The shape of Yin Yang Island resembles a circle, and it is the main altar of the Hehuan Sect.
The Hehuan Sect has been established for more than 500 years. It has one Nascent Soul cultivator, more than 20 Jindan cultivators, and tens of thousands of disciples. It has a say in the territory of Penglai Island. Outside the sphere of influence of Penglai Island, the Hehuan Sect's influence is small.
In the northwest corner of Yinyang Island, inside a palace with golden bricks and glazed tiles.
An old man in a black robe with a thin figure and sunken eyes was sitting on the main seat, and a middle-aged man with a hunchback was reporting the situation to the old man in the black robe.
The old man in black robe is none other than Hehuan’s ancestor Liu Huan, who is in the early Nascent Soul stage.
More than five hundred years ago, Liu Huan, who was in the late Jindan stage, founded the Hehuan Sect with his good friends. After more than five hundred years of development, Liu Huan successfully advanced to the Yuanying stage and had tens of thousands of disciples to command.
Relatively speaking, it is much easier for a sect to grow and develop than a family. The sect's disciples come from a wide range of backgrounds, with all kinds of surnames, while the children of a family of immortal cultivators mostly have the same surname. If a family of immortal cultivators wants to grow and develop, the base number of immortal cultivators is a factor that cannot be ignored.
"Uncle Liu, Junior Brother Qin and Junior Sister Liu's soul lamps have gone out. They went to the Righteous Alliance's territory to purchase a batch of immortal cultivation resources."
The middle-aged man said cautiously.
The natal soul lamp is a special magic weapon. The cultivator uses a secret method to leave a special mark and ignite the natal soul lamp. If the cultivator dies, no matter how far away he is, the natal soul lamp will go out.
"Do they often go out to purchase? Have we provoked any enemies recently?"
Liu Huan frowned and asked, "During the heyday of the Hehuan Sect, there were two Nascent Soul cultivators. However, the struggle in the outer sea was fierce, and another Nascent Soul cultivator of the Hehuan Sect died at the hands of hostile forces."
"They have been in seclusion for more than ten years and have just come out. They used to work in purchasing, but..."
The middle-aged man hesitated to speak, looking nervous.
Liu Huan's face darkened and he asked, "But what? Did they steal our sect's treasure?"
"That's not the case, but they had some maps of Feixian Island with them. When they died, the maps fell into the hands of others."
The middle-aged man looked terrified. More than ten thousand years ago, a large-scale beast tide broke out in the outer sea. Only one in ten human cultivators survived, with heavy casualties. Feixian Island is the headquarters of an immortal cultivation sect, the Feixian Sect, and it has a special geographical location. Storms often break out in the sea area where Feixian Island is located, and few cultivators will go there.
All the disciples of Feixian Sect died in that large beast tide. After repelling the attack of the monsters, the human race did not care about Feixian Island and wanted to retake other large islands first. Over time, Feixian Sect disappeared in the long river of history.
By chance, a disciple of the Hehuan Sect obtained the inheritance of the elder of the Feixian Sect, and then discovered the existence of Feixian Island. However, the restriction was too strong, and he was unable to break it and return to the Hehuan Sect to report the news.
Liu Huan has high expectations for Feixian Island, as it is the guarantee for him to advance to the late Nascent Soul stage.
"How did they get a partial map of Feixian Island? Who gave it to them?"
Liu Huan's face turned cold and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
The middle-aged man shuddered and quickly explained, "Junior Brother Chen who discovered Feixian Island is the cousin of Junior Brother Qin's eldest disciple. Junior Brother Chen copied a map for Junior Brother Qin, but Junior Brother Qin only knew the location of Feixian Island and did not know the specific situation of Feixian Island."
"Are you sure?"
Liu Huan's eyes were gloomy. He could have taken all the treasures of an entire sect for himself, but now that the news had leaked out, he would be in trouble.
“Maybe!”
The middle-aged man hesitated, not sure.
