearly having been established only recently, and his face involuntarily revealed a thoughtful expression.


    “We’ve arrived, senior, here it is.


    All Foundation Establishment cultivators attending will be assigned individual rooms, while elders above Core Formation will have a separate loft to ensure a good rest for all seniors,” the tall youth introduced somewhat obsequiously, pointing below.


    Han Li nodded, not saying much more.


    However, he quietly released his Divine Sense and carefully swept across this area, his brows unintentionally furrowing slightly a€“ there was actually a Nascent Soul cultivator here.


    It was unclear if that person was a cultivator here to attend the event or if it was the Patriarch Kong mentioned by Feng Zhen before his death.


    The power of the Great Jin’s wealthy families really couldn’t be underestimated.


    To think that the highest cultivation within the Immortal cultivation clans of Tian Luo was only up to the mid or late stage of Core Formation.


    Nascent Soul experts were something Tian Luo’s Immortal cultivation clans simply could not cultivate.


    However, something unexpected caught his attention; this Nascent Soul cultivator’s aura faintly contained a trace of corpse qi within.


    Although very light and cunningly masked, Han Li’s Divine Sense was too far superior to the other party.


    Even with the other party’s painstaking effort, he was still able to detect a hint under careful observation.


    Could this person be cultivating a Devilish and heretical technique?


    If he remembered correctly, Kong Family hailed from the Confucian Sect’s famously reputable Heavenly Saint Sect, and to this day, they are still supported by this Sect.


    Regardless of whether or not this Nascent Soul cultivator was Patriarch Kong, just by associating with such figures, it seemed quite inappropriate for the Kong Family.


    Reflecting on this, Han Li followed the two and landed at the entrance of the manor, only to be immediately greeted by four cultivators in dark blue robes walking out from the main gate.


    …


    Almost at the same time, in a secret chamber twenty or so zhang underground, the lid of a coffin as black as ink shifted slightly, then a hand as pure white as jade reached out from the gap and gently pushed the lid.


    A man in a yellow robe wearing a jade crown suddenly sat up inside.


    This man, appearing to be in his thirties with distinctive features, had a look of astonishment and doubt on his face.


    “What’s going on, just now I felt a sudden alarm, could it be that someone is spying on me?” the man muttered to himself.


    After hesitating for a moment, he cautiously released his Divine Sense, scanning the entire mountain peak from top to bottom; he paid special attention to the cultivators in the manor.


    But after a while, the man found nothing and did not sense any other Nascent Soul experts, furrowing his brows in deep contemplation.


    “`


    “Perhaps it’s just some undying old man who passed by and casually probed the area,” the man with the jade crown muttered to himself as he once again lay down inside the coffin and the lid closed by itself.


    The chamber once again became tranquil.


    On the ground, Han Li had been led by a blue-robed cultivator to a huge square in the middle of the estate.


    The square was teeming with cultivators wearing various garments, numbering up to five or six hundred.


    However, these cultivators were separated into several groups, congregating in clearly demarcated areas, either engaged in discussion or in the act of exchanging items.


    Around the perimeter of the square were stalls of various sizes, some set upon tables, others laid directly on the ground, creating quite a bustling scene.


    Han Li gave a knowing smile, which reminded him of his early days when he first entered the realm of immortal cultivators and attended the small gathering at Tian Luo.


    Thinking back, it was truly nostalgic!


    What surprised Han Li somewhat was that in the center of the square stood a huge tent hastily erected, flashing with white light-it was actually a Magic Artifact-and the tent spanned over a hundred meters across, with people coming and going at the entrance.


    Glancing around, Han Li noticed that on both sides of the square stood two azure stone temples, each also shimmering with a mysterious light.


    Although there were cultivators inside, they were sparser compared to those in the square and around the middle tent.


    Some cultivators were hesitantly loitering at the entrance of the temples, while others whispered hurriedly to their companions.


    Those who had the privilege to be here, besides some low-level disciples of the three families, were naturally cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Stage.


