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After the Nine-clawed dragon cat heard Han Yan's words, it stared at Han Yan for a long time. Only until Han Yan felt uncomfortable did it shake its head. Following that, it raised its fluffy little claws and brushed away the fallen leaves on the ground, clearing up a clean patch of land as it used its claws to quickly draw on the surface.

In a moment, a map appeared in Han Yan's line of sight. The map was relatively rough, and many of the mountains were not very clear. Han Yan looked at it for a while and asked with uncertainty, "You drew a map of a mountain range?" "With that, the Nine-clawed dragon cat nodded its head and asked," "Is this the Seven Heavens Mountain Range?

The Nine Clawed Spirit Cat nodded again, and then it added a curved line to the map as it ran through.

Han Yan could understand the Mountain Diagram, but he couldn't understand what this line meant. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind and he hurriedly asked: "Are you saying that if you follow this route, you will be able to escape from the Demonic Beast's attacks?" At first, he truly did not understand. However, when he saw that the starting point of the line was somewhat similar to the place he was at, he realized what had happened.

"Meow ?" The Nine-clawed dragon cat grinned, unspeakably excited.

Han Yan's face was full of joy as he said to the Nine-clawed dragon cat: "Since you are not coming with me, then I will leave first." With that, he looked at the Nine-clawed dragon cat, took out his flying sword and followed its path, and quickly flew to the west. They flew for two hours, continuously listening to the cries of Demonic Beast. Many times, a few Demonic Beast roared at the same time, but none of them came up to attack. Han Yan finally understood that the road map was only at the border of Demonic Beast territory, so as long as they did not enter their territory, the Demonic Beast would not attack.

This way, Han Yan's biggest problem also came into contact with it, hence his flying speed increased by a lot.

In the middle of seven day mountain range, a group of cultivators were resting in the forest. Most of them were dressed in gray robes, while only two of them wore blue. After the grey robed cultivators sat down, they began to guard the surroundings, protecting the two blue robed cultivators in the middle.

Two cultivators in blue sat together and started to discuss in a low voice. One of them said, "Big Brother, how many Spirit Stone do you think our clan can get from the State of Zhao's rogue cultivators transaction?"

Another person said, "We can at least get a few hundred middle ranked Spirit Stone!"

The currency of the mortal world was usually gold, silver and jade, but their Taoism was different. Spirit Stone had four grades, and each rank's price was also different. One Peak Spirit Stone was equal to a hundred High Grade Spirit Stone, equal to ten thousand middle stage Spirit Stone, if it was exchanged for low stage Spirit Stone, it would be worth more than a million.

However, Taoist's low leveled Spirit Stone were easy to find, and could be found in some large spirit mountains. However, middle levelled Spirit Stone s and High Grade Spirit Stone s were much rarer, especially High Grade Spirit Stone s, they were extremely hard to find. Other than the large sects and the high leveled cultivators who had the resources, they rarely circulated in the outside world. Being at the peak of Spirit Stone s was something that could only be encountered and not sought for. It was said that there were not many of them in the entire continent.

If Han Yan was here, he would definitely be able to see that the two people talking to him were somewhat Zhang Yuan and Zhang He.

The clan these two belonged to was very famous in the mortal world, but their Taoism were average. The Jiangnan Zhang Family was famous for being made of paper, and almost everyone knew about them. At the same time, the Zhang Family was also a cultivation clan, and most of the clan disciples had cultivated in Dao Arts, but their cultivation was very low, most of them were at the 1st or 2nd level of Qi Disciple stage, those with better talent were sent to the Tianming Sect, and that was the case for Zhang Yuan and Zhang He.

Of the two people in front of him, one was called Zhang Xiu, the other was Zhang Jian, they were both from the same father and mother. However, these two were not directly born, and their aptitudes were average. They had cultivated for more than ten years, and were still at the third level of the Qi Cultivation Stage. As a result, they did not have the right to enter the Orthodoxy. This time, the reason they left the clan was to participate in the rogue cultivators' trade conference that would be held in the State of Zhao in a month.

