(Don't forget to vote! It's only a few hundred votes behind the last one. Let's keep voting vigorously!) Han Li listened, feeling deeply disappointed, yet not entirely surprised. After all, the "Yellow Dragon Pill" and the "Golden Essence Pill" were merely holy medicines in the mundane world—perhaps life-saving for ordinary people, but clearly falling short for cultivators. Since the other party didn't show interest, Han Li had no intention of further elaborating. He reached out to retrieve the porcelain bottle. "However, even if these pills aren't quite up to par, if you had a few more bottles, I'd gladly swap with you!" the young man suddenly spoke, his expression full of regret. Han Li's outstretched arm instantly retracted upon hearing this. He smiled lightly. "Did I say there were only two bottles?" Han Li narrowed his eyes, fixing them steadily on the young man. "More?" the young man was momentarily startled, but then brightened up. "Of course, but if I want too much, I'll have to consider whether to go through with this deal," Han Li said indifferently, fearing that the other party might make a sudden, large request. "Excellent! Just three more bottles would be sufficient—enough to help me break through my current bottleneck within a short period," the young man exclaimed, his enthusiasm overflowing, a stark contrast to his previously cold demeanor. It was no surprise, since any tonic that strengthened the fundamental essence and enhanced cultivation techniques was always cherished—how could anyone part with it when they themselves still needed it! This was precisely why the young man had been unable to sell the "Flight Scroll" over the past few days. Even though Han Li's "Yellow Dragon Pills" and "Golden Essence Pills" weren't considered particularly rare or premium among cultivators, their sheer volume was enough to propel the young man—long stuck at the ninth-tier peak—to reach the tenth tier, significantly advancing his cultivation. Only someone who treated such medicines as everyday snacks, like Han Li, would be willing to part with them for a trade. Yet Han Li well understood the principle of not showing one's wealth too openly. He didn't want to leave the impression that he could easily pull out large quantities of pills without any hesitation. So he stroked his chin, adopting a look of genuine reluctance. "Ah, that's quite a lot! I'd have to replace all my medicines!" Han Li murmured softly. "That's not really much! After all, these are high-level spiritual seals. Think about it—should any danger arise, as long as this seal remains with me, I can instantly ascend and travel far away, faster than ordinary birds. It's like gaining an extra life. And as long as the seal's spirit remains intact, it can be reused repeatedly—very practical indeed!" Seeing that Han Li seemed genuinely committed to making the exchange, the young man beamed even brighter, enthusiastically highlighting the advantages of his flight seal, eager to ensure Han Li wouldn't change his mind. "We can proceed with the exchange. Then, how about the sealing paper as a bonus? And the book too!" Seeing that the young man truly intended to trade for his elixirs, Han Li pointed without hesitation to a stack of blank scroll papers on the stall and an old, worn-out copy of the "Fundamental Spell Manual – Partial." The young man paused slightly, but upon noticing that Han Li had only indicated the lower-tier scroll papers and a book that barely sold, he immediately felt delighted and readily agreed. Thus, the "Flight Scroll" became Han Li's possession, along with an additional stack of scrolls and a spellbook that he had been eyeing for some time. Han Li gently flipped through the old book, which contained only the most basic introductory spells—seven or eight lower-tier techniques and one mid-tier, foundational "Earth Thorns" spell. Such a book was of little value to other cultivators, yet it greatly pleased Han Li, as he precisely lacked these fundamental spell techniques. While there were indeed similar books available at the earlier stalls—better and more comprehensive—their prices were astonishingly high. A collection of "Fundamental Incantations of the Five Elements" was priced at ninety medium-tier spiritual stones, while "Basic Water Incantation and Symbol Methods" cost sixty medium-tier stones. Though both books were thick and contained numerous incantations, Han Li simply could not afford them at this moment. After acquiring these items, Han Li felt somewhat weary and lost interest in continuing his leisurely browsing, so he promptly left the plaza and headed toward the pavilions. As he walked only a short distance from the plaza, he glanced back and noticed that the crowd inside had grown even larger—seeming to indicate that there were indeed many night-oriented cultivators who preferred to come out in the evening. Upon approaching these palace-style structures, Han Li realized that they were constructed from exceptionally precious cypress wood and large blocks of green stone. Not only were each pavilion intricately carved with dragons and phoenixes, showcasing great elegance, but faint fluctuations of spiritual energy could also be sensed near each building—exactly as the Qingwen Daoist had mentioned, the result of the established magical restrictions. Han Li circled around and finally located the pavilion he was looking for, then approached it. However, just a few feet before reaching his destination, he suddenly felt as though he had collided with something, and was then abruptly pushed backward by an invisible, immense force, being forced several steps away. Han Li was both surprised and excited—clearly, there were so many things in the immortal realm that he had yet to learn, and he truly wanted to master them all. As he thought this, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he activated his Heavenly Eye Technique, turning his gaze once more toward the small pavilion. To his sight, at a distance, a faint layer of green light now stood in front of him, completely enveloping the entire pavilion as if it were covered by a massive bowl turned upside down. Han Li stepped forward again and extended a finger, gently tapping the green light. It felt soft and elastic. With a bit more pressure, a subtle counterforce emerged—clearly, the defensive strength of this green light was quite impressive. Once Han Li understood the function of the green light, he no longer studied it further. Instead, he took the scroll given him by the Qingwen Daoist and pressed it against the luminous screen. Immediately, ripples spread across the green screen, and soon a circular opening appeared, just large enough for Han Li to pass through. Without hesitation, Han Li secured the scroll and stepped inside, heading toward the pavilion. At that moment, the opening gradually shrank until it completely closed, and the screen resumed its original state. The young monk named Kusang was sitting quietly on a vacant patch of ground in one corner of the hall, eyes closed, reciting his sutras with the serene demeanor of a master who had attained enlightenment. As for the others, Han Li had not yet seen them. How could this young monk be so fussy! Since someone was looking for me, he should have immediately informed me—instead, he's acting so hesitant. Clearly, I'll have to keep a distance from monks and similar people from now on! Internally, Han Li muttered this to himself, yet his face remained unchanged. He nodded politely and walked toward the staircase near the hall, ascending the second floor with a steady "dun-dun" sound. As soon as he entered the second floor, he spotted the two brothers, Black Wood and Black Gold, standing at the staircase entrance engaged in conversation. Upon seeing Han Li arrive, they immediately paused their talk and approached him. "Brother Han, Master Qingwen has been waiting for you in the room. Let's go with us!" Han Li maintained a calm expression and said nothing, simply following them as they meandered down the corridor into a room. The room was crowded—besides the monk, everyone else was there, and there were also two strangers he didn't recognize. One was a cheerful young man in his late teens or early twenties, and the other was a well-built, slender, slightly plump man in his early twenties. Clearly, these two were the "Please sit." The Qingwen Daoist politely indicated a chair beside him and said to Han Li. Han Li nodded and sat down. "These two are Wu Jiuzhi from Yunmen Jian and Huang Xiaotian from Shituo Valley," Qingwen introduced them to Han Li one by one. (If you enjoy this book, please don't forget to save it in your bookmarks.) Friend's book "The Great Battle of the Beasts" (Book No. 189204) has reached 600,000 words—please take a look!