29: Chapter 29 New Helper

Chen Fan nodded slightly and asked with a smile, "How were the Medicinal Pills from last time?"

"The quality was top-notch. May I ask where you obtained them, Fellow Daoist?" the female stall owner asked with a smile.

"Naturally, they were refined by me."

"You?" The female stall owner frowned slightly, somewhat disbelieving. To be able to refine that kind of Medicinal Pill, one's cultivation base would need to be at least Late-stage Qi Refining, and it was obvious that the Cultivator before her was not.

However, she did not dwell on it; after all, in the black market, things were often not what they seemed.

"This time, I need a large quantity of Talismans."

As he spoke, Chen Fan took out three Medicinal Pill bottles from his Storage Pouch.

The female stall owner swept her spiritual sense over them slightly and discovered that the quality of the Medicinal Pills inside was exactly the same as last time, causing her to feel inexplicably excited.

This type of Medicinal Pill had a high selling price in shops, and she could not afford them at all under normal circumstances.

"Tell me how many Talismans you want to trade for."

Chen Fan did not make exorbitant demands; he sold them for the same price as they would fetch at the Treasure Pavilion.

After hearing the price, the female stall owner did not haggle and brought out the full amount of Talismans of equal value.

"Many thanks." Chen Fan stowed them away, glanced around hurriedly, and left immediately.

Watching the other party's anxious appearance, the female stall owner was lost in thought. Suddenly, she glanced over and noticed two Cultivators chasing directly after him.

"So that's how it is."

The female stall owner packed up her stall and followed cautiously.

...

Chen Fan did not head directly towards the market; instead, he turned and went into the more remote mountains.

Not long after, a rustling sound quickly came from behind him.

The first to walk out was the Thin Tall Cultivator dressed in the attire of the Qin Family, his face full of disdain.

In his view, dealing with a Cultivator one Realm lower was too easy. His gaze was fixed straight on the Storage Pouch at Chen Fan's waist; he had long since noticed that the other party possessed considerable wealth.

"Matrilocal son-in-law Chen, I didn't expect you to seek your own death by coming to this desolate wilderness."

"This clansman, you and I have no enmity; why are you acting with such intense Killing Intent?" Chen Fan had already prepared his Talismans and was just waiting for the right Opportunity.

"Hmph, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn't have."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from a distance, and a withered, thin old man walked out slowly.

"So it was you?" Chen Fan was somewhat surprised, unable to figure out where he could have offended the other party in his daily life.

"Matrilocal son-in-law Chen, you merely possess Fake Spiritual Root Aptitude, yet you are able to use ancient techniques to solve problems with Medicinal Pills one after another; this in itself is a problem."

"Oh? And what does Alchemist Xu mean by that?" Chen Fan gave a cold smile, feeling somewhat amused yet frustrated.

"You must have some Opportunity on you. Tell us what you know, and you might be spared some physical suffering."

"So that's it. I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you both."

"Hmph, don't reject a gentle approach only to be forced into a harsh one. Alchemist Xu, I will capture this brat first, and then we can interrogate him under torture."

However, just as he finished saying this, Chen Fan's pupils shrank sharply. Catching him off guard, he unleashed a large number of Talismans.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A series of explosions rang out one after another, and massive flames and lightning quickly spread around the two of them.

The Thin Tall Cultivator and Guest Alchemist Xu Daoran were caught off guard and retreated repeatedly.

Guest Alchemist Xu Daoran had opened his protective barrier late and was also left covered in soot, clutching his chest and appearing to be in extreme pain.

"You're courting death."

The Thin Tall Cultivator was furious and unleashed a green-glowing broadsword of considerable power from a distance.

Chen Fan was unafraid; he slapped his Storage Pouch and directly unleashed a Medium Grade Flying Sword, responding with his full strength.

With a "whoosh" sound, a cyan light emanated, emitting a powerful sword pressure.

"A Medium Grade Magical Artifact? Heh, I had long heard that you were quite wealthy, and it turns out to be true."