"Investigate this matter immediately. The fewer people who know about the existence of Feixian Island, the better. Anyone who leaks this information will be killed without mercy."
Liu Huan said coldly, his face full of murderous intent.
The middle-aged man said yes repeatedly, he also knew the importance of Feixian Island.
"Send someone to contact Fellow Daoist Sun immediately. It looks like we have to go to Feixian Island to search for treasures ahead of time. If the news gets to the Three Immortals of Penglai, we'll be lucky to have a bite of soup to drink. First, get the Feixian Sect's treasures and then look for the murderer."
Liu Huan ordered, his tone serious.
The Three Immortals of Penglai are the rulers of Penglai Island and are also well-known figures in the open sea. If they knew the news of Feixian Island, they would definitely go to the island to search for treasure.
If a disciple died in the territory of the Righteous Alliance, it would be difficult to trace him. Relatively speaking, the relics of the Feixian Sect are more important.
"Yes, Uncle Liu."
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Qinghu Island, a secret room.
Han Changming sat cross-legged on a cushion, his body covered in a yellow glow.
At this moment, a sound transmission note flew in. Han Changming had some realizations. The yellow glow on his body dissipated and he opened his eyes.
He looked at the sound transmission note in front of him and frowned.
He greeted Ye Xin and told her that it was nothing important and that she should not disturb him from practicing.
It is impossible for Ye Xin to not know the seriousness of the matter, unless something important happened in the family.
He crushed the sound transmission note, and Ye Xin's urgent voice suddenly rang out: "Husband, something terrible has happened. Something has happened to the clan leader."
After hearing this, Han Changming's face darkened and he ran outside without saying a word.
Ye Xin was standing at the door, looking panicked.
"My husband, the clan leader and Uncle Wu were fighting with others, and the clan leader was seriously injured."
Ye Xin explained as she led the way.
Soon, they came to a secret room where Han Zhangxiang was lying on a green stone bed. His whole body was charred and his breath was weak. Han Debiao stood beside him with a nervous look on his face.
"Changming, please show it to the clan leader. I gave him the Seven Star Recovery Pill, but it doesn't seem to have any effect."
Han Debiao said in panic.
Han Changming walked up to Han Zhangxiang, carefully checked Han Zhangxiang's injuries, and frowned.
Han Zhangxiang's injuries were too severe and could not be cured by the Seven Star Recovery Pills. The Seven Star Recovery Pills could heal his injuries, but there was nothing that could be done if his injuries were too severe.
"Changming, this is what happened. Uncle Daoluo discovered an ancient monk's cave. We..."
Han Debiao recounted what had happened. There was nothing to hide.
"By the way, Changming, I found the second half of the "Qian Tu Zhen Yang Gong" in his storage bag. It can be practiced to the Spiritual Transformation Stage."
Han Debiao took out a yellow jade slip and handed it to Han Changming.
There was a flash of surprise in Han Changming's eyes. He thought that the second half of the "Qian Tu Zhen Yang Gong" could really be found in the outer sea.
He briefly looked at the contents of the second half of the exercise and nodded with satisfaction.
If one advances to the Nascent Soul stage, the magical power of "Qian Tu Zhen Yang Gong" will be even more powerful.
"The clan leader's injuries are too severe to be cured by the Seven Star Recovery Pill. We need to buy a specific healing pill."
Han Changming frowned. Han Zhangxiang's injuries were too serious. If it weren't for the Seven-Star Recovery Pill, he would have died long ago.
If the delay continues for too long, Han Zhangxiang's life will be in danger.
The problem is that the Han family doesn't have any acquaintances in the outer sea. If they have to say who they know, it's Lu Yun from Tinghai Pavilion.
Han Debiao and Han Zhangxiang killed the Jindan cultivator of the Hehuan Sect. This is also a hidden danger, but the most urgent task is to cure Han Zhangxiang.
"Uncle Wu, you stay with the clan leader. I'll go to Haoran City and try to find a way to cure him."
Han Changming pondered for a while and said this.
