In Bafang City.
The fiery red sun hung high in the sky, casting its scorching rays.
"Alright, that's it for today," Lin Zheyu said.
"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Lin."
Han Tianmin saluted Lin Zheyu.
"By the way, have you heard any news about your father recently?" Lin Zheyu asked.
Songyi City has already fallen. If Han Mo is alright, he should have sent a letter to inform us of his safety.
He doesn't have Lin Zheyu's contact information, but Han Tianshu entered the city garrison with his letter of introduction, and Han Mo has Han Tianshu's contact information.
"My elder brother received a letter from my father yesterday morning. After the fall of Songyi City, father was conscripted into the Soaring Dragon Army and couldn't co back."
"I was just about to tell you, but I forgot for a mont."
Han Tianmin said with a hearty laugh.
Hearing that Han Mo was alright, their family couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, after the fall of Songyi City, they didn't know how their relatives and friends there were doing now.
"That's good to hear."
"Your senior brother is quite capable, and he can make sothing of himself after joining the Soaring Dragon Army," Lin Zheyu said.
"Mr. Lin, my mother asked to invite you over for lunch today. Let's go together later," Han Tianmin said.
"Alright."
Lin Zheyu nodded, closed the courtyard gate, and followed Han Tianmin to his ho.
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After lunch, Lin Zheyu went out for a stroll as usual.
Bafang City's comrce was extrely prosperous, with all kinds of small vendors everywhere, and even specialized errand services.
After learning this, Lin Zheyu hired twenty people at an agency, having them wander around the major teahouses daily, looking for any trace of Master Liang Song.
After eting with them, there was still no news of Liang Song.
Lin Zheyu suspected that Liang Song might have already left Bafang City, but he had no proof.
After a round of wandering, he went to Tianxiang Tower to listen to stories.
The storyteller at Tianxiang Tower was a man in his sixties, who appeared to be in robust health.
The "Seeking Immortality Chronicles" he recited had a lot of charm, and Lin Zheyu liked to co here to listen to stories and drink tea when he was bored.
As the sky darkened, night fell.
Lin Zheyu changed his appearance, put on a mask, and entered the black market.
The black market in Bafang City opened quite frequently, every five days, and each opening was extrely lively.
As he walked into the black market, people coming and going were all wearing masks.
"Friend, what kind of cultivation technique manuals do you have?"
Lin Zheyu sought out a stall selling manuals, operated by a martial artist newly entered the Qi Blood Realm.
Every ti he ca over, he saw many new faces.
Most were from other cities, while so in Bafang City, unable to make a living, had to sell their family cultivation techniques for money.
"They're all listed there, take a look yourself," the man said coldly.
Lin Zheyu picked up a summary, finding a total of five manuals, all third-rate cultivation techniques.
"Do you have any second-rate cultivation technique manuals?" Lin Zheyu asked.
"No," the stall owner replied.
Hearing this, Lin Zheyu got up and moved on to the next place.
He visited over thirty stalls selling cultivation techniques, and only eighteen secretly sold second-rate techniques capable of reaching the Qi Blood Realm.
Besides the Qi Blood Realm techniques, Lin Zheyu found two body refining secret manuals.
Unfortunately, they were all low-tier manuals with little cultivation value.
"Oh, even Qi Blood Three Transformations martial artists are setting up stalls!" Lin Zheyu exclaid with so surprise.
A Qi Blood Three Transformations martial artist was a figure of so significance in Bafang City, and it was rare for such a person to be running a stall.
Most of the Qi Blood Realm martial artists selling cultivation techniques he encountered were at the initial stage, with only a few at the Qi Blood First Transformation.
Qi Blood Second Transformations were rarely seen.
Today was the first ti seeing a Qi Blood Three Transformations martial artist.
"Friend, what kind of cultivation techniques do you have?"
Lin Zheyu squatted down in front of the stall and asked curiously.
The other person, wearing a black face mask that obscured the presence, should have cultivated so kind of Concealing Breath Skill.
However, this Concealing Breath Skill was of no use against soone stronger, like Lin Zheyu, who had cultivated the Turtle Breath Skill to Third-Layer Perfection.
The stall owner looked Lin Zheyu up and down, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it over.
Lin Zheyu released an aura of the Qi Blood Second Transformation level, which saved him a lot of trouble in communication.
For instance, the stall owner directly took out the secretly sold manuals.
"Hmm, they only go up to Qi Blood Five Transformations."
Lin Zheyu was a bit disappointed as he scanned the information on the paper.
He thought that such a powerful martial artist would sell so extraordinary cultivation techniques.
However, among the martial skills for sale, there was one that looked promising, called "Gale Slash", a saber skill.
The saber skill consists of nine moves, each stronger than the last.
If one accumulates power through nine slashes, reaching the peak of montum, one can unleash ten tis the power of a normal full-strength strike.
"How much is this 'Gale Slash'?"
Lin Zheyu asked.
He already had the Mountain Shattering Palm and originally didn't plan to purchase other martial skills, but he ca across this special skill, "Gale Slash".
This martial skill doesn't rely on the Qi and Blood Burst Skill like the Mountain Shattering Palm for extraordinary power.
Instead, it accumulates montum during battle to achieve it.
Once the montum is accumulated to the peak, releasing it all in one strike produces astonishing power.
Moreover, if one integrates the Qi and Blood Burst Skill into the Gale Slash, the power of the ninth slash becos even more terrifying.
Theoretically, it could reach up to thirty tis the original level.
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