Chapter 9: White Jade and Ginseng

  That desolate and worn-out figure, with a head of white hair fluttering in the wind, once the family's number one genius, slowly left the Heavenly Dao Convention.

  On the spectator platform, Master Yang Hong gazed at the receding back of Yang Fan and his heart skipped a beat.

  Yang Fan left before, a apologetic smile from the host, made his heart feel an inexplicable and indescribable feeling.

  Yang Hong as the head of the Yang family is a person who values interests extremely highly.

  Since Yang Fan has become a useless person and has no value to the family, staying here would only bring shame.

  Yang Fan's departure has indeed attracted a lot of attention from many people.

  Even Yang Guang, who had just come on stage, couldn't help but glance at him with a surge of passion in his heart: "From today on, I am the first among the younger generation of our family. No one can stop my pace..."

  In a corner of the crowd, Yang Man, dressed to the nines and looking as beautiful as a flower, flashed a hint of pity in her bright eyes, only to be replaced by indifference: "What a shame... The first genius in our family, if it weren't for this accident, Father might have married me off to him..."

  Li Baozi saw Yang Fan leave, his eyes rolled around and a sinister light flashed across.

  He secretly took out a small paper crane from the storage bag, and with a few strokes of his hand, he whispered a few words to the paper crane.

  Finally, he snapped his fingers and this small paper crane turned into a faint, unremarkable pale blue light that flew to the horizon and vanished.

  Yang Fan left the ancestral land and returned to Yangjia Village, which was bustling with people.

  The various calls of vendors at the market reached Yang Fan's ears.

  Yangjia Fortress is not a purely immortal place, there are a large number of ordinary people living here, they rely on the southern neighbor Yang family.

  "Zhang Lao San's buns are big and fragrant, three for a penny!"

  "Just out of the oven, Chenxi Jianbing, crispy and savory, buy three get one free!"

  "Wanglaoji rice wine, a hundred-year-old brand, mellow and smooth..."

  ……

  "This is the world of ordinary people, they seem to be free and unrestrained, but in reality they are often bullied and oppressed, bearing the sufferings of birth, aging, sickness and death. Even if one is a noble king or high-ranking official, it is still hard to escape death, and difficult to grasp even a small part of this world."

  Yang Fan gazed at the bustling Yangjia Town Market, but in his heart was a piece of serenity.

  When he came into contact with Xian Tao and saw the hope of eternal life, he could no longer return to this ant-like life of looking up to others.

  Standing still, Yang Fan's mind once again immersed itself in the Xianhong space.

  Crouching down, he placed his palms on the green ground, and a stream of green light points poured into his body at an incredible speed, healing his injuries and replenishing his life force.

  Even these green light spots entered his mind and nourished his soul!

  After a half cup of tea's work, Yang Fan was refreshed and his body's fractured meridians and damaged internal organs were all restored to their original state.

  "This is simply too amazing, the healing effect of this green land is many times stronger than those so-called panaceas."

  Yang Fan let out a light breath, and his face regained some of its color. His pale hair also gained some luster.

  In just this short period of time, Yang Fan had recovered the strong physique that a Condensation Period cultivator possessed. The only difference now was that he had lost his magical powers and his Primordial Spirit was not as powerful as before, but it was still several times stronger than an ordinary person.

  "With my current state, even without relying on the Xianhong space, I can recover my original cultivation in four or five years."

  Yang Fan's heart was extremely excited, and his hands were slightly trembling.

  The green land easily restored his vitality and vigor, nourished his soul, and made him no longer limited by age, with potential comparable to that of an eleven or twelve year old boy.

  "Great, I'll go home now and practice that 'Xianhong Jue'."

  Yang Fan withdrew his attention and first walked towards the courtyard belonging to him in Yangjia Village.

  However, halfway through his journey, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

  She immediately turned sideways, her eyes darting towards the back with a glance from the corner of her eye, but her gaze fell on the stall in front of her.

  "How much does this ginseng cost..."

  Yang Fan asked with feigned curiosity.

  "What a close call! He almost saw me!"

  In front of a certain store, three or four men with unpleasant faces crouched down, gazing through the endless stream of people at Yang Fan who was shopping not far away.

  "What's there to fear? This kid has lost all his magical powers and is no match even for an ordinary mortal..."

  "Let's wait a bit longer, until we get to a deserted place, and then we'll give him a good beating."

  The first one is named Bayi Hu Zhongnian Dao.

  "Yes, Eighth Uncle, with a cultivator like you here, we can be completely at ease."

  ……

  "Heh heh, Young Master Yang, this is a 500-year-old White Jade Ginseng, its value is not trivial. Unfortunately, it was obtained by several ordinary people and was not properly preserved, resulting in the loss of most of its vitality. Unless it can meet a skilled 'Alchemist', it will be hard to revive it from death."

