1466 Eighth level of the Essence Spirit Realm, Awakening of the Golden Crow Bloodline! (2)
The Golden Crow Clan also had methods to refine the Desolate Pearls, but it was controlled within the large clan.
According to the shopkeeper, 120 Desolate Pearls was more than half a year’s income for their shop.
As Han Muye walked out of the shop, his gaze swept over the small wooden building on the second floor not far away.
The wooden building was rather crude.
But compared to the crowd of stone houses, it stood out.
This was the bustling Dingfei Inn where the esteemed Daoist Changyao resided.
Han Muye’s gaze fell on the second floor of the wooden building, where a thin Daoist in a light yellow Daoist robe happened to be looking at him.
He was looking at the Golden Crow Clan mark on his forehead.
The Daoist showed a smile on his face and nodded towards Han Muye.
Han Muye also nodded, turned around, and walked towards a nearby shop with a sign indicating alchemical medicines.
Watching Han Muye leave, Daoist Changyao’s expression slowly turned cold.
“The Golden Crow Clan is rarely seen in the Tiger Leap Ridge.”
“Could this person be related to the deaths of those hunters?”
He raised his hand, beckoning a middle-aged man in a black robe over, and whispered a few words.
The middle-aged man nodded and walked downstairs.
Han Muye visited several medicine shops, exchanging the medicines he had with him for Desolate Pearls.
After one round, he had three more cloth bags around his waist, each containing over a hundred Desolate Pearls.
This was still with the mediocre spiritual medicines in his hands; the grade of the refined elixirs was simply not high enough.
Otherwise, he would have obtained many more Desolate Pearls.
Those shops that collected pills were all curious about the pills in Han Muye’s hands and agreed to exchange them for more elixirs whenever he had them.
A Luo Rabbit clansman who was familiar with alchemy wanted to exchange alchemy insights with Han Muye.
However, Han Muye clearly felt that this person’s alchemy skills were mediocre, so he casually exchanged a few words and left.
What was the point of discussing with someone who lacked understanding?
With the Desolate Pearls, Han Muye walked around the Tiger Leap Ridge and bought all the spirit herbs used for alchemy, the spiritual materials needed for refining weapons, and the materials needed by various clansmen.
It was only a little more than two months before the patriarch’s inheritance ceremony. Han Muye spent nearly 100 Desolate Pearls to buy all the fruits and wine needed for the ceremony.
If these hundred Desolate Pearls were exchanged for ordinary supplies, it would be enough for the people of the Han Mountain Clan to live on for more than half a year.
After spending all the Desolate Pearls on him, Han Muye hired a skilled Cloud Horse Clan member who was good at driving large carriages. They drove five large carriages and delivered all the supplies to the Han Mountain Clan.
The Cloud Horse Clan had always been involved in this kind of business, and within a radius of 100,000 miles, they could reach their destination in 10 days.
Han Muye did not accompany the convoy but headed towards the Dingfei Inn.
Obtaining supplies was just a side task for his purpose in coming to the Tiger Leap Ridge.
“The alchemy grandmaster of the Golden Crow Clan is truly a rare sight.” Just as he arrived in front of the Dingfei Inn, Daoist Changyao had already greeted him.
Behind him stood the middle-aged man with long ears.
Han Muye wasn’t surprised that Daoist Changyao referred to him as the alchemy grandmaster of the Golden Crow Clan. He had seen the figure of the long-eared man in various alchemical shops just now.
“Dingfei Building’s Daoist Changyao, I’ve heard early on that there is a cooking master in Tiger Leap Ridge, so I, Han Mou, naturally had to come.” Han Muye’s expression was calm as he spoke lightly.
“Han?” Daoist Changyao’s eyes flashed with a glimmer, nodding, “It happens that Daoist recently created a dish that enhances vitality. Young Master Han, please taste it.”
As he spoke, Daoist Chang Yao reached out and gently touched Han Muye’s arm.
Han Muye calmly allowed him to grasp his arm.
A faint essence spirit power entered Han Muye’s body.
This power was so subtle that if Han Muye’s cultivation had not reached the eighth level of the Essence Spirit and he had not known much about the human clan’s techniques, he would not have been able to perceive it.
The faint essence spirit power wandered through his body and quietly dissipated.
Daoist Changyao’s smile did not diminish.
At the fifth-level Essence Spirit, awakening a trace of the Golden Crow bloodline, this junior from the Golden Crow Clan was not ordinary, but he hadn’t reached the astonishing level.
After capturing him later, it would be a good opportunity to inquire about the matters of the Han Mountain Clan.
Little did he know that the essence spirit power just now had already exposed everything to Han Muye.
At the seventh level of the Essence Spirit Realm, he practiced a yin-soft cultivation technique.
Proficient in using a long whip as his weapon, he had been cultivating for 50,000 years, and his realm was stable, making further progress difficult.
Perhaps this was the reason Daoist Changyao came to this place.
Venturing into the territories of various clans in the Great Desolate was not something most human clans were willing to do.
As Daoist Changyao walked into the Dingfei Building, tables at small wooden tables downstairs were already filled with customers.
The dining here was obviously more refined than in other places, and many people were savoring the delicacies while enjoying their drinks.
Daoist Changyao arranged a secluded location for Han Muye, smiled, and went to prepare the dishes.
After a while, the waiter brought several plates of well-prepared dishes and a jug of wine.
Han Muye didn’t stand on ceremony; he took the wooden chopsticks handed to him by the waiter and began to eat heartily.
The taste was indeed good.
Not far away, Daoist Changyao chuckled, turned and went upstairs.
After a short wait, he raised his hand, and a faint green light flickered in the palm of his hand.
Han Muye sitting downstairs trembled, slowly stood up, and walked upstairs.
The waiter at the stairs didn’t find it strange; he reached out and helped Han Muye, leading him upstairs.
On the second floor, Daoist Changyao waved his hand, dismissing the waiter, then smiled and looked at Han Muye, saying, “Tell me, what is your name.”
“Han Muye.” Han Muye’s voice was calm, and his eyes seemed to lack any brilliance.
“Han Muye,” Daoist Changyao repeated, then asked again, “What is your position in the Han Mountain Clan?”
“Young Patriarch of the Han Mountain Clan,” Han Muye replied without hesitation.
