Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

Seven days later…

On the third floor of the Mission Hall in Jianling City, in an antique house, the old man surnamed Zhong was looking at the two corpses on the ground with surprise.

Wu Fan was sitting on a chair, sipping tea calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou really surprised me. This Ghost Crying Master and Lai Guisan are not simple characters. Even I am not sure of winning against them. I didn't expect that once Fellow Daoist Zhou took action, he actually killed these two evil cultivators who have been famous overseas for a long time."

After checking and confirming the corpse, the old man surnamed Zhong turned his head and looked at Wu Fan on the side and complimented him, but he could obviously see the shock in his eyes.

"Haha, Fellow Daoist Zhong, you are too kind. I was able to get rid of these two people by sneak attack. It's a bit unpresentable to say, and it's not a real skill."

Wu Fan put down the teacup, shook his head and chuckled, appearing to be humble.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, your words are somewhat insincere. Although I was not present at the time, Junior Brother Hou Lie reported the details of your killing of Devil Cry that day. It is said that you took his life in a short time. I am afraid that no one can do this except for the seniors in the Nascent Soul Stage. Fellow Daoist Zhou, there is no need to be modest."

The old man surnamed Zhong also shook his head and chuckled, and at the same time stretched out his hand to point at Wu Fan, showing an attitude that I already knew it.

"Haha, how can I be modest? Fellow Daoist Zhong doesn't know that I actually have a magical power that just restrains Devil Cry, so I can quickly kill the enemy. Otherwise, how dare I take this kind of task. By the way, Fellow Daoist Zhong, this task has been completed. I wonder if the two spiritual herbs...!"

Wu Fan chuckled again, explained briefly, and immediately changed the subject and asked.

"Haha, don't worry, Fellow Daoist Zhou, I have already prepared your two spiritual medicines for you, please take a look."

The old man surnamed Zhong also saw that Wu Fan didn't want to talk about his strength. After all, some cultivators would regard some of their methods as secret. Although he also wanted to ask indirect questions and find out how the other party killed Devil Cry without being told by Hou Lie and others, since the other party had already changed the subject, he couldn't ask the bottom of it. So he laughed and waved his arm after he finished speaking. After a flash of white light, three jade boxes appeared on the table in an instant.

Wu Fan was obviously startled when he saw the three jade boxes, but soon he thought of something, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to open one of the long jade boxes.

There was a spiritual herb in it, which was emerald green and more than one foot long, with nine leaves on it. There was also a small flower emitting golden light at the top, giving people a sense of mystery. At first glance, it was the kind of extremely rare spiritual medicine.

Wu Fan looked at it carefully and nodded with satisfaction. This spiritual medicine was one of the "Soul-fixing Pills" he refined. It was called "Nine-leaf Flower for Concentrating Minds". Looking at the vitality of this medicine, it was obviously just collected.

The old man surnamed Zhong saw Wu Fan's expression, raised his hand and stroked his beard and smiled, without any intention of disturbing him.

At this time, Wu Fan had already checked the second jade box.

It also contained a spiritual herb, which was only more than three inches long, with a black color and a black light flashing on it. It was a bit unremarkable, but what was surprising was that the breath emitted from this spiritual herb actually gave people a sense of calmness and concentration.

When Wu Fan saw this spiritual herb, a smile finally appeared on his face. This herb was called "Quiet Soul Grass". It was also a spiritual medicine for refining "Soul-fixing Pills", and it was also an extremely precious main spiritual medicine. He spent a lot of time collecting this spiritual medicine, but in the end he didn't even get any information about it. Now that he finally got this medicine, he was naturally very happy. However, it can be seen from this that these big clans really have a deep foundation.

After carefully examining it, Wu Fan put the Quiet Soul Grass into the jade box with a smile on his face, and then reached out to pick up the last jade box.

Normally, the task he did could only be exchanged for these two spiritual medicines, but now the old man surnamed Zhong took out three jade boxes. With Wu Fan's intelligence, he could naturally guess what was inside.

When he opened the jade box, he immediately found that there was a small branch inside. The branch was only more than one foot long, not too big, but there were several leaves on it that flashed with a light purple halo. When the lid of the box was opened, a strong fragrance immediately emanated from it.

Wu Fan took a light breath, a hint of satisfaction appeared on his face, and the smile on his face became bigger and bigger, so he couldn't wait to take out the branch and examine it, looking very serious.

"Haha, fellow Daoist Zhou, I have done what I said. To be honest, I spent a lot of effort to make this branch of Zixia Lancha, and now I give it to you. But whether you can grow this tree in the end depends on your own ability. I can't help you much."

After seeing the smile on Wu Fan's face, the old man surnamed Zhong suddenly laughed, and the meaning of his words was obviously asking for a favor.

"Fellow Daoist Zhong, thank you very much. I will remember this kindness in my heart. If you need me in the future, just let me know. As long as I can do it, I will not refuse."

Wu Fan stood up after hearing the words, his face was slightly serious, and he bowed politely. In any case, he had indeed coveted this spiritual tea tree for a long time, and now that the other party had really fulfilled his promise and brought the branch, he naturally Thank you very much. As for whether the branch can survive, he doesn't care about it. After all, he has a small space at his disposal.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Zhou said something serious. This is just a small matter. Since I promised you back then, I will naturally not break my promise. To be honest, I have made you a close friend. What's more, I listened to Junior Brother Hou Lie's explanation before. It is said that that day Devil May Cry was going to buy you with a lot of money, but you were not impressed by the treasure and actually refused directly. This matter impressed me greatly, and I have also reported this matter to the superiors. The elder praised Taoist friend’s character very much.”

After seeing Wu Fan's actions, the old man surnamed Zhong showed satisfaction in his eyes, so he quickly got up and helped him up, and said with a smile.

Now Wu Fan's attitude is exactly what he wants. After all, a powerful monk of the same level is indeed worthy of his friendship.

"Haha, fellow Daoist Zhong is so generous. To be honest, Zhou has also made you a confidant in his heart. As for the rebellion, I can't do it. Since I chose to come to your Wanjian Sect to help me, I won't do it. That kind of thing goes against your conscience.”

When Wu Fan heard this, he chuckled. He naturally understood what the other party was thinking. He thought that when he was in the Immortal Heritage World, no one from the Wanjian Sect took him seriously, but now with his strength, he naturally has the ability to let the other party know. Qualifications to please.