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As this beam of light directly entered the array, a path slowly appeared in the mist in front of them.

Seeing this, Heng Yanlin's face did not change.

After pondering for a moment, he descended to the ground and walked in.

The passage enveloped by the mist wasn't very long. After a while, Heng Yanlin passed through the passage.

What appeared in front of Heng Yanlin was instead a valley that was brimming with vitality, and it was completely different from what the outside world saw.

"Enter the valley a piece of Spirit Stone."

One of the cultivators by the side saw Heng Yanlin, and looked at him lazily, before retracting his gaze and replying.

Hearing that, Heng Yanlin did not mind, and directly threw out a piece of Spirit Stone, then slowly walked inside.

At this moment, he could see that there were cultivators constantly walking past this place. There were even some who had placed down items for themselves.

For example, some unknown fur, or even some talismans that were suspicious of Ice Blades were placed on top of it.

Occasionally, one would see that there were quite a few weapons that were emitting a bit of spiritual light. From the looks of it, they were already quite decent.

There would be many cultivators that would step forward to ask a few questions, but after that, they would helplessly shake their heads and leave.

From the looks of it, the price was too outrageous and exceeded the expectations of the cultivators.

Heng Yanlin only took a casual glance before retracting his gaze. Regarding the things in front of him, Heng Yanlin was not really that interested.

Ignoring all these people, Heng Yanlin walked to a shop at the side, casually glanced at it, and took out a bamboo block.

"How much is this bamboo block?"

Heng Yanlin glanced at it, then raised his head and asked the owner of the sword.

The bamboo block in Heng Yanlin's hands had recorded the map here. Although it was not very detailed, it was enough for Heng Yanlin to make breakthroughs.

Hearing that, an old man in front of him raised his head to take a look, and indifferently said, "A piece of Spirit Stone."

After Heng Yanlin heard this, he did not speak anymore. He took out a piece of Spirit Stone and handed it over.

Ye Zichen thought to himself.

Qing Mu had told him about this place earlier when they were chatting casually. Based on the words of the other party, the Immortal Cultivator was being traded here.

If Heng Yanlin wanted to know anything, or wanted to know anything, coming here would be the best.

This place was clearly a map of this area. The green tree had not explained it clearly before, so it was not very familiar with this place. This caused some doubts within Liu Ming's heart.

Did the other party not want to tell him about the surrounding situation? Or could it be that the other party was unwilling to part with a Spirit Stone and buy such a bamboo scroll, thus not knowing the surrounding topography?

Heng Yanlin had some suspicions in his heart, but did not give it much thought.

Actually, this matter was exactly the same as what Heng Yanlin had expected.

Qing Shu, as a rogue cultivator, had become the Yang Family's reverend disciple. However, there weren't many Spirit Stone that he could obtain.

In such a situation, the other party was naturally unwilling to part with that piece of Spirit Stone and buy what seemed to be nothing important to him.

The words that he spoke, naturally did not exist, as they contained the act of deceiving Heng Yanlin.

Heng Yanlin did not think too much into it at the moment. After keeping the bamboo slip, he was prepared to return and take a good look at it. After that, he slowly walked forward, thinking about what else he could find.2

When Heng Yanlin was walking forward, he suddenly saw that there seemed to be some noise in front. A group of people were gathered in front, and were discussing what was going on.

Heng Yanlin thought it was weird, he took a step forward and saw a stage in front, on it stood a woman wearing a green skirt.

There was a pill furnace in front of the woman. Currently, there were traces of alchemy fire burning within it, as if it was refining pills.

"Why isn't alchemy training in secret but in public? Why is alchemy not practiced in secret?"

Heng Yanlin felt that it was a little strange, and said softly.

The people at the side were all cultivators, and with Heng Yanlin's voice at the bottom, the people at the side could all hear him clearly.

One by one, they turned and looked at him with dissatisfaction. Heng Yanlin who was by the side seemed to be dissatisfied with what Heng Yanlin had said.

"Where did this cultivator come from? Don't you know that Fairy Ling Yun has been imparting her alchemy skills in front of everyone?"

"Fairy Ling Yun is teaching us how to refine pills! Where did this kid come from?! How dare he speak such arrogant words!"

The cultivators around them all heard Heng Yanlin's words, and felt extremely disgusted, as they coldly looked at him and scolded him.

Hearing that, Heng Yanlin was startled, and his heart came to a realization.

The dao of alchemy had always been incomparably important in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and there were very few people who would impart it to others.

Even if there were alchemists in the Celestial Sect, they would definitely not easily pass them down to others, much less to outsiders.

These rogue cultivators had extremely poor foundations; naturally, they didn't know how to refine pills.

Seeing that someone had imparted the art of alchemy to him, he naturally felt great respect towards this person.

However, it would be difficult for him to impart the other party to the Library of Heaven's Path just by looking at the pill forging.

Thinking about it, Heng Yanlin shook his head, but he did not say anything about what the other party was doing.

No matter what was said, the other party's magnanimity naturally caused the cultivators to feel respect for him. Heng Yanlin would not bring ridicule upon himself, and pushed the lady in front of him.

"Bam!"

Just as Heng Yanlin's thoughts were made clear, the lady in front of him had already started to form hand seals, seemingly preparing to retrieve her pill.

The cultivators on the side also held their breath, staring at the scene unblinkingly.

Acceptance of the pill was a very important step. If there was any mistake, the pill within the furnace could be scrapped.

The girl on the stage clearly knew about this. At this moment, her expression was somewhat grave as she stared at the pills in the pill furnace. Following which, she started to inject the remaining runes into the pills one by one with extreme care.

When the lowering crowd saw the scene before them, they also held their breaths.

Actually, the final step in pill forging was also the most important method to check an apothecary's strength.

The more talismans that were cast, the stronger the medicinal properties of the pill would be stimulated.

However, a low level pill could not bear too many runes. There was a standard that could be found within them. If too many runes were brought in, the pill would directly collapse.

The group of cultivators were all carefully looking at the woman's final technique. Their hearts were silently looking at the other party. At this moment, how many talismans could they possibly get?

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