In the night, the Great Moon hangs alone, azure clouds traverse.
Zhang Fan and his companions walked out of the dilapidated abandoned building, having gained quite a lot from this trip.
Although the three hundred thousand ginseng was not acquired, they obtained that scroll [Fire Character Sticker], which can assist Zhang Fan in comprehending Fire Technique and advancing the mysteries of [Fire Dragon Pill Sword], though it requires so effort.
Ever since Rabbit Lin Jianyue arrived in Yujing City, Zhang Fan has felt urgency.
On Deserted Mountain, the Observatory Master of the Perfect View, a powerful figure capable of ranking among the top five in the world, is actually the Vice Sect Leader of Wuwei Sect. In the past, he was defeated by Chu Chaoran and was constrained by his oath, hence he settled into a corner quietly.
According to Lin Jianyue's statent, recently, the Observatory Master seems to have unusual movents, exhibiting signs of breaking free, which might make Yujing City increasingly unstable and turbulent.
A very mix of Dragon and Snake, gathered might.
In such circumstances, Zhang Fan naturally feels urgent to enhance his strength. Having just stepped into [High Skill], aiming for the [Mahasattva] realm is evidently unrealistic.
Thus, he can only focus on Magic, ticulously refining his expertise in Fire Technique.
"If only I could buy that ginseng." Zhang Fan inwardly sighed with regret.
If he could utilize that ginseng as dicine to strengthen True Yang, he could imdiately extract more 'Fire' from True Yang, refining the second, third, or even the fourth 'Fire Dragon'. Now forced to seek alternatives, comprehending [Fire Character Sticker] has considerably slowed his pace.
However, once a breakthrough is achieved, Zhang Fan will be able to understand more profound fire laws, and the efficiency and power of refining True Fla would be incomparable.
It's like playing a role-playing ga; utilizing ginseng equals spending money, with imdiate effects.
But being short on money, unable to spend, he can only grind intensely to improve skills and offset with techniques.
In the short term, using ginseng shows quick results; in the long term, comprehending [Fire Character Sticker] can solidify Zhang Fan's foundation, allowing him to go further.
"I still need to get hold of that ginseng." Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.
If he could utilize ginseng for dicine, along with comprehending [Fire Character Sticker], both approaches would significantly expedite the enhancent of his Fire Technique.
Thirty thousand is a huge sum for ordinary people; using his current connections, it's not difficult to gather.
Based solely on his relations with the Yin Mountain Xiong Family and Baidou Wang Family, whether Xiong Ba or Wang Xuangang, they could easily gather thirty thousand for him.
However, Zhang Fan is not very willing to ask others for money.
"Hey handso, want to have so fun?"
Entering the urban village, the narrow alley presents a different scenery.
A group of heavily made-up won, dressed very scantily, exposing white thighs, stand on both sides of the alley, extending endlessly from a glance.
Occasionally, so old bachelors pass by, eyes filled with lustful shimring, approach and converse a bit, touch their pockets, and leave sullenly.
Indeed, pity for having not a penny on oneself, disappointing the beauties in the alley.
This is the flesh trade hidden beneath the night, focused on cost-effectiveness, but alas, the n mingling in this realm filled with all walks of life, harbouring beasts of desire within, lack capital to squander, even a hundred or two hundred is considered a fortune.
"Ah, red dust indeed, though splendid and bright, yet also rife with petty scrambles..." Su Shiyu remarked indifferently.
Humans, as there are noble and upright like sages, there are also dim and ugly like rats...
"Perhaps this is the aning of cultivation; for everyone, there is a chance to cultivate that innate sole and seamless Primordial Spirit." Zhang Fan said calmly.
Primordial Spirit, innate wholly, contains the mysteries of the heavens and earth, the hope for Longevity.
It resides within everyone's body, everyone has a chance to comprehend its mysteries.
That is Pure Yang.
That is Infinite.
That is Immortal Gods.
Yet... though everyone has a chance, everyone has hope, how many can truly step onto this path, truly reach the end of this route?
Zhang Fan remained silent, observing the people on both sides of the road, suddenly feeling a sense of compassion.
Sinking into red dust unknowingly, this is the despair of all beings.
If in the past, he might have been curious, intrigued, or have imagined extravagantly, but at this mont, he found himself feeling compassion.
The mindset of Zhang Fan now is vastly different from before.
"Brother Fan, truly not a re mortal."
Beside him, Shi Shougong felt the fluctuation in Zhang Fan's emotions, in a trance, yet sensing a distant feeling like gazing at the reflection of the moon in the sky.
Such a distance, too far, too far!
He still rembers when they first t Zhang Fan in Gusu City, they could spar a few moves, and now, in such a short span, he could hardly keep up.
"When will the cycle of vengeance end, wiping out root and all benefits?"
At this mont, a quiet voice echoed in the vast night.
At the end of the urban village, where no one was around, a figure walks from afar, the enigmatic moonlight elongating the silhouette.
"Hmm?"
Zhang Fan stopped and looked ahead, seeing a gaunt man approach, the pea-sized eyes glistening with an unusual sheen in the night.
"Little ghost, we et again." Black Nightmare grinned, revealing a long-missed joy.
"Who are you? Do we know each other?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, having absolutely no impression of this unfamiliar face before him.
"Tsk, tsk, little ghost, what path do you cultivate? What Technique do you study? But change a body and you don't rember?"
Black Nightmare sneered, his pea-sized eyes growing brighter, he licked the corners of his mouth, wild night wind circled around him, suddenly spiraling.
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