Published: August 16, 2025
Chapter 139: Magical Treasure Fragment
As for those few kinds of spells, both the concealment technique and the sound transmission technique were auxiliary spells similar to the heaven's eye technique. Anyone with a basic understanding of magical power could learn them, so Han Li picked them up quite easily.
The sound transmission technique was a talisman art that Han Li had seen several times before—it required the use of a "sound transmission talisman" to activate.
The concealment technique, on the other hand, was a purely ordinary spell. It involved attaching spiritual power to the whole body, causing the body to adopt protective colors similar to the surrounding environment, making it difficult to detect. However, this spell was somewhat useless because the heaven's eye technique could easily see through it. It was ineffective in truly hiding from other immortal cultivators.
The quicksand technique and freezing technique were both regional spells. One could turn soil into sand within the range of magical power, and the other could freeze water in the area into ice.
The strength of these two spells depended entirely on the depth of the caster's magical power. If a great master cast them, it would be possible to turn thousands of miles of fertile fields into deserts or freeze vast rivers like the Yangtze into glaciers.
These spells were classified as lower-tier beginner spells simply because they were easy to learn. Even low-rank immortal cultivators in the qi refining stage could pick them up with little difficulty. Their only limitation was the small range due to limited magical power.
Han Li initially struggled to learn these two spells, but after his sudden breakthrough to the ninth level of magical power doubled his strength, he easily mastered them. Now, he could freely turn an area the size of a tabletop into sand or ice, which excited him greatly.
As for the remaining spells, Han Li couldn’t comprehend them immediately. Helpless, he had to leave them for future study and contemplation.
Since the Tainan Meeting was about to end, the number of young immortal cultivators attending the Grand Trading Plaza peaked in its final two days.
At that moment, the plaza where Han Li stood was packed with over two thousand cultivators. The number of vendors had multiplied several times over. Most were eager to seize the last opportunity to sell off any remaining items.
Many high-level cultivators who had been quietly observing from the sidelines finally appeared as well. They wanted to take advantage of this chance to scrutinize potential rivals.
Han Li smiled wryly. Even though he had reached the ninth level, among so many cultivators, he was still only average. There were many others above the ninth level!
With no spirit stones and only a few pills to his name, Han Li had no intention of shopping. Instead, he followed the crowd from stall to stall, listening to cultivators discuss their trades and share insights, expanding his knowledge.
Along the way, he learned a lot about some magical artifacts and materials. For example: magical artifact darts that automatically track enemies; gourds that can spit fire; long knives that freeze whoever they cut; silver-winged ant eggs used for making pills; century-old iron-wire snake scales useful for forging artifacts; and so on.
The more Han Li listened, the more fascinated he became. Unconsciously, he found himself in the middle section of the plaza.
“No, I don’t want this item. Exchange it for something else!”
“This is a magical treasure fragment! This material alone is worth far more than your bowl!”
“What use do I have for a fragment? Can you find a core formation stage cultivator to refine it? Don’t even think about swapping for my Returning Wind Bowl!”
A heated argument erupted at a stall ahead.
“Magical treasure fragment?” The surprising news immediately caused a stir, and crowds quickly surrounded the stall, making it difficult to get close.
Magical treasures were things that low-rank cultivators dared only dream of. Yet here in Tainan Valley, there was one—albeit just a fragment. This was a miracle. The cultivators were like cats smelling blood, itching with anticipation.