Xianhong Road

Chapter 9 White Jade Ginseng
That desolate and vicissitudes of life figure, with white hair fluttering in the wind, once the first genius of the family, he slowly left the Wentian Conference.

On the spectator platform, Patriarch Yang Hong looked at Yang Fan's leaving back, and couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

Before Yang Fan left, he smiled apologetically at the Patriarch, which gave him an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

As the head of the Yang family, Yang Hong is a person who attaches great importance to interests.

Since Yang Fan has become a useless person, he has no use value for the family at all, and staying here would be embarrassing and conspicuous, so there is no need to stay here.

Yang Fan's departure certainly attracted the attention of many people.

Even Yang Guang, who just came to the stage, couldn't help but glance at him, his heart was full of passion: "From today on, I will be No.1 among the younger generation of the family, and no one can stop my pace..."

In a corner of the crowd, Yang Man, who was dressed in a beautiful dress like a flower, had a flash of pity in her bright eyes, which was soon replaced by indifference: "It's a pity... the first genius in the family, if it wasn't for this accident If so, my father will very likely marry me to him..."

Seeing Yang Fan leave, Fatty Li rolled his eyes and flashed a sinister light.

He secretly took out a small paper crane from the storage bag, shot a few flashes of light in his hand, and whispered something to the paper crane.

Finally, with a flick of his fingers, the little paper crane turned into an inconspicuous hazy blue light, flew into the sky, and disappeared.

Yang Fan left the important place of the family, and returned to the Yangjiabao, which was full of people.

Here, the various voices of buying and selling in the market reached Yang Fan's ears.

The Yang Family Fort is not a purely immortal place, there are a large number of mortals living here, and they are attached to the Yang Family next door to the south.

"Zhang Laosan's steamed buns are big and fragrant, three for a penny!"

"The freshly baked Chenxi pancakes are crispy, fragrant and moist, buy three get one free!"

"Wang Lao Jimmy wine, a century-old brand, has a mellow and delicious taste..."

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"This is the world of ordinary people. They seem to be unrestrained, but in fact they are bullied and suffer from life, old age, sickness and death. Even if they are princes and generals, they cannot escape death, and it is difficult to get a glimpse of this world."

Yang Fan stared at the bustling Yangjiabao Market, but his heart was peaceful.

When he came into contact with the immortal way and saw the hope of immortality, it was difficult for him to return to this kind of ant life that looked up to others.

Standing where he was, Yang Fan's mind was once again immersed in Xianhong's space.

Crouching down, he put his palms on the green ground, and green light spots poured into his body continuously, recovering his injuries and replenishing his life functions at an incredible speed.

Even, these green light spots entered his mind, nourishing his soul!

After half a cup of tea, Yang Fan felt refreshed, and the broken tendons in his body, as well as the damaged internal organs, all returned to their original state.

"This is simply amazing. The healing effect of the green land is many times stronger than those so-called panacea."

Yang Fan exhaled lightly, his face was a little more bloody, and his pale hair was also a little more variegated.

With just half a cup of tea, Yang Fan regained the strong body that a monk in the Concentrating Stage had. The only difference now is that he has lost his mana, and his Yuanshen is not as strong as before, but several times stronger than ordinary people.

"With my current state, even if I don't use Xianhong Space, I can restore my original cultivation within four to five years."

Yang Fan was extremely excited, and his hands trembled slightly.

The green land easily restores his vitality and vitality, and nourishes his soul, so that he is no longer restricted by age, and has the potential comparable to an eleven or twelve-year-old boy.

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

Yang Fan withdrew his mind and walked towards his own courtyard in Yangjiabao.

However, when he was halfway there, he suddenly noticed something unusual.

Immediately turned sideways, glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, but his eyes fell on the booth in front of him.

"How do you sell this ginseng..."

Yang Fan pretended to ask.

"It's so dangerous, I was almost seen by him!"

In front of the door of a certain shop, three or four men with unfriendly faces squatted down, watching Yang Fan who was shopping not far away through the endless stream of people.

"What are you afraid of? This kid has lost all his mana, he is not even as good as an ordinary mortal..."

"Let's wait a little longer, and when we get to a place where no one is around, we'll give him a hard meal."

The first one is a middle-aged man with a mustache.

"Yes, Eighth Uncle, with you as a cultivator here, we can be sure that nothing will go wrong."