The Thin Tall Cultivator's face revealed a look of greed. He unleashed another Flying Sword, using his powerful spiritual sense to control it unceasingly, attacking from both sides.

However, he had underestimated the power of the Medium Grade Magical Artifact. With a "crack" sound, one of the green-glowing broadswords was snapped in two.

The other Flying Sword was entangled by the Low Grade Flying Blade that had been thrown out.

Chen Fan frowned slightly. After a series of continuous strikes, he discovered that the other party's strength was not weak.

He had originally wanted to kill him with full force, but because he was wary of Guest Alchemist Xu Daoran standing in the distance, he dared not rashly reveal his trump card, and for a time, they were locked in a war of attrition.

In the distance, Guest Alchemist Xu Daoran was still clutching his chest, appearing to be in extreme pain, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The Qin-surname Thin Tall Cultivator's expression was extremely ugly. He realized that after several rounds of spell fighting, he had not only expended a great deal of Qi but was also unable to make any further progress.

"If this stalemate continues, it will be extremely disadvantageous. Should I use the soul-extinguishing awl?"

Chen Fan was quite hesitant, but after consuming a Qi-Recovery Pill, he decided to strike when the other party was off guard.

He flipped his hand and threw out all the Fireball Talismans he had purchased. For a moment, flames soared into the sky all around, and explosions rang out continuously.

Taking advantage of the Qin-surname tall Cultivator dodging left and right, he formed a hand seal and controlled the Medium Grade Flying Sword to attack rapidly.

"Bang, bang!"

Under the continuous attacks, the Qin-surname tall Cultivator felt intense pain all over his body.

"Hmph, I want to see just how much Qi you have."

The Qin-surname tall Cultivator's facial skin twitched slightly, and he grimaced hoarsely.

Just as he was defending with all his might, he heard a sound of something piercing the air.

"What is this?"

He looked carefully but did not discover anything unusual. However, by the time he reacted, it was already too late.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry rang out. His whole body stiffened, his expression became dull, and his face was full of disbelief.

It turned out that the soul-extinguishing awl was extremely fast; it had pierced straight through his Physical Body and then plunged directly into his Sea of Consciousness.

"He fell so quickly?" Guest Alchemist Xu Daoran, who was watching the battle from afar, frowned slightly, stroking his greying beard, lost in thought.

"Guest Alchemist Xu Daoran, it's your turn." Chen Fan did not believe that the other party was truly injured; he suspected that he wanted to reap the benefits like the fisherman in the idiom.

"Hahaha, interesting. I truly did not expect you to have two Medium Grade Magical Artifacts of such considerable power in your hands."

After speaking, a massive aura slowly emanated from him.

"Ah, Qi Refining Level 9? So you were already at the Late-stage Qi Refining?"

Chen Fan felt a bitter taste in his mouth; he had never imagined that the other party would be hiding so deeply.

"Matrilocal son-in-law Chen, you are still quite green. Accept your fate today; without your trump cards, I want to see how you will escape."

Guest Alchemist Xu Daoran slapped his Storage Pouch, and a golden light emanated. After forming a series of hand seals, a massive golden net descended from the sky.

Just as he was casting the spell with all his might and was certain of victory, his expression suddenly changed.

He suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his body. Upon closer inspection, he didn't know when it had happened, but a cold flying blade had pierced through his chest.

Just as he turned to look, a flying blade lightly grazed his neck. The next moment, his round head fell to the ground.

Immediately after, a Fireball Talisman struck, and a ball of flames burst out.

"What is this?" Chen Fan in the distance was confused, but after seeing clearly, he was overjoyed.

It turned out that the person who had suddenly launched the sneak attack was the female stall owner who sold Talismans in the black market.

"Many thanks." Chen Fan cupped his hands slightly.

"No need to be so polite. So you really are an Alchemist." The female stall owner wearing a bamboo hat appeared quite excited.

At this moment, she no longer concealed her figure; she removed her bamboo hat, revealing a stunningly beautiful face.