After Zhang Jian heard his big brother's words, he was stunned for a moment before asking: "Big Brother, what rank of Yellow Paper did the clan ask you to bring this time, to actually be able to sell to so many?"

Seeing her brother's surprised expression, Zhang Xiu smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "This time, not only did I bring Yellow Paper s, I also brought fine cinnabar and brush."

The Jiangnan Zhang Family started his career as a paper producer and in just two hundred years, he had become involved in many industries, such as calligraphy, calligraphy, paper, and paper. Especially the white paper they produced, it was considered one of the best. A hundred years ago, the patriarch of Zhang Family met a rogue cultivator. That rogue cultivator taught him some Immortal Art and told him to create some Yellow Paper s, cinnabar and the like. Thus, the business of the Zhang Family went from ordinary people to business within the Taoism.

Zhang Jian's face was full of surprise and joy, and he said: "Really, we're going to be rich."

"That's right!" Zhang Xiu agreed. "Let's try our best to get some Spirit Gathering Pills this time and increase our cultivation as soon as possible."

Zhang Jian nodded and suddenly thought of something, and said: "Big brother, did you hear what Zhang Yuan said when he came back?"

"Yes." Zhang Xiu said, "I heard that Zhang He lost to a Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage disciple and was locked away. I wonder when he'll be able to come out!"

Zhang Jian revealed an expression of confusion, and said: "I just don't understand, how could he be defeated by a Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage disciple?"

"The Taoism is hard to say!" Zhang Xiu sighed and slowly said, "You should know about the recent events as well! That disciple is called Han Yan, and there's been a huge uproar within the empire, I wonder if we managed to catch him. " At this point, there was a hint of worry in his voice.

Zhang Jian gave a cold snort, and said, "Big Brother, what are you worried about? The Orthodoxy and the Imperial Family made their moves at the same time, as a disciple of the Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage, what kind of waves can he create?"

"It's best if they can't. If they can, it's very likely that our family will suffer." Zhang Xiu's eyes flickered, her voice becoming heavier, "I have a feeling that if Han Yan does not die this time, before long, the empire will be in a terrible state of chaos, and might even change dynasties."

Zhang Jian's eyes were full of disapproval, and ridiculed: "I don't believe he has that kind of ability! "If he were to appear in front of me, I could crush him to death with one finger ?" Just as he finished speaking, a strong gust of wind swept through the forest in front of him. A figure suddenly appeared and turned around.

Seeing that he suddenly appeared, everyone was startled, Zhang Xiu immediately stood up and scanned him with his spiritual sense, sensing that he was only at Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage, he heaved a sigh of relief. If the opponent's cultivation was too high, they could only flee. However, Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage was nothing, as they had more than ten cultivators, which was enough to deal with.

The person who suddenly appeared was Han Yan. Han Yan's gaze turned cold as he looked at Zhang Jian and said: You just said that one finger could kill Han Yan, right?

Zhang Jian did not react in time as he nodded. "That's right ?"

Zhang Xiu's face sunk. Just as he was about to speak, Han Yan took the initiative.

Han Yan lifted his right hand, and a ray of white light shot out from between his fingers, straight towards Zhang Jian. His white light was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already entered his body. His body trembled, and he collapsed onto the ground, not breathing at all. At the same time, his soul failed to escape the spiritual strength finger and was devoured.

Zhang Xiu's face became extremely ugly, his legs trembled slightly, and said in fear: "You, you are Han Yan."

Han Yan heard the conversation between the two of them very clearly. He looked at Zhang Xiu and said: "You're very smart and your analysis is not bad. I won't kill you today." His voice turned cold, and he continued: "Leave the storage bag behind, get lost!"