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"Hehe, Mr. Yang, this is a 500-year-old white jade ginseng, which is very valuable. It's a pity that this thing was obtained by a few mortals, and it was not kept properly, causing it to lose most of its vitality. An 'alchemist' can bring him back from the dead."

The owner of that booth turned out to be a monk in the early stage of Qi refining. He traded in Yangjiabao, and obviously knew Yang Fan, a former genius.

500-year-old white jade ginseng, this is a natural treasure!
Yang Fan's heart moved, and he asked, "How to sell this white jade ginseng?"

"Young Master Yang, let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Zhong, and I am a casual cultivator. Although the young master has lost all his mana, he is so calm that he is not shocked by honor or humiliation, which makes us admire the casual cultivators."

"Since the young master likes it, I might as well give you this white jade ginseng."

Lin Zhong said enthusiastically.

Yang Fan looked at Lin Zhong thoughtfully, and said, "Well then, since Brother Lin is so polite, I will accept this white jade ginseng."

Loose cultivators in the world of cultivating immortals generally have no background or sect, and some don't even have a teacher. With one or two dilapidated and incomplete exercises, they grope for the immortal way with great difficulty.

For low-level casual cultivators, what they lack the most is the way of cultivation, jade slips of exercises, magic weapons and treasures, cultivation experience and so on, all they lack.

There must be a purpose for Lin Zhong to give this white jade ginseng to Yang Fan so generously.

"Another day, brother Lin can come to my house as a guest. It's not my residence in Yangjiabao, but my home in Wuliu Town."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"Thank you, son, thank you son."

Lin Zhong is also a smart person, thank you again and again.Although Yang Fan lost all his mana, he was a monk in the concentration period after all, and his knowledge of cultivating immortals and magical methods must be ten times or a hundred times richer than him.

After bidding farewell to Lin Zhong, Yang Fan turned his back to the people following him.

Suddenly running to a hidden corner, he turned his gaze, bit his index finger, and blood gushed out.

"start!"

He tapped his blood-stained fingers on the storage bag at his waist.

The storage bag was opened, and Yang Fan quickly took out a stack of talisman seals and hid it in his pocket.

After doing this, Yang Fan let out a sigh of relief.

Losing mana, he only needs to use his own blood as a guide to forcefully open the storage bag and take out more than a dozen talismans.

After all, this storage bag has been with him for so many years, and as a monk in the Concentration stage, the blood in his body contains some spirituality.

Through this method, even if he loses mana, he can barely activate some spells that can be cast with only a small amount of mana if he understands the principles of spells.

"Over there! Look!"

The middle-aged man with the mustache let out an exclamation, and continued to follow with the three hooligans.

Just a moment ago, Yang Fan disappeared from their sight, which made Bashu panic for a moment.

"This is a job that involves ten spirit stones and 1000 taels of silver. We must not let this 'fat sheep' get lost."

Yang Fan walked halfway, and his mind was immersed in the "Xianhong Space" again.

Standing on the green ground, Yang Fan looked at the puppy not far away, and asked, "How do I put my items in the real space here?"

The little dog said: "Just move your mind."

"So Easy?"

With a thought of Yang Fan, the white jade ginseng in his hand entered Xianhong's space, and he held it in his hand.

"Eh? The ginseng in your hand looks like it's going to die soon. If you put it on the green ground, it will recover within half a day."

The puppy looked at the ginseng in Yang Fan's hand, and suddenly said something.

"Hehe, I bought it after I had guessed it a long time ago. I didn't expect the green land to have such an effect."

Yang Fan said cheerfully.

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

After all, the puppy entered the hut behind him, took out a small shovel from inside, ran to Yang Fan's hand, and handed the small shovel to him.

Yang Fan understood what it meant, so he used a small shovel to remove weeds on the green land, dug up the soil, and buried half of the ginseng in it.

In an instant, traces of green streams stretched out from the green land and poured into the white jade ginseng.

White jade ginseng gradually regained its vitality from its original sluggish state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That's great... just with this 500-year-old white jade ginseng, you can sell hundreds of spirit stones in the trading market."

Yang Fan was overjoyed.

Hundreds of spirit stones, that's a lot of money.

Slowly, Yang Fan returned to his other courtyard, intentionally not closing the door.

"Hurry up and follow..."

Ba Zihu commanded three hooligans, and rushed into the other courtyard brutally.

However, after entering the other courtyard, they suddenly discovered:
Yang Fan is nowhere to be seen!

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