Ten Thousand Treasures Hall

Lin Fan wore a long azure robe. He stood tall, yet seemed to have hidden every trace of his edge.

The Hidden Dragon Breath Concealment Technique coursed through him, sealing away the immense power of the Mid Transforming Force Stage. To outsiders, he looked like a handsome young man with an ordinary aura, only at the Early Bright Force Realm.

There were several thousand Bright Force Realm martial artists in the Zhao Kingdom. Spread across thirty commanderies, that still left several hundred in each Commandery City. Common folk going about their day could occasionally encounter one.

Lin Fan walked on at an unhurried pace. Before long, a vast building rose before him in the middle of the main street, its gilded signboard gleaming above its imposing facade.

The three characters for "Ten Thousand Treasures Hall" were written in bold, powerful strokes. They shone so brightly they seemed cast from gold. The storefront stretched dozens of yards across, with three tiers rising one above another. Dragons and phoenixes were carved outside, among decorations that looked expensive at a glance.

People streamed through the entrance without pause, while carriages came and went. The visitors were wealthy or influential, a thriving scene befitting a top commerce guild.

Two guards in fitted martial attire stood straight at the door, their auras steady. Both were at the Bone Tempering Realm. Though only at its early stage, they lent the entrance an imposing air, and ordinary shops could never have afforded them.

Lin Fan stepped calmly into Ten Thousand Treasures Hall.

As soon as he entered, rich, mingled scents of herbs, pills, and sandalwood washed over him.

The hall was immense. Fine white jade and bluestone paved the floor, polished enough to reflect a face. Along both sides stood rows of century-old rosewood medicine cabinets reaching