During the beast tide seven years ago, Han Changming met the Qinglian Fairy, who was proficient in alchemy. Han Changming planned to ask her for help. If that didn't work, he would ask Lu Yun for help.
"Let me go with you! We can deal with the things of the Hehuan Sect monks. These things are troublesome."
Han Debiao said in a deep voice. He did not expect that the other party was a cultivator from the Hehuan Sect. The Hehuan Sect was a subsidiary force of Penglai Island. Penglai Island and the Righteous Alliance had always been at odds. However, for the sake of caution, they still had to deal with the property of the cultivator from the Hehuan Sect.
There is a black market in Haoran City that specializes in dealing with such property of unknown origin.
Han Changming nodded and told Ye Xin to take good care of the clan leader. He and Han Debiao left Qinghu Island and rushed to Haoran City.
In less than a month, they arrived at Haoran City.
Soon, they appeared on a busy street, which was crowded with people and cars, and was very lively.
"Changming, go find Fairy Qinglian, I'll go take care of those things."
Han Debiao greeted Han Changming and walked towards another street.
"Wait, Uncle Wu."
Han Changming called Han Debiao, and Han Debiao stopped, looking confused.
Han Changming pointed at a certain cultivator and said, "That's Fellow Daoist Tan. He travels a lot and has a wide network of contacts. You can sell some things to him and ask him for some information. You may get something unexpected."
Han Debiao looked in the direction Han Changming pointed and saw a fat man in a green shirt. The man had a round face and small eyes, and looked very kind. He was dressed like a local rich man, but judging from his aura, he was obviously a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan, and that was Tan Mingyu.
After not seeing each other for decades, Tan Mingyu has also entered the Jindan stage.
Tan Mingyu said that he was a casual cultivator, but Han Changming didn't quite believe it. He thought that Tan Mingyu might be a spy for some big force and was doing business just to cover up his identity. There were also members of the Han family who did the same and were responsible for gathering all kinds of information.
Han Debiao understood, nodded, and walked towards another street.
Han Changming strode towards Tan Mingyu and shouted, "Fellow Daoist Tan, long time no see."
Tan Mingyu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Han Changming. He smiled sincerely and said enthusiastically, "Friend Hu, long time no see. Let's find a place to sit down!"
Han Changming did not refuse. More friends mean more paths. All forces are willing to make friends with high-level cultivators like Tan Mingyu who do business everywhere.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the two appeared in a private room of a teahouse, drinking tea and chatting.
After a few cups of tea, the two started chatting.
"Fellow Daoist Tan, are there any large-scale events or celebrations recently?"
Han Changming asked casually, whenever there is a large-scale event or celebration, there will definitely be an auction of elixirs.
"Master Sanjue has refined a valuable treasure and held a treasure appraisal conference. He has put up a lot of magic treasures for auction. If you are interested, you can go and participate. The venue is in Penglai Market."
Tan Mingyu said enthusiastically.
This is no secret, and the news will soon reach Haoran City.
"Treasure Appraisal Conference!"
Han Changming had an idea. Han Debiao, Han Daojing and Ye Xin all lacked magic weapons. They could participate in the treasure appraisal conference and buy magic weapons, but the most urgent task was to save Han Zhangxiang.
"Fellow Daoist Hu, I heard that you are a third-level alchemist? Can you sell me some pills that can improve my magic power?"
Tan Mingyu's face was full of anticipation. He was indeed not an ordinary cultivator, but a peripheral staff member of a large force, responsible for collecting various intelligence. He did business to cover up his identity. He saved a lot of wealth through business, which enabled him to advance to the Jindan stage.
There are many spies in Haoran City. After Tan Mingyu entered the Jindan stage, he naturally had a group of subordinates. These people were responsible for gathering intelligence. Han Changming also intended to let outsiders know that he was a third-level alchemist, so Tan Mingyu also knew that Han Changming was a third-level alchemist.
He knew that Han Changming called his surname Han. To him, it didn't matter what Han Changming's surname was. What mattered was whether Han Changming would do business with him.