Chapter 1364: Pill Book
Yang Yan didn’t answer, but everyone burst into loud laughter.
To these naturally gifted cultivators, that question was simply ridiculous.
Immortal?
Weren’t they cultivators already?
Only the woman was now staring intently at Yang Yan, as if waiting expectantly for his answer.
"Yes!" Yang Yan replied with absolute certainty.
"Good!" The old man suddenly shouted, then broke into hearty laughter.
After laughing his fill, he spoke straightforwardly, "A bet’s a bet! These things are yours, all of them are yours."
Yang Yan immediately thanked him, but he still waited for the old man to continue and didn’t put the items away at once.
Sure enough, the old man nodded in satisfaction, his gaze burning as he fixed it on Yang Yan: "I want to know, young friend, where did you get word of Immortals? It’s a pity there are too many people and eyes here, not the time to talk. How about we set a time to chat in detail?"
As the old man was asking for Yang Yan’s opinion, his palm suddenly flipped, and a square piece, slightly smaller than the one at his waist, was stuffed into Yang Yan’s hand.
"If you want to talk to me, write the place on this. I’ll come on my own."
Leaving those words behind, the old man didn’t wait for Yang Yan’s reply, and turned into a phantom that vanished into thin air.
Yang Yan cupped his fists slightly toward the spot where the old man had just stood and said respectfully, "This junior thanks Senior for the generous gift."
After that, he swept all the things the old man left straight into his Nascent Void, and decided to leave this place at once.
He couldn’t keep wandering around.
"A man of no guilt, yet guilty for the treasure he carries."
Although a Feather Spirit Sect elder had already spoken up before, wealth moves the heart. The items in his hands were enough for some people to risk everything.
Besides, not everyone who came here was aiming to pass the assessment and enter the Feather Spirit Sect; some were just here to try their luck.
Just as Yang Yan was about to leave, a gentle, melodious voice sounded behind him: "Fellow Daoist, please wait."
Yang Yan stopped and followed the direction of the voice with his gaze.
Although he had already seen this woman’s face just now, looking back again, he was still drawn to her beauty and bearing.
Her figure was slender and soft, as if carved with care from immortal jade.
Her temperament was cold and stunning, with skin like snow.
The woman spoke to him in a voice like heavenly music: "Fellow Daoist, would you be willing to sell this Immortal Elixir to me?"
"Well..."
Yang Yan’s expression tightened slightly; he couldn’t help feeling a bit troubled.
The identity of the woman before him was clearly not simple. If he refused to sell, he might offend her.
But this Immortal Grass was extremely important to Yang Yan as well; it could provide a considerable amount of Spiritual Power in a short time, so of course he was reluctant to part with it.
However, overall, given his physique, as long as the quantity was sufficient, lower-grade pills or related medicinal materials could still achieve the same effect.
Thus, in truth, his need for this Immortal Grass was not as urgent as other people’s.
Moreover, he also wanted to probe this woman before him a little, so he looked deeply at her, then said lightly:
"If Miss wants it, it’s not impossible. I wonder what price you intend to offer?"
When the woman saw that Yang Yan hadn’t rejected her outright, joy flashed across her face. She hurriedly said, "Since I’m the one asking to buy, of course I’ll show full sincerity. Fellow Daoist can name any price."
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Yang Yan’s mouth as he looked at the woman’s lips and said, "I don’t want money. I only want... heh heh!"
"No money..." The woman’s beautiful brows furrowed. "Then what do you want?"
She met Yang Yan’s gaze, seemed to understand something, her face flushed red, and she spat lightly, "Shameless."
"Since that’s how it is, then don’t blame me." Yang Yan turned around, ready to leave, deliberately muttering, "It’s not that I’m not selling, it’s that you can’t afford it, you know."
A glint flashed in the woman’s eyes as she said calmly, "In that case, forget it."
With that, she turned and left.
Yang Yan watched the woman’s silhouette gradually fade from view and secretly let out a breath of relief.
Acting so frivolously toward a strange woman was still a bit out of character for him.
But with the matter resolved like this, it wasn’t bad at all.
Yang Yan had no wish to linger, so he turned and left.
However, just as Yang Yan departed, the woman hidden in the darkness watched his receding figure with a strange smile on her lips.
Then she waved her hand, and a black shadow appeared at her side.
"Go investigate this man," the woman ordered coolly.
"Yes!" The shadow bowed slightly, then vanished.
After leaving the cave, Yang Yan used the strength of his body and sprinted all the way.
He could clearly sense several faint, indistinct auras tailing him from behind.
He gave a cold laugh, then abruptly drew on the Power of Space, shifting his position again and again under the cover of dusk.
After running a full kilometer in one breath, he suddenly ducked into a patch of darkness.
Very soon, a few curses drifted from behind him: "Damn it, we lost him."
Yang Yan smiled. After those people searched for a while and finally left unwillingly, he performed several consecutive Instant Teleportations and flew toward his residence.
Back at his lodgings, Yang Yan used Wish Power to activate the Nascent Void and lay down a barrier. Only then did he carefully take out the three treasures he had obtained and examine each one closely.
Today’s haul was truly substantial.
He first stored the Immortal Transformation Grass away with great care, to be used at a critical moment in the future.
With his powerful physique, this kind of herb didn’t need time to refine at all; he could simply ingest it directly.
Then he placed the black iron piece engraved with Immortal Patterns on his palm and carefully rubbed and studied it.
The patterns on it were identical to those he had seen on the black altar aboard the Netherworld Ship.
But after studying it for quite some time, he still couldn’t figure out what mystery lay within.
After playing with it for a while, he put it away.
This one would be kept for future research.
He had plenty of time anyway.
When Yang Yan’s gaze fell on the box, his eyes instead held a strong sense of anticipation.
Yang Yan carefully placed the box on the table, set both hands on the box’s lock, and gently exerted upward force.
Pa!
With a crisp sound, the box opened.
At the very instant the box opened, a faint strand of Great Dao light seeped out.
Bathed in that ray of light, a solemn feeling suddenly rose in Yang Yan’s heart.
Yang Yan was startled. The contents inside were actually guarded by the light of the Great Dao—clearly no ordinary item.
Since the light here wasn’t that intense, he took a deep breath, steadied his mind, and looked carefully.
Inside lay a scroll of ancient book, with two characters written on it in archaic script—
Pill Book.
Seeing the ancient book before him, joy surged in Yang Yan’s heart.
"You wear out iron shoes searching, yet find it without effort."
This ancient book had come at the perfect moment; it was simply timely rain!
Although his own physique let him ignore differences between pills and medicinal materials, he was currently about to take the Feather Spirit Sect assessment.
He had just been fretting over how to push his Alchemy Skill another step forward, to handle the potentially harsher assessment to come, when this book appeared out of nowhere.