After flying another hundred miles, Chen Nan finally flew out of the mountain range.
In the distance, there was a village ahead.
Chen Nan quickly flew over and landed at the village entrance, walking toward the village on foot. He only knew that Tian Han Mountain was in the west but didn’t know its exact location, so he had to find soone to ask for directions; otherwise, he’d be flying around aimlessly like a headless fly.
Next to a large willow tree at the village entrance, an old white-haired man sat in a vine chair enjoying the shade.
This old man was not a cultivator. Although he was over a hundred years old, he looked lively and spirited, which was largely due to the rich spiritual energy in the Tao Realm.
Besides, the air here was fresh, unlike the mortal world, which was full of industrial pollution.
Chen Nan bowed and greeted him.
Despite his advanced age and experience, the old man seed very genuine and straightforward in his speech, unlike so deceitful elders in the mortal world who stage accidents in the street.
"Old sir, I want to ask you sothing," Chen Nan stated his purpose, then inquired about Tian Han Mountain.
"I have never heard of this mountain," the old man thought for a long ti, then said to Chen Nan, "Young man, I’ve lived in this small village all my life and know very little about the outside world. You can go to a small town ten miles away and ask there. There are many knowledgeable people who might know about it."
Chen Nan bid farewell to the old man and flew southwest in the direction the old man had pointed.
The ten-mile journey passed quickly, and Chen Nan arrived in a small town. The architecture here closely resembled the ancient buildings of Huaxia, and the cries of vendors filled the streets and alleys.
As Chen Nan walked along the street, he occasionally saw a few cultivators pass by.
However, all of them had very weak cultivation, not reaching the Control Realm at all. Asking them would be useless, so he didn’t bother.
After walking a few hundred ters, Chen Nan saw a crowd gathered in front of a bulletin board.
He approached to take a look and was stunned.
There was a drawing of himself posted there with quite a lot of text.
The characters were ancient, from thousands of years ago. Though Chen Nan recognized so, he couldn’t fully understand them, but he could guess the gist: a sect was offering a bounty to capture him.
"A thousand pounds of Spirit Stones for reporting his whereabouts, five thousand for his head, and ten thousand for capturing him alive! Who the hell is this guy, so valuable?" a young man read the text aloud and exclaid.
"For so many sects to offer a bounty like this, this guy’s definitely not a good person. We better just look and not get involved," a middle-aged man said.
The young man said, "Fortune favors the bold. If I knew where this guy was, I wouldn’t let him off."
Hearing their conversation, Chen Nan himself was taken aback.
He didn’t know the value of Spirit Stones, but from their tone, the ten thousand pounds of Spirit Stones must be incredibly tempting.
Didn’t expect that as soon as I arrived in the Tao Realm, I’d be worth this much!
Chen Nan smiled bitterly to himself, feeling a bit helpless, and quickly left to hide.
After all, he was still wearing modern clothes from the mortal world, identical to those in the drawing, and hadn’t changed into Tao Realm attire. To these people, he must look odd and easily noticeable.
In a deserted place, Chen Nan used Martial Arts Body Refining Technique to manipulate his facial muscles and change his appearance.
Then he discreetly visited a clothing store, "borrowing" a few items of clothing, putting one on, and storing the rest in his Storage Ring for later use.
After finishing everything, Chen Nan swaggered out.
"The mystery of a martial artist’s body isn’t sothing you cultivators can understand," Chen Nan thought, touching his altered face. After gathering so information, he flew northwest.
Ten minutes later, Chen Nan arrived at a large city.
This city was called Xuanwu City, said to be thousands of years old and the largest city in the central region of the Tao Realm, with nurous experts residing within.
From what Chen Nan learned in town, there was a woman called Yao Ye in Xuanwu City who was knowledgeable in all matters. Seeking her advice about Tian Han Mountain would be correct. Since she was from the Demon Clan, cultivated from a wild chrysanthemum, she was known as the Chrysanthemum Demon.
Chrysanthemum Demon!
When Chen Nan heard this na, he was speechless.
Chrysanthemums are quite fascinating in the mortal world, with its na having profound anings beyond being just a plant.
After entering Xuanwu City, Chen Nan noticed more drawings of himself.
He boldly walked under them, and yet not a single person recognized him.
After inquiring about where the Chrysanthemum Demon resided, he headed toward the city center. But just then, four figures ca from ahead, causing Chen Nan to frown.
These four people, two n and two won, all looked like youths. They were the sa four disciples from the Purple Cloud Palace he encountered upon arriving in the Tao Realm.
The man nad Wang in the group had even had a verbal spat with Chen Nan.
"I can’t believe that kid beca public enemy number one. The next ti we et, I definitely won’t let him go!" Wang sneered, holding a drawing of Chen Nan he tore from the wall.
Another man said, "Last ti we t, he said his na was sothing; wasn’t that the na on the poster?"
The slightly older woman said, "We were being chased by Tianyuan Sect people at the ti; who had the ti to rember his na?"
All three looked to the girl they called junior sister and asked, "Do you rember what he called himself then? The na on the poster is definitely fake. If we uncover his real na, that might be key to capturing him."
The girl’s eyes flashed. She hesitated for a mont, then shook her head and said, "I forgot too."
Due to his changed appearance, Chen Nan walked directly past the four, and three of them noticed nothing, but the girl called junior sister glanced back once before scratching her head and walking on.
Chen Nan didn’t linger, quickening his pace.
Over ten minutes later, Chen Nan arrived at the Demon Mansion, where the Chrysanthemum Demon—Yao Ye—resided.
He knocked on the door knocker, and a woman in a yellow robe quickly ca out, exuding an elegant aura with a faint chrysanthemum fragrance. Chen Nan quickly clasped his hands and asked, "Excuse , is this Miss Yao Ye?"
"Why is there always soone looking for her? She’s dead!"
The elegance instantly vanished from the yellow-robed woman, who irritably closed the door.
Chen Nan extended his hand to stop the closing door, smiling, "Why is the lady angry? I rely wish to ask Miss Yao Ye about sothing."
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