Han Li gazed at the light gate before him, his eyes narrowing slightly. He then followed Jingyang Daoren and stepped into the gate.

As soon as he entered the light gate, Han Li felt a sudden burst of brightness. The next moment, he found himself above a vast expanse of misty water, a breath of fresh air filling his lungs.

He took a deep breath, immediately feeling refreshed.

Composing himself, he glanced around and saw that the water area below was at least dozens of miles wide, equivalent to a small lake.

Further out, everything was shrouded in mist, leading to who knew where, or perhaps the end of the space.

In the center of the lake was a circular islet, covered with lush trees and filled with the chirping of birds. In the middle stood a delicate courtyard with white walls and black tiles.

Han Li and Jingyang Daoren floated on the water's surface, looking down to see ripples spreading across the water. Schools of plump, golden carp swam within, occasionally releasing strings of tiny bubbles from the bottom, appearing extremely cheerful.

"I didn't expect the spiritual energy in this blessed land to be so abundant…" Han Li couldn't help but exclaim.

"Indeed, it's not inferior to some of the blessed lands of sects in the Immortal Domain. Look at this lake; there should be at least two spirit springs. The Third Mountain Lord was indeed as legendary as they say, far beyond the reach of mediocre talents like me. I'm ashamed, truly ashamed!" Jingyang Shangren couldn't help but take out his wine pot, gulp down a mouthful of wine, and then let out a long breath before speaking.

"Why does Jingyang Daoyou always say 'legendary'? I wonder which generation Mountain Lord is currently in charge of your sect?" Han Li asked, while admiring the refreshing scenery around him.

"Hehe, the Third Mountain Lord is indeed a legend. The Fifth Mountain Lord is now in charge of the sect. Time flies, and things change." Jingyang Shangren sighed.

As they spoke, the two had already skimmed across the water and arrived at the lake islet.

Upon landing on the islet, a fragrant scent of flowers and the calls of birds immediately came from the forest. Han Li and Jingyang Daoren followed the stone-paved path on the islet towards the depths of the dense forest, and soon arrived in front of the courtyard gate.

To the left of the courtyard gate was a small spirit field, surrounded by a layer of faint purple light. Within grew various immortal medicines and spiritual herbs, each with a different shape and filled with spiritual energy.

Jingyang Shangren's eyes lit up slightly. He stepped forward and, with a wave of his hand, quickly broke open the restriction that had not been repaired or maintained for who knows how many years.

"Li Daoyou, you are a Pill Refiner. You should recognize the things inside, right?" Jingyang Shangren glanced around and said, turning back to Han Li.

Han Li walked into the garden and carefully scanned the not-so-large spirit field, his heart slightly moved.

"This Fish Branch Jade Bone has been sealed for who knows how long. The spiritual herbs in this spirit field are almost all tens of thousands of years old. Especially these few Nine-Leaf Cornels and that patch of Ink Fragrance Grass, their medicinal properties have almost reached their most complete state. It's simply too rare." Han Li pointed to the medicine field and said.

"Li Daoyou indeed has good eyes. As agreed, you can pick one-third of these spiritual herbs first. If you think it's not enough, I can sell you the rest for immortal essence stones, as an advance repayment of what I owe you." Jingyang Shangren said with a hearty laugh.

"Jingyang Daoyou, did you already think of using the treasures from the blessed land to offset your debts when you borrowed money from me? As expected of a businessman from a sect like Baizao Mountain. I truly admire your ability to plan ahead." Han Li gave a thumbs up in praise.

"Li Daoyou, you are mistaken. The main reason I spent a lot of money to buy this 'Fish Branch Jade Bone' was because of its connection to the sect behind it. As for what's inside, it's like gambling on stones for ordinary people. It all depends on luck. After all, I can't predict whether it has passed through the hands of others." Jingyang Shangren waved his hand and said.

"Hehe, I can't let Jingyang Daoyou pay off this debt of gratitude so easily. As agreed, I'll only take one-third of the spiritual herbs. You can repay the immortal essence stones you owe me slowly in the future." Han Li said with a smile.

