Flying Artifacts! Tianxing Sect Market!

Half a month later.

Above the skies of Xizhou in Yue Country, a streak of white light quietly cut through the clouds.

Han Feng stood atop a flying device shaped like a boat, about a zhang in size, his robes fluttering.

This device was something he had obtained by turning back to the Spirit Beast Mountain Market and trading a six-hundred-year-old spirit medicine that Han Li had given him.

The boat was pure white in color, and he named it the White Cloud Boat.

With this flying device, his travel speed was many times faster than before when he had relied on wind-walking, and his Magic Power consumption was greatly reduced.

The device's color blended with the clouds, making it difficult for mortals or low-level cultivators on the ground to detect it while flying through the air, unless they specifically searched for it.

Selling that six-hundred-year-old spirit medicine had not only earned him this White Cloud Boat but also left him with over a hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones.

And that was just for a six-hundred-year-old one.

In the cloth pouch Han Li had given him, there were still four Thousand Year Spirit Medicines.

If he sold all four of those, he could probably get close to ten thousand spirit stones.

However, Han Feng wouldn't act so rashly.

An innocent man may possess a jade, but the crime lies in its possession.

A Qi Refining Stage cultivator holding such a fortune was no different from a three-year-old child parading gold through the market—it would only invite death.

Xizhou bordered Jianzhou on one side and Yuanwu Country on the other.

Han Feng steered the White Cloud Boat and soon reached the border of Xizhou, flying toward Yuanwu Country.

As soon as he entered Yuanwu Country's territory, he slowed down in the air, guiding the device while looking around with curiosity.

His purpose for this trip was clear: first, to find the market of Yuanwu Country's largest sect, the Tianxing Sect, and second, to satisfy his curiosity about this country.

But from the landscape and scenery, Yuanwu Country didn't seem much different from Yue Country.

Like Yue Country, Yuanwu Country was a medium-sized nation in the nearby Immortal Cultivation World.

However, unlike Yue Country, where the Seven Sects of the Righteous Faction dominated, Yuanwu Country's cultivation world saw the Righteous and Demonic Factions evenly matched, locked in a long-standing stalemate.

Just as Han Feng was pondering this, the White Cloud Boat beneath him suddenly dimmed in spiritual light and plunged downward.

An invisible restrictive force enveloped this airspace!

An Air Restriction!

Fortunately, he hadn't been flying too high. As he fell, he immediately put away the device, circulated his Magic Power, and with a nimble flip in midair, landed steadily on the ground.

With his current cultivation and skill, this height couldn't harm him in the slightest.

Since there was an Air Restriction, it meant the Market was not far ahead.

He followed the direction of the restriction for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, and ahead appeared a seemingly ordinary cliff face.

Han Feng didn't hesitate and walked straight toward it.

Passing through a ripple like water, the scene before him suddenly opened up.

A wide street of bluestone appeared before his eyes, lined with shops on both sides, and cultivators coming and going in an endless stream—a bustling sight.

This was the Tianxing Sect Market.

Han Feng strolled slowly through the Market, his goal clear: to find an official shop run by the Tianxing Sect and purchase some insights or texts on formations and restrictions.

Just as he was looking around, someone suddenly sidled up to him.

"This fellow daoist, you look unfamiliar—first time at the Tianxing Sect Market?"

The newcomer was a middle-aged cultivator with a cultivation level around the eighth or ninth layer of Qi Refining, a warm smile plastered on his face.

"I am Gu Lin."

"Is the daoist looking for something? I live here in the Market and might be able to help."

Han Feng only glanced at him and understood immediately.

Feng Xingzi.

In the Markets of the Immortal Cultivation World, there were always people like this, specializing in guiding foreign cultivators.

They would lead them to specific shops to buy items and earn a commission from it.

Han Feng didn't mind letting such a person earn a few spirit stones, as long as they guided him well and saved him some trouble.

"I want to study the Dao of formations. Where can I buy some insights on formations?"

Han Feng asked directly.

Gu Lin's warm smile faltered slightly at this, and then he showed a somewhat troubled expression.

"This... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

"You may not know, fellow daoist, but while the Tianxing Sect's shops do sell formation insights, they're only the most basic, superficial stuff. The real essence, they never pass on."

"After all, the Tianxing Sect is famous in Yuanwu Country for its formations. If they sold their core formations easily, others could crack them, which would be very disadvantageous to the sect."

Gu Lin paused, then added.

"Moreover, the Way of Formations is vast and profound. Without a dedicated teacher, relying solely on self-study leads to extremely slow progress—one might even fail to grasp the door for a lifetime."

Hearing this, Han Feng's brow furrowed slightly.

This was more or less what he had expected.

Did he really have to join the Tianxing Sect to learn advanced formations?

That would be far too troublesome.

Seeing Han Feng's reaction, Gu Lin immediately shifted his tone.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist."

"I know that to the east of the Market, there's a Fellow Daoist Xin who specializes in explaining basic formations."

"Although she's not a disciple of the Tianxing Sect, her understanding of the Way of Formations is quite profound. And her fees are quite reasonable—why not go and listen?"