Published: August 16, 2025
Chapter 132: The Harvest
Han Li felt greatly disappointed upon hearing this, but he wasn't very surprised. After all, the Yellow Dragon Pill and the Golden Marrow Pill were considered holy medicines in the mortal world. They might be miraculous pills for ordinary people, but for immortal cultivators, they were indeed somewhat inferior.
Since the other party showed no interest, Han Li didn’t intend to haggle further. He reached out his hand, intending to take back the porcelain bottle.
“But even if these pills are a bit lacking, if you have a few more, I’ll trade with you!” The young man suddenly spoke up, wearing a look of regret.
Han Li, who had just extended his arm, immediately withdrew it upon hearing the young man’s words, letting out a light laugh.
“Did I say I only have these two bottles?” Han Li squinted his eyes, staring at the youth as he spoke slowly.
“You have more?” The youth was slightly surprised, but quickly showed a joyful expression.
“Of course. But if you want too many, I’ll have to consider whether to make this deal,” Han Li said noncommittally, wary of the other party making an exorbitant demand.
“That’s great! Not too many, just three more bottles will do. That’s enough for me to break through the bottleneck in a short time,” the youth became excited, showing enthusiasm that sharply contrasted with his previous cold attitude.
It was no wonder. Pills that could solidify the foundation and promote the advancement of cultivation techniques were precious—who would be willing to trade them away? This was also the main reason why the young man hadn’t managed to trade his “Flying Talisman” in the past few days.
Although Han Li’s Yellow Dragon Pill and Golden Marrow Pill weren’t top-grade spirit medicines for immortal cultivators, their quantity advantage was enough for this fellow, who had lingered at the peak of the ninth level for a long time, to break through to the tenth level and make great progress.
But only someone like Han Li, who treated such pills like snacks, could afford to trade them away. Still, Han Li knew the importance of not displaying wealth openly; he didn’t want to give the impression that he could easily produce a large number of pills without feeling any pain.
So, he stroked his chin, putting on an expression of reluctant pain.
“Is that so? Isn’t that a bit too much? You’re going to trade all the pills you have on you!” Han Li muttered deliberately in a low voice.
“That’s not too many! After all, these are high-level spiritual talismans! Just think about it—if you have this talisman on you, in case of danger, you can immediately take off and escape. It even flies much faster than ordinary birds, essentially giving you an extra life! And as long as the talisman’s spiritual energy remains, it can be used repeatedly. It’s a very practical talisman!” The youth, seeing Han Li seemed genuinely willing to provide the needed pills, smiled even more broadly and enthusiastically extolled the merits of his flying talisman, fearing Han Li might change his mind and refuse the trade.
“If you want to trade, that’s fine. Give me that stack of talisman paper as a bonus, and also that book!” Han Li, seeing the other party truly wanted to trade his pills, didn’t hold back and pointed to a stack of blank talisman paper on the stall, along with a tattered incomplete copy of the Basic Spell Formations.
The youth was momentarily stunned, but when he saw Han Li was only asking for low-level talisman paper and a spell book that was basically unsellable, his heart leaped with joy and he readily agreed.
Thus, the “Flying Talisman” became Han Li’s property, along with a dozen sheets of talisman paper and a spell book he had long been eyeing.
Han Li flipped through the old book a little. It was full of the most basic elementary spell formations, containing seven or eight low-level spells and an elementary mid-level “Earth Thorn Technique” recorded within.