Zhang Xiu's face was ashen and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. After hearing what was said, he heaved a sigh of relief and quickly took the storage bag from his waist and threw it onto the ground. Then, he turned around and ran away. Those people were the same, after throwing the storage bag s, they quickly left, their speed shockingly fast, as though after staying for a while they would become like Zhang Jian, a corpse.

Han Yan waved his long sleeves, causing all the storage bag to float in the air, and fly towards him. Han Yan picked up Zhang Xiu's storage bag and easily erased the spiritual sense on it, looking inside. The storage bag s were all things used to make talismans, such as Yellow Paper s, cinnabar, and brushes. Judging from the quality, they were all of the highest quality.

After Liu Xihan left, in these past few years, whatever he did didn't go smoothly. Today, he finally got lucky, and a treasure dropped from the sky. Han Yan raised his head, stared at the sky, and muttered, "Since it's the transfer of the Heavenly Dao, I should work even harder to cultivate it."

Ten kilometers away, the flying Zhang Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood, looking dispirited, her eyes filled with disbelief, "How is this possible, the consciousness of the storage bag was added using the secret method, even the foundation-building stage cultivator cannot easily open it, how can he erase my consciousness?" His consciousness was closely intertwined with Han Yan's, and when Han Yan wiped away his consciousness, he had already suffered heavy injuries.

Han Yan was so anxious to leave the seven day mountain range because he wanted to participate in the trade convention in a month's time. He wanted to see if he could produce some Yellow Paper cinnabar and see if he could use it to make Ancient Runes. Since the heavens had brought all these things before them, there was no need for them to leave this place in a hurry. Although the seven day mountain range was dangerous, it was still the safest place.

Raising his head, Han Yan looked at the mountain range not far away and transformed into a ray of light as he charged forward.

Arriving at the front of the mountain range, Han Yan released his flying sword, a sword flashed, and stones flew out, causing a cave to be formed. Han Yan entered the cave and laid down a simple array. He then took out Yellow Paper s, cinnabar and other materials to make talismans. As he thought about the runes, he first laid a Yellow Paper on the stone table. Then, he picked up a brush and dipped it in cinnabar, and slowly started to draw according to the appearance of the runes in his memory.

Han Yan did not draw the ancient runes that appeared on the jade wall, but chose to draw the simplest Wind Controlling Sigil. Time slowly passed. After an incense stick of time, the Wind Controlling Sigil finished drawing. Han Yan drew very carefully, with every stroke, he would think twice, because he was so focused, the hand that held the brush became completely drenched in sweat.

However, the result of his drawing was still satisfactory. With a single glance, there wasn't much difference between his drawing and the Wind Controlling Sigil.

In the next moment, Han Yan's face changed, because he could not feel any spirit energy fluctuations from the sigil, and laughed bitterly: "To think that he has forgotten such an important problem." In desperation, Han Yan could only take out another Yellow Paper and continue drawing talismans. This time, he focused his spiritual energy into the brush when he was drawing the talisman. Although the drawing was no different from before, there was still a trace of spiritual energy within it. As time passed, the entire sigil was almost completed. Just as he drew the last stroke, the spiritual energy on the Yellow Paper was in chaos, and then it started to burn on its own.

Han Yan sighed, then picked up the brush again and started drawing. Drawing talismans was just a prolonged battle, and just like cultivation, anxiety couldn't solve the problem. One could only draw worse and worse. After cultivating for all these years, Han Yan's greatest gain was that he could endure loneliness. As long as he could raise his fighting strength, then even if he stayed here for ten years, he would be able to do it.

Ten years, even if Han Yan wanted to persevere, he would not have the chance to do so.

Zhu Hong and Hei Shi's arrangement had already come to an end, and it wouldn't be long before they could start the "Bloodline Return" spell. As long as one took out the soul of the Soul Calling Back Streamer and the blood of the person connected to it, as long as they didn't die, they would be able to sense where they were located. The higher the cultivation level the caster had, the closer he was to the enemy, the clearer his senses were, and the more blurry his senses were.