C9

The two of them were not far from the exit of the forest, and by the time Han Yan managed to react, Tang Xiaofeng had already left.

Han Yan laughed bitterly, just now he wanted to ask about the situation of cultivation, he did not expect the other party to leave without saying a word.

Letting out a long sigh, Han Yan quickly walked out of the Yin Corpse danger zone. As he was walking, he subconsciously reached into his pocket and suddenly found something, causing him to feel that his blood vessels were connected to it. That feeling was very clear, and also very strange, as though it was something that belonged to him in the first place.

Adding the reaction from the jade pendant from before, Han Yan took out the two items.

Unexpectedly, what he found in his pocket was the white rock that he kicked flying at the beginning.

The rock was exquisite, like white jade, but not white jade. It looked like an antique, but also like a work of art.

As the two objects got closer, the jade and stone suddenly released a sparkling white light, following that, with a clatter, the two objects actually merged together, and landed in Han Yan's hands.

Looking at the stone, it now looked like an Imperial Jade Seal. It was square with a soaring dragon carved on it.

The dragon was the symbol of an emperor, the representative of imperial power. Only the Imperial Jade Seal could have a dragon engraved on it. But, wasn't the Imperial Jade Seal huge? The Imperial Jade Seal was simply too small. It was said that there were words beneath the Imperial Jade Seal, representing an empire. Just which empire had lost the Imperial Jade Seal?

Under his curiosity, Han Yan flipped the Imperial Jade Seal over and upon closer inspection, was stunned.

The bottom of the Imperial Jade Seal should have been carved with words, but this Imperial Jade Seal was actually as flat as a mirror, and there was nothing underneath.

At the same time, an illusion of blood ties surfaced in Han Yan's heart.

In shock, Han Yan immediately looked towards the Imperial Jade Seal. The Imperial Jade Seal was still the same, without any changes, but the feeling of being connected by blood was getting clearer and clearer.

A light flashed in Han Yan's mind as he covered the Imperial Jade Seal in his hands. When he removed the Imperial Jade Seal, there were four blood-red words on his palm.

"Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal!" Although these four words were unfamiliar, Han Yan liked to read since he was young, so he still recognized them with difficulty.

"Could it be that this is the treasure that Tang Xiaofeng talked about, and this is the thing that saved us?" The more Han Yan thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. When he kicked the Imperial Jade Seal away last night, he was unable to breathe as he arrived next to it and could even absorb the air. This thing could let a person survive in the Yin Corpse Jedi, it was definitely an amazing treasure, he had to keep it well.

Han Yan pretended to be a Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal, and thought that he had not passed the herb gathering examination, his heart tensed up, and immediately ran back inside the Yin Corpse Sect.

He searched for a long time, but didn't find a single plant. However, no one had entered here before, so finding the Spirit Gathering Grass should have been easier.

Sure enough, not long after, Han Yan saw a Spirit Gathering Grass, grabbed a caterpillar and threw it onto the ground. After waiting for a while, and seeing that the caterpillar showed no signs of dying, Han Yan was overjoyed, he carefully harvested the Spirit Gathering Grass and put it into the medicine basket.

Looking at the color of the sky, Han Yan immediately rushed towards Tianming Sect. This senior brother Tang Xiaofeng was not loyal to him at all, and did not know how to bring him along.

When Han Yan returned to the Tianming Sect's Plaza halfway up the mountain, it was already the afternoon of the third day. Several disciples who were in charge of registration were waiting for him.

Han Yan walked to the table, took out Spirit Gathering Grass from the herb basket and said: "Greetings, Immortal."

A green robed cultivator took the Spirit Gathering Grass and asked: "What is your name?"

"Han Yan."

"Where do you live?" Sun Yuangang asked while writing.

Han Yan replied: "Bluestone Village of Tianfeng City."

After memorizing it, Sun Yuangang threw a wooden identity token to Han Yan and said, "This is the identity token for the outer disciples. You must take it well. "As long as you complete the mission in the future, there will be food for you. If you can't complete the mission, you can only drink water."

As he spoke, he pointed to a row of houses in the distance. "Choose a room there."

Hearing that, Han Yan was puzzled: "Immortal, when will I be able to cultivate the Immortal Art?"

Sun Yuangang was slightly surprised. "Immortals, Immortal Art?"

