Supreme Emperor of Mist

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It was close to a week he's been living in this nameless village. And during these seven days, there's not a single day he was skipping on his cultivation.

But Qin Lan eventually lost his cool after painstakingly cultivating his first drop of Pure Spiritual Energy.

'What the hell actually happened to this Yuhuan Continent? How can the Spiritual Qi surrounding this continent reduces by more than a hundredfold?' Qin Lan asked. But with only regular verdant bushes and trees surrounding him, he couldn't get his question answered.

Unless... The trees around him were hosting a spirit and capable of conversation.

Still, having a body capable of storing a single drop of Pure Spiritual Energy is better than nothing. Although the speed of cultivation is slower than a snail's pace, it was better than not having a hint of cultivation at all.

This was the problem with the people living in this nameless village. Perhaps, their strength stagnates at this level because the people here hardly have a proper gathering technique or two to practice.

Furthermore, since they're considerably out of other human civilizations, this made them lived primitively, with no sense of money and its importance.

"Boy, would you like to come with me to the Iron Flesh Sect?" the village chief and farm manager asked. It seems that the villager already found out about his favorite spot after work.

"What is the reason for the visit?" Qin Lan asked. He hardly had a favorable opinion about the sect. But living inside this village until now, he had not even encountered their disciples once.

It's like this village were too distant from them.

"A messenger from the sect just came. They require ingredients like Oxhorn Roots, Blood Mandrakes, and Bittersweet Flower. Since we collected quite a number of the first two, we've decided to pay them a visit and see if they're interested in buying everything in bulk." the village chief replied.

Judging from his look, the village chief doesn't seem to be lying. Of course, he was not wrong to be a little suspicious due to the poor impression towards the Iron Flesh Sect and the three shady disciples.

If he wanted to really talk about it, even the previous owner of this body was a victim of their cruelty.

"Alright. I'll accompany both seniors to the sect for a walk. I'm a little eager to see what the sect looks like, anyway." Qin Lan nodded in reply. Since the two looks like they had a favorable impression on the Iron Flesh Sect, he might as well went with them to see what kind of sect it was.

On his way back to the village that evening, Qin Lan came across the guard again. It seems that his wounds have been patching up pretty well after applying the healing salve. In fact, he recovered about two days ago.

But due to his wife's worry, he unwillingly stays quietly in his house to accompany his wife until today. Sometimes, a little break is needed for a couple to maintain their relationship until their hair turns grey from aging happily.

"Hey! I haven't thanked you yet for the ointment you've made. Without that, who knows until when I have to stay in bed." the guard slapped Qin Lan's shoulder. It seems that the guard's wife has been making a small item bag for Qin Lan to store his belonging.

If this gesture came from any married ladies inside the village, perhaps Qin Lan would be the enemy of all married men. But this time, it was a special occasion. As one of the few tailors in this village, it was natural to make something she's good with to repay Qin Lan's goodwill.

Especially when the only doctor in the village mentioned that her husband might have to be in bed for at least a month before he recovered. And with Qin Lan's help, four days was all he needed before getting out from bed energetically.

"This is a small gesture from my wife if you don't mind. We would be happy if you're willing to accept it." said the guard as he passed the pouch about the size of the guard's palm to Qin Lan. It was woven with fiber made from tree barks beaten and cooked until they could be rolled into threads.

The pouch comes in black and red thread, with his name "Qin Lan" sewn on the bottom corner. Of course, since the word "Lan" in his name represents something else, there's a mistake in her needlework.

But that was something insignificant to be bothered.

Although the quality of the pouch is mediocre, it was the heart that counts.

"Of course, I'm happy to accept this." Qin Lan accepted the pouch in hand with a smile.

The two continued to talk for a while until the females were shouting that the dinner was ready. Since Qin Lan would be following the village chief and farm manager to the Iron Flesh Sect tomorrow, he should quickly grab a meal and rest afterward.

He knew that the route to the sect would take around two hours to arrive, but pulling a carriage with herbs might take them about three hours to arrive at the Iron Flesh Sect.

Since there's no point for him to be worrying too much, Qin Lan closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly. By the time he opened his eyes, it was already the following day morning.

Hurriedly preparing himself and washing his face, Qin Lan made his way out from the stable. His appearance today was slightly different from the usual unkept Qin Lan.

Because of his usual habit, Qin Lan could not accept himself for looking unpresentable when going to a proper establishment.

"We should make our way to the sect now. If we were too late, the others would have sold their wares first. Let us get there before everyone else and empty our cart while we come back!" the manager said with a smile on his face.

The three departed. Although the stable was capable of keeping care of a few horses, the village was, in fact, had no horse. All they had was two male donkeys. And with Qin Lan accompanying them on this trip, it was an opportunity for the manager to relax a little.

Because there's a youngster to help to push the cart today!

Halfway on their trip to the Iron Flesh Sect, the village chief suddenly asked Qin Lan.

"Have you heard anything about the Iron Flesh Sect before, boy?" he said.

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