With that, he began to select from the spirit field, taking one-third of the spiritual herbs into his bag.

On the other side, Jingyang Shangren had already broken the restriction on the courtyard gate, but he didn't enter alone. Instead, he stood outside the gate, drinking wine and admiring the scenery, not in a hurry at all.

After Han Li finished collecting the spiritual medicines and returned, the two of them crossed the threshold together and entered the courtyard.

Unlike the usual immortal residences, the layout of this courtyard was closer to that of ordinary mortals.

A dozen steps inside the gate stood a white screen wall, painted with two carp, one black and one red, their heads and tails connected to form a double-fish circle. A layer of faint, white, translucent light rippled above it.

A blue light flashed deep within Han Li's eyes, and he saw a layer of white mist rising beneath the screen wall that was indiscernible to the naked eye. Dense spiritual energy gathered and dissipated from here, presumably the key to the operation of the entire blessed land treasure.

Bypassing the screen wall, the two arrived at the courtyard of the first compound. Looking to the left and right, they saw puppets with exhausted spirit cores scattered on the corridors on both sides of the courtyard.

Jingyang Shangren stepped forward, bent down to examine them for a moment, and shook his head in disappointment.

"Jingyang Daoyou, what's wrong?" Han Li asked, puzzled.

"These puppets are not from the hand of the Third Mountain Lord. I don't know who left them. Although the craftsmanship is quite mysterious, they are now just a pile of scrap metal and useless." Jingyang Shangren said.

"As Daoyou said before, this 'Fish Branch' has been passed down for who knows how many years. The original owner may have been replaced more than once. How is it possible for everything to remain in its original state?" Han Li said with a smile, glancing over the puppets.

"That's indeed the case." Jingyang Shangren nodded, no longer dwelling on it.

The two continued inward along the courtyard layout, examining every room in the three compounds. They discovered that the original owner of this blessed land treasure had an interest in collecting paintings by famous secular artists.

Many of them were representative works of painters who had been famous in the mortal world for countless generations, and there were also calligraphy masterpieces by famous calligraphers.

In the main hall hung a scroll of "Funeral Oration," a calligraphy piece used by a calligrapher from a secular small country in the Jinyuan Immortal Domain hundreds of thousands of years ago to commemorate his ancestors.

The strokes varied greatly in weight and speed, the ink colors were dry and interspersed, and the fonts were unconventional, like ink dragons swimming. It looked as unrestrained as possible, and even had some of the charm of immortal talismans.

Although Han Li was not proficient in this, he quite appreciated the taste of the original owner here.

Fortunately, in addition to these secular items, there was a secret room in this blessed land treasure dedicated to storing treasures, containing immortal treasures, pills, and spiritual materials.

After a brief inspection, Han Li found that the grades of these treasures were not low, mostly suitable for Taiyi realm cultivators. Among them, a Scarlet Feather Fire Fan containing fire-attribute Law power and a wooden ruler containing Time Law power were the most valuable.

The former was made from the fire feathers of some kind of spiritual bird, and the fire-attribute Law power contained within was extremely blazing. With a slight activation, a vague flame phantom would shoot out, easily melting ordinary Golden Immortal treasures into juice.

The latter was verdant and smooth like jade, with dense inch marks engraved on the surface. At the end were the small words "An Inch of Time is an Inch of Gold" engraved in golden seal script. Without refinement, it was impossible to know what its function was.

"Li Daoyou, weren't you particularly fond of treasures containing Time Law power at the auction? Among these two treasures, I think the wooden ruler is more suitable for you. I'll keep this Scarlet Feather Fire Fan. Although I'm usually a bit lazy, I'm still a Refiner. This fire fan will be a good helper when I'm refining." Jingyang Shangren's eyes fell on the feather fan, his eyes filled with unconcealable love.

"Jingyang Daoyou, that Time Severing Pot has special uses, so I was willing to spend a lot of money to buy it. Although this wooden ruler is of a higher grade, