after a while, the thick fog suddenly dispersed to both sides. In the center of the mist, a bare hill appeared in sight.Stepping inside, you are immediately enveloped in a rich spiritual energy. It's...The little shop is quiet.

A brawny man was absentmindedly sipping his tea, his eyes occasionally glancing toward the back room. He seemed preoccupied, his fingers twisting the jade cup, causing fine powder to sift through them, leaving a layer worn away from the cup.

The shop assistant stared at him with wide eyes, too angry to speak but afraid to do anything about it.

After all, this is a high cultivator at the Qi Refining stage.

This man choked on his tea, stood up and paced around, striding with purpose.

The attendant couldn't help but speak up, "Please, senior, calm down. My shopkeeper's refining skills are top-notch in the entire market. I assure you, senior, you won't be disappointed."

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“What do you know”

The burly man glared, "For the sake of capturing this Silvertail beast, I spent two years at sea before finally obtaining a fist-sized throat stone to enhance my silver spear. If it's ruined, not only will I lose the throat stone, but my magic weapon, the silver spear, will also suffer greatly. How could I be so foolish, swayed by those fellows and come to find an unfamiliar blacksmith If only I had known..." He sighed.

The guy got scolded and shrank his neck, not daring to retort. He scurried to the front.

Only a burly man remained, pacing back and forth in the room. There was still no word from the back hall, and he dared not barge in to disturb them. He was truly anxious.

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It's no wonder the strongman was agitated, that silver spear was his only top-grade magic weapon, extremely important. If it were ruined, his strength would suffer greatly too.

Just when the strong man was at his wit's end, the door finally creaked open. A plain-looking middle-aged man with a smile walked in.

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He held a silver gun in his hand, its light shimmering with an otherworldly glow. At a glance, one could tell it was of exceptional quality. The gun's head was large and sharp, as if coated in glaze, reflecting a chilling gleam.

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A strong man dashed to Qin Sang's face, his expression full of urgency.

“Master Mingyue, how did it turn out”

His eyes were fixed on the silver gun, unable to look away. The silver gun gave him a feeling of both familiarity and strangeness, but he was sure, this was his own weapon.

“Fellow cultivator, why don't you take a look yourself...”

The shopkeeper chucked the silver pistol to the strongman with a smile, then walked to the table and sat down, taking a sip of fragrant tea.

This man was Qin Sang in disguise. He assumed a false identity and worked as a blacksmith in the marketplace, helping people forge weapons to understand the art of forging. While cultivators in the marketplace couldn't offer him magic treasures to refine, Qin Sang was only beginning to comprehend restrictions. Even top-grade magic weapons were effective for his purposes.

He didn't take many jobs, but he was very selective and the results always pleased his employers, earning him a good reputation.

This strongman got off pretty easy.

Qin Sang had a new understanding yesterday, and his weapon refining skills had greatly improved. The silver spear he forged for the strong man was now as powerful as the weapons he had previously crafted using the Nine Nether Demon Fire.

The burly man moved his silver spear gently, and suddenly a blue wave shot out from the tip. The quiet room seemed to transform into an underwater space, with ripples spreading rapidly in all directions.

...

The jade cup on the table shattered one after another.

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Qin Sang lightly tapped his finger, white light flickered on the four walls of the silent room, and he coldly snorted: "Fellow Daoist, won't you stop Do you intend to demolish this humble shop of mine"

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The burly man awoke from his trance as if suddenly startled, hurriedly retracted his power, and quickly walked up to Qin Sang. He clasped his fists and said, "I was so excited by the chase that I momentarily lost myself in it. Please forgive me..."

A moment later.

The two sat facing each other in the tidy, quiet room they had just cleaned.

The strong man now had no doubts about Qin Sang, his words full of admiration.

Qin Sang shook his head and said, "My Daoist fortune is extremely good today, plus your friend's magical artifact foundation is not bad, which is why there has been such a great improvement. This situation cannot be replicated."

He doesn't want to be too famous, go overboard, and attract other trouble.

However, the advantages of forging this silver spear for a strongman were obvious. The strongman considered Qin Sang to be an master craftsman and actively sought him out, telling him everything.

Qin Sang heard that the strongman came from a sect called Dianjunsan.

He pondered for a moment, then remembered that Dianjunsan was a small sect on Lan Dou Island. It had one peculiarity: the gate of Dianjunsan and the gate of Landoumen were located on the same mountain range.

This mountain range is called Landou Mountain. It's vast, and the most fertile areas with the best spiritual veins are all occupied by Landou Sect. A smaller sect like Dianjunsan could only build their gate in a remote location.

"I heard that the sects near Lan Dou Men are all closely connected to it. Some people have made great achievements and can even glimpse the true teachings of Lan Dou Men. The fellow Taoist just now displayed spear techniques, with an extraordinary mastery of water-based spiritual power. Lan Dou Men has a famous technique called "Water Breath Jue." Have you ever studied it"

Qin Sang feigned curiosity and asked.

The strong man shook his head with a wry smile, "Friend Daoist, you flatter me. My small sect is nowhere near worthy of the attention of the Lan Dou Sect! Only sects affiliated with the Lan Dou Sect have such opportunities. If I had truly seen the 'Water Respiration Technique,' my cultivation wouldn't be this meager."

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“Is the true transmission of Lán Dòu Mén really this powerful”

Qin Sang continued to chat with her.

"Of course, the foundation of a large sect is beyond our imagination."

The burly man had a rough personality, but when he mentioned the Lan Dou Gate, he was full of admiration. “The Lan Dou Gate is most famous for its three top-tier secret transmissions: the *Water Breath Technique*, the *Wooden Immobility Scripture*, and the *Yin Yang Heavenly Combat Secret Art*. These are all top-notch techniques. Even the slightly weaker secret transmissions are treasures beyond our reach in a lifetime…”

Qin Sang silently listened to the strong man recount the true teachings of the Lan Dou Gate.

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During this time, he came into contact with many Foundation Establishment cultivators and secretly investigated them. He learned a lot about the Lan Dou Sect. But what surprised him was that there wasn't a single technique related to star power!

The strong man knew more about the Lan Dou Men than Qin Sang had ever met before. He told the true legend again, but there was still no such technique.

Qin Sang muttered to himself in surprise.

There once was a cultivator named Qíyúnzi who practiced this technique during the alchemy stage at Lán Dòu Mén, but no one knew about this technique, and even Qíyúnzi himself was unknown to anyone.

Recalling the words that Mr. Zhúshān had spoken back then.

When he saw Qiyunzǐ, he had just entered the immortal path, but now Zhúshān Wēng was over four hundred years old.

Four hundred years ago, if someone met with an accident, it's understandable that no one would remember now. The Lan Dou Gate doesn't lack cultivators at the Jindan stage.

However, the true teachings of a renowned sect like Randoumen can't be completely concealed. The actual content of the techniques is what remains secret.

Could it be that the cultivation method was obtained by Qiyunzi outside the mountain gate

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Qin Sang couldn't help but think this.

This is a bit tricky, I might have chosen the wrong target.

If Qi Yunzi were to fall outside the mountain gate, even into the Sea of Demons, all his secrets would be lost to the wind and rain. If I wanted to use Qi Yunzi as a starting point to find clues about the Star Yuan Infusion technique, it would be difficult, if not impossible. The most hopeful lead is still the Scorpion Poison Grass.

Qin Sang pondered, the burly man still talking incessantly. Finally, he sighed, "If you want to learn martial arts, you can only join the Lan Dou sect. Otherwise, even if we get a chance to see the true teachings, the Lan Dou sect wouldn't show us the most crucial part of the martial arts."

>asingly fed up with you all and wants to retire from office Why are you still worrying about so many things"The old man took a sip of tea, his face looking a little better. He patted the woman's hand...