The young man in the golden shirt nodded and said, "That's true, but spirit insects are really not very resistant to attacks. Spirit beasts are more resistant to attacks. His spirit insect was severely injured. Without rare healing elixirs, it is estimated that it cannot be saved. The injuries caused by lightning strikes are difficult to heal."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Is there any news about Master Fentian? If we can get the Fentian Banner, it will definitely be a great achievement."
Mu Yuling's face looked a little excited.
"He escaped into the Ten Thousand Spirits Tomb. The Burning Heaven Banner should be in the Ten Thousand Spirits Tomb. It will be a bit troublesome to find the Burning Heaven Banner."
The young man in the golden shirt looked embarrassed.
"The Tomb of Ten Thousand Spirits, this is difficult to deal with. Even a Void-Refining cultivator who enters may perish."
Mu Yuling sighed.
After leaving Thousand Scorpion Pavilion, Han Changming took Han Lei to visit all the big shops in Jinfeng Mountain to inquire about the elixir that could cure the Purple Crystal Flying Scorpion.
There are several kinds of elixirs that can cure the Amethyst Flying Scorpion, but they are not sold to the public. They must be exchanged for rare items. A shop owner advised Han Changming to buy a new Amethyst Flying Scorpion.
Not to mention that the Amethyst Flying Scorpion raised by Han Changming has great potential. Just because it has provided a lot of help to Han Changming, Han Changming will not give up on the Amethyst Flying Scorpion. He will find a way to cure the Amethyst Flying Scorpion.
As the sky darkened, Han Changming and Han Lei walked out of a golden tower over a hundred feet high.
Jinfeng Mountain is brightly lit. Han Changming discovered that many shops use a kind of spiritual insect that emits soft white light as lighting. There are also shops that use the eyeballs of spiritual beasts as lighting tools. This is a major feature!
Han Changming took out the communication disk from his arms and typed a spell. Wang Lingxue's voice suddenly rang out: "Fellow Daoist Han, I'm in Qingming Tower. Come over! I'd like to introduce you to two fellow Daoists. They have a way to cure your spirit insect."
"Where's Fellow Daoist Fang? Is he here too?"
Han Changming asked.
"I contacted him, but he said he had something important to deal with and would not come."
Wang Lingxue explained.
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Han Changming agreed, put away the communication disk, and walked towards a street. Han Lei walked towards an inn and stayed there temporarily.
Half a minute later, Han Changming appeared at the door of a green pavilion more than ten feet high. On the plaque above the entrance were three large characters "Qingming Tower".
As soon as Han Changming entered Qingming Building, a middle-aged man with a wealthy face walked over quickly and said enthusiastically: "Senior Han, Senior Wang has been waiting for a long time, please follow me."
The middle-aged man led the way himself, and Han Changming followed behind.
Not long after, Han Changming appeared at the door of a private room on the seventh floor. He knocked on the door, and the door opened, and Wang Lingxue walked out.
"Friend Han, you are finally here. Please come in."
Wang Lingxue invited Han Changming in and closed the door.
In addition to them, there was a tall and thin middle-aged Taoist priest and a young woman in a green dress with delicate features in the room.
The middle-aged Taoist priest has a thin face, a goatee, and is wearing a green Taoist robe. The young woman in the green skirt has a slender waist and is wearing a green pleated long skirt tied with a light green ribbon. The middle-aged Taoist priest is in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, and the young woman in the green skirt is in the late stage of the transformation of the spirit.
"Fellow Daoist Han, let me introduce these two to you. They are Fellow Daoist Deng and Madam Lin."
Wang Lingxue began to introduce.
Han Changming greeted him and sat down.
"I heard from Madam Wang that Fellow Daoist Han is a fifth-rank alchemist."
The middle-aged Taoist asked politely.
Han Changming nodded and said, "That's right, Fellow Daoist Deng is also a fifth-level alchemist?"
"No, I am just an independent cultivator and I don't know the art of alchemy."
The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head. He changed his tone and said, "Qianling Sect has a kind of Tianxue Yulu Pill, which is very effective in curing lightning strikes."
"Tianxueyulu Pills? It's not easy to get Tianxueyulu Pills!"
Han Changming frowned and said, Mu Yuling mentioned Qianlingmen.
"It's indeed not easy, but Qianlingmen is collecting some materials. If we find these materials, we can exchange them for Tianxue Yulu Pills."
The young woman in green skirt took out a green jade slip and handed it to Han Changming.
"Five thousand year old golden toad grass, ten thousand year old resurrection grass, the inner elixir of the sixth level golden thunder tiger..."
Han Changming frowned. These things were not easy to collect and were extremely difficult.
"The Tomb of Ten Thousand Spirits may have these things. We can invite a few more Taoist friends and be careful, and there should be no problem."
The middle-aged Taoist priest was full of confidence.
"Besides this, is there no other way?"
Han Changming frowned and said that he was currently in the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm and did not even have a top-grade spiritual treasure. If he took risks in a dangerous place, he might die.
Han Changming didn't want to take risks in dangerous places unless it was absolutely necessary because his cultivation was too low.
"The Mu family has the Golden Toad Jade Liquid that can heal injuries caused by lightning strikes. In addition, Xuan Zhenzi also has a way, but he has a strange temper. If you want him to help, the price may be higher."
The middle-aged Taoist looked at Han Changming meaningfully.
"Xuan Zhenzi? Could you please introduce me to him? After the matter is accomplished, I will definitely reward you handsomely."
Han Changming said politely.
"We have met Xuan Zhenzi, but we don't have any friendship with him. This is his address. You can try your luck there! Let me warn you, Xuan Zhenzi has a bad temper."
The middle-aged Taoist took out a green jade slip and handed it to Han Changming.
Han Changming took a quick look with his spiritual sense and nodded. Xuan Zhenzi lived in Jinfeng Mountain, and they could go directly to find Xuan Zhenzi.
The middle-aged Taoist priest and the young woman in green skirt repeatedly invited Han Changming and the others to go to Wanling Tomb to search for treasure, but they refused.
Since they had nothing to say to each other, after chatting for a while, Han Changming and Wang Lingxue said goodbye and left.
After a cup of tea, Han Changming and Wang Lingxue appeared in a secluded street, surrounded by mansions.
They were standing at the gate of a vast manor, with two green stone lions placed in front of the gate.
Han Changming sent a sound transmission note and waited quietly.
After a while, the door opened and a handsome young man in green clothes came out and said, "Two seniors, my master wants to see you."
Han Changming and Wang Lingxue nodded and walked in together.
There are many exotic flowers and plants planted in the palace, as well as a rockery garden.
The young man in green was leading the way, but not long after walking, he suddenly disappeared. The surrounding environment suddenly changed, and they suddenly appeared on a vast ocean.
The sound of a tsunami came, huge waves surged, and strong winds blew.
"Formation! Fellow Daoist Zhao, what do you mean by this?"
Wang Lingxue looked displeased.
"It's meaningless. I am not someone who can be seen by everyone. You can't see me just by breaking the formation. If you can't even break a set of psychedelic formation, you are not qualified to see me."
A male voice full of pride came from the sky.
Han Changming turned his head and looked around, activating his golden eyes to search for the center of the formation.
In a secluded courtyard with green tiles, an old man with a ruddy face and a golden robe sat in a stone pavilion drinking tea, and a young man in a green shirt stood behind him.
The old man in the golden robe had a square face and big eyes. There were some wrinkles on his face and his eyes were a little cloudy.
Xuan Zhenzi, he is a fifth-rank formation master. Many cultivators know that Xuan Zhenzi has a strange temper.