    Even Core Formation experts were plentiful-over a dozen detected by Han Li’s Divine Sense.


    The scale of this gathering rivaled Tian Luo’s first-rate factions, and this was just a trade fair held by some local wealthy families in the Great Jin.


    Pondering inwardly, Han Li felt somewhat astonished.


    He had been informed by the welcoming disciples before entering: the morning was free-trade time, and the auction would not begin until the afternoon.


    If they had any rare materials or precious items, they could hand them over to the auction beforehand.


    The designated duration of the trade fair was three days, and it just so happened that today was the second day.


    The marquee auction of the thousand-year-old Ginseng King would take place on the third day.


    It was probable that the Core Formation cultivators who came here were all drawn by that item.


    After looking around for a moment, Han Li casually strolled into the square.


    As a newly added Foundation Establishment cultivator, although his face was quite unfamiliar, no one paid him any attention.


    Once inside, Han Li also immediately blended in as just an ordinary cultivator.


    As expected, the items on the surrounding stalls were uninspiring.


    Perhaps some items held a certain appeal to those at the Foundation Establishment or Core Formation Stages, but for Han Li, who had handled countless rare materials, the interest was not great.


    The only stalls that could make him pause were those with peculiar-looking Magic Artifacts or materials.


    However, such items were not abundant.


    After carefully examining them, Han Li recognized the origins of most.


    The remaining items, although completely unfamiliar to him, also seemed of no particular research value.


    After spending quite some time wandering around and finding nothing, Han Li was about to head toward the central tent to see what items the sects were selling when suddenly, his expression shifted, and he turned around alertly.


    Two meters behind him stood an elderly man with sharp ears and monkey cheeks looking at Han Li with some astonishment, possessing the cultivation of the early Foundation Establishment Stage.


    “Fellow Daoist, it seems you have been following me for quite a while now.


    Could it be that you recognize Han Li?” his eyes flashed coldly as Han Li spoke indifferently.


    “Fellow Daoist, please don’t misunderstand.


    I, Jin Yuan, have no intentions of causing you harm; I was merely curious.


    Although this is my first time meeting you, I admire the way you seem to have an encyclopedic knowledge of all these items,” the old man said with an awkward laugh, but then explained as if nothing had happened.


    “Oh!


    I didn’t expect you to be so observant, Fellow Daoist.


    But surely you didn’t follow me this long just to say these things,” Han Li replied, unmoved.


    “Hehe.


    It seems Fellow Daoist is perceptive.


    Actually, besides curiosity, this old man does indeed have a favor to ask.”


    “What is it?


    Let’s hear it,” Han Li said, with his arms crossed and an expressionless face.


    “I have a rare and valuable treasure here that I have not been able to determine its purpose or origin.


    I would like you to appraise it.


    Of course, if Fellow Daoist recognizes its value, I am willing to sell it to you on the spot.


    I am sure with your wealth, you would undoubtedly be able to afford it,” the old man eyed Han Li’s spirit beast pouch and storage pouch, smiling with his eyes narrowed into slits.


    “A rare and valuable treasure?” Han Li’s eyebrows furrowed, and he circled the old man with his gaze.


    “Alright.


    Since Fellow Daoist has followed me for so long with sincerity, I see no harm in taking a look.


    Let’s find a private room to talk.


    It just so happens that I also have some matters for which I wish to seek information,” Han Li nodded and then pointed at a certain side hall nearby.


    “A private room?


    That will cost a Spirit Stone, which is a bit extravagant,” the old man hesitated upon hearing this.


    “It’s all right, I’ll cover the cost of the Spirit Stone.


    I only hope, Fellow Daoist, that your treasure will not disappoint me,” Han Li said, staring at the old man with a faint smile.


    (The first update.


    Sweating, I still haven’t closed my eyes for sleep, I’ll go to bed first.


    Hehe!


    Without updating this chapter, you might think I’m dragging my feet, but I have been working hard!)


    (To be continued.


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