(Haha! Maybe a bit late—I just finished typing it and didn’t dare delay a single moment. Please forgive me!) (Don’t forget to vote!) "Two spirit stones!" a clear, sweet female voice reached韩立's ears. 韩立 was momentarily startled, realizing that the vendor who had been quietly reading her book was actually a lovely, charming young girl. "Is there anything missing from this book?" asked韩立 once he regained his composure. "No, all the chapters from one to thirteen of the Changchun Technique are complete," the girl replied with grace. 韩立 nodded, then randomly flipped a few more pages before closing the book. "Shall we proceed with the exchange of pills?" asked韩立 directly. "Pills?" the girl looked surprised, her eyes widening. "It depends on the type of pills. For healing or treating illnesses, they aren't particularly valuable," the girl gently smoothed her disheveled hair. Upon hearing the young lady's words, Han Li knew the matter was highly promising, and thus promptly produced a bottle of "Yellow Dragon Pills" and placed it before her. "These pills strengthen the body's foundation and refine one's spiritual power!" Han Li did not hesitate to boast. "Strengthen the body and refine the foundation?" The young lady, who had previously maintained a composed demeanor, now grew slightly nervous. She leaned forward, approaching Han Li closely, gently lifted the jade bottle, poured out a pill, and then lowered her head to carefully inhale its aroma. Han Li, standing above her, could clearly see the section of her neck exposed as she leaned in. With the young lady so close, a delicate, feminine fragrance filled the air, causing Han Li's heart to quicken and his cheeks to grow slightly flushed. "Indeed, these are pills that refine spiritual power!" the young lady exclaimed with delight after a moment of scenting. She then raised her head, beaming with joy and gazing earnestly at Han Li, asking, "Do you have any other such pills?" If there's any, I'll take as many as I can—my inventory here is entirely at your disposal. Should that not suffice, I can also purchase it with spirit stones!" With that, the young woman clutched the bottle tightly, her gaze fixed steadily on Han Li, afraid to hear a single "no" from him. Han Li found it quite amusing that the once composed and graceful young woman had become so tense. Yet, he couldn't help but think to himself that he had perhaps undervalued the worth of such pills—he would need to be more cautious in the future. "Miss, don't worry. Let's first complete this transaction, and then we can discuss the next one, shall we?" Though Han Li had initially intended to decline, upon seeing the young woman's clear, earnest eyes, he suddenly recalled his younger sister at home, and his heart softened, allowing these words to flow naturally. "I'm truly sorry—I've been rather ungraceful just now," the young woman seemed to sense her own awkwardness, her cheeks turning slightly pink. "This book, just two of these pills will do." After the girl calmed down, she said. Upon hearing this, Han Li thought the price was fair and agreed. Then he began to scan the other items on the stall. "What is this?" he asked, drawn to an unobtrusive gray cloth bag. Especially notable was the fine red silk rope tightly tied around the bag's opening, making it full and plump. Han Li reached out and picked it up. "These are seeds of the Seven-Star Grass," the girl explained brightly. "The best raw material for making scroll paper comes from Seven-Star Grass that is at least ten years old." Han Li was struck by this—such a useful item—and immediately placed the bag before him. "The other things on the stall, do they have no use for me?" he said slowly, after glancing over the items again. "Really not interested in any of them? This Cold-ice Scroll is quite powerful, and the Revival Scroll can greatly restore your vitality," the girl expressed some reluctance, stepping forward to recommend them enthusiastically. Han Li found the young girl looking so bashful and unimpressed, and couldn't help but feel momentarily at a loss for words. "What's so funny?" the girl blushed again. "I actually just wanted to buy some cinnabar and a brush for writing spells—unfortunately, I don't see either here!" Han Li spoke with rare honesty. "Cinnabar and a spell brush, you say?" the girl furrowed her brows, hesitating. After pausing and thinking deeply, as though making up her mind, she suddenly looked up at Han Li and said, "I don't have cinnabar, but I do have a fine spell brush made from the golden-eyed, neck-hair of a mythical beast. It's quite expensive, though—I'm not sure if you have enough medicinal herbs to pay for it." Han Li was slightly surprised, yet smiled gently and said, "As long as the item is good, I'll be sure to make the young lady happy with the herbs." Hearing this, the girl felt reassured. She then produced a spiritual scroll, traced it lightly with her fingers, and tossed it into the air, where it instantly turned into a streak of flame and vanished. "Please wait a moment, my brother will bring the things shortly!" the young lady said, a bit shy. "No problem at all. As long as it's truly something worthwhile, I'm quite willing to wait a little longer!" Han Li replied calmly. A towering giant, completely out of proportion with the slender, graceful aura of a typical cultivator, was sprinting toward them, knocking several cultivators off their feet along the way. Though these cultivators had initially been furious, upon seeing the giant's extraordinary stature, they all grew stunned, hesitating before finally sighing and accepting the situation with a reluctant nod. "This pen is called Jin Zhu. The nib is made from the fine hair of the golden-eyed, golden-necked ape spirit, while the shaft is crafted from a blend of golden essence and black iron. After being carefully refined for three days and three nights by a cultivator at the Foundation Stage using both literary and martial fire, the pen is finally complete." The young woman spoke softly, yet with deep affection, her gaze lingering on the object with evident reluctance. Though she didn't fully understand all that he said, he sensed that this pen was no ordinary item—it carried a significant history. He was genuinely surprised that she was willing to part with such a precious possession, wondering if it was merely for the pills. "Indeed, you're offering this pen to me? How extraordinary!" Han Li gently traced the smooth shaft with his finger, studying the engraved characters "Jin Zhu" at the tip, and confirmed with a steady voice. Noticing his hesitation, the young woman hesitated briefly before finally revealing the truth, to assure him that the pen's origin was genuine and trustworthy. "This pen is an heirloom passed down through my family. It was once used by a master of seal-making art." Yet unfortunately, my siblings and I lack the natural talent for creating talismans, thus wasting this precious item. My elder brother, who is participating in this Ascension Gathering, has reached a critical stage in his cultivation—his technique is now stuck, and he can only progress with the aid of medicinal power. That is why he is willing to trade this item for your elixirs. The young woman spoke softly, her expression somewhat resigned. "Another cultivator stuck at a bottleneck! How incredibly coincidental!" Han Li mused, puzzled.