  The owner of that stall was actually a cultivator in the initial stage of refining Qi, and he traded at Yangjia Fortress, apparently knowing Yang Fan, this former genius.

  Five hundred years of white jade ginseng, this is a treasure from heaven and earth!

  Yang Fan's heart moved slightly, and he asked: "How much is this white jade ginseng selling for?"

  "Yang Gongzi, let me introduce myself. I am Lin Zhong, a loose cultivator. Although you have lost your physical strength, your calm and composed demeanor in the face of such humiliation is truly admirable to us loose cultivators."

  "Since you like it, young master, I'll give this white jade ginseng to you."

  Lin Zhong's passionate way.

  Yang Fan thought for a moment and looked at Lin Zhong, saying: "Alright then, since Brother Lin is so polite, I'll accept this white jade ginseng."

  In the world of immortal cultivation, lone cultivators generally have no sect or school affiliation, and some don't even have a master to inherit from. They rely on one or two tattered and incomplete ancient manuals, painstakingly feeling their way through the path to immortality.

  For low-level cultivators, what they lack most is the true teachings of the sect, the methods and techniques of cultivation, magical tools and treasures, as well as experience and insights gained from practice.

  Lin Zhong gave Yang Fan this white jade ginseng so generously, he must have had an ulterior motive.

  "Another day, Lin brothers can come to my home as guests. Not the Yangjia Village where I live, but my home in Wuliuyi Town."

  Yang Fan said lightly.

  "Thank you, young master. Thank you, young master."

  Lin Zhong was also a clever person, thanking him repeatedly. Yang Fan had lost his cultivation powers, but he was after all a former Condensing Spirit Period cultivator, and the knowledge of cultivating immortality and magical techniques he possessed were definitely ten or a hundred times richer than Lin Zhong's.

  After saying goodbye to Lin Zhong, Yang Fan turned around again, with his back facing those few people who were following him.

  He suddenly ran to a secluded corner, turned his gaze, bit his index finger, and a piece of blood gushed out.

  "Begin!"

  He dipped his blood-stained fingers into the storage pouch at his waist.

  Yang Fanli took out a stack of talismans from the storage bag and hid them in his pocket.

  After doing all this, Yang Fan let out a light breath.

  Having lost his magical powers, he could only use his own blood as a catalyst, barely opening the storage bag and taking out over a dozen talismans.

  This storage bag had accompanied him for so many years, and coupled with the fact that he was a Condensation Period cultivator in his previous life, the fresh blood in his body contained some spirituality.

  Through this method, even if he loses his magical powers, under the circumstances of understanding the principles of magic, he can barely start some spells that only require a small amount of magical power to cast.

  "Look over there! Quick!"

  Bazhi Hu, a middle-aged man, let out a loud cry and continued to follow with three others.

  Just then, Yang Fan disappeared from their sight, startling Eighth Uncle for a moment.

  "This is a matter of 10 pieces of spiritual stones and 1,000 taels of silver, this 'fat sheep' must not be allowed to escape."

  Yang Fan walked halfway and his mind once again immersed in "Xianhong Space".

  Standing on the green land, Yang Fan looked at the small dog not far away and asked: "How can I put my items in real space here?"

  The puppy said: "Just move your thoughts and it's done."

  "Is it that simple?"

  Yang Fan's mind stirred, and the white jade ginseng in his hand entered the Xianhong space, where it was held in his hand.

  "Huh? The ginseng in your hand looks like it's about to die. Put it on the green soil, and it will recover in no time."

  The little dog looked at Yang Fan's hand holding the ginseng and suddenly said a sentence.

  "Hehe, I had this idea earlier, that's why I bought it. Didn't expect the green land to have such an effect."

  Yang Fan's happy way.

  "I'll go help you get the tools from the warehouse..."

  After that, the little dog went into the thatched hut behind it, took out a small shovel from inside, ran to Yang Fan's hand and handed the small shovel to him.

  Yang Fan understood its meaning and used a small shovel to remove the weeds from the green land, dug open the soil, and buried the ginseng halfway.

  Suddenly, threads of green fine streams extended from the green land and surged into the white jade ginseng.

  The white jade ginseng restored its vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually recovering from its originally wilted and lifeless state.

  "It's great... With this 500-year-old white jade ginseng, it can be sold for hundreds of spirit stones in the trading market."

  Yang Fan was overjoyed.

  Hundreds of spirit stones, that's a pretty hefty sum.

  Yang Fan slowly returned to his own courtyard, intentionally leaving the door open.

  "Hurry up and follow me..."

  Eight Trigrams Hu directed three thugs, rudely rushing into someone else's courtyard.

  However, after entering another courtyard, they suddenly discovered:

  Yang Fan's whereabouts are unknown!

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