Then, he remembered that this kid just came from the mortal world. He smiled and explained, "Don't call me immortal, just call me senior brother. Furthermore, we are not immortals. You will understand in the future that the disciples who come here are generally not qualified to cultivate. "

Han Yan endured all these humiliation and suffering for the sake of cultivating immortality. However, the young man before him told him that he didn't have the qualifications to cultivate. How could this be okay? He hurriedly asked, "Senior brother, we don't have the qualifications to cultivate. Why are we here?"

Sun Yuangang said, "Of course it's to complete the mission. If we're lucky, it's not like we won't have the chance to cultivate."

"How can I cultivate to become an Immortal?" Hope once again ignited in Han Yan's initially gloomy heart.

"As long as you can complete the mission every day." Sun Yuangang slowly said, "If you can persevere for three years, you will have the qualifications to cultivate."

Han Yan's heart was overjoyed. He wished that he could complete the mission right now, and said: "What kind of missions are these?"

Sun Yuangang held his hands behind his back and smiled at Han Yan: "There are many types of missions. Herbs gathering, mining, clothing making, fishing, firewood cutting, laundry, cooking, the Spirit Gathering Grass you just harvested, count it as a mission ? ?"

Hearing that, Han Yan finally understood that the so-called outer sect disciples were actually the servants of the official disciples. If they could do it well, then they would have the chance to cultivate. Thinking about his own aptitude, if it was according to normal procedures, he would definitely not be able to learn the Immortal Art.

Han Yan clenched his teeth, and said loudly: "Alright, I'll do it!"

Such a loud voice startled Sun Yuangang. He rubbed his ears and asked, "What task do you want to take?"

"It's still herb picking!" Han Yan felt that he had at least taken the herbs before, and there were a lot of herbs in the Yin Corpse Sect. It would be easier for him to pick herbs than others.

He took out a hardcover book from his bosom and handed it over to Han Yan, "This is the name and appearance of all the medicinal herbs from the surrounding mountains. As long as you can gather one every day, it's considered as you completing your mission."

"It's that easy?" Han Yan received the book and walked toward a row of houses not far away without even looking at it.

Looking at Han Yan's departing figure, Sun Yuangang chuckled and said: "What an idiot. All the medicinal ingredients within a five kilometer radius have been gathered by someone. It's enough for you to be tired of searching for medicinal ingredients everyday."

Han Yan came to the front of the row of houses, and seeing that there was someone inside, he immediately asked: "Excuse me, is there anyone inside?"

A moment later, a voice came through the door, "It's full."

After walking for a few places, they were all filled with people. When he reached the tenth room, Han Yan asked a few questions, but no one replied him.

"We finally found no one." Han Yan heaved a sigh of relief and opened the door. There were two beds inside the room. One of them had a young man sleeping soundly. On the other bed, there was a neat blanket. Han Yan walked over to the bed and sat down. Just as he sat down, the wooden bed creaked as if it were about to break.

Han Yan immediately stood up and looked under the bed. Seeing that the wooden bed was missing a leg, he said depressingly: "No wonder no one is living in it, can this bed even be slept in?"

The youth sleeping soundly on the opposite side heard the sound and also woke up. He turned around to look at Han Yan and smiled: "Hello brother, I'm Xie Hu. From now on, let's sleep in this room together."

Han Yan nodded and said: "Hello, my name is Han Yan."

Xie Hu continued: "Oh right, there seems to be a problem with the bed, all of them ran away."

"It's fine, I'll fix it." Han Yan flipped the bed over, took down a few wooden sticks, and placed them down again.

Xie Hu, who was at the side, stared with his eyes wide open, and said in shock: "I say, brother, you were a carpenter before! You even know this? "

Han Yan smiled and explained: "In the past, when I was in the village, when Grandpa Carpenter was making things, I had seen it a few times."

"You only need to read it a few times to understand it?" Xie Hu stared straight at Han Yan, as if he was looking at a monster.

After that, Han Yan started a conversation with Xie Hu. When he asked Han Yan what kind of mission he wanted to take, he opened his eyes wide once again and asked in shock: "You've done this before?"

Han Yan nodded his head and said: "I have picked the herbs a few times in the past."

Xie Hu felt dizzy for a moment, and said gloomily: I only gathered it a few times, and you dare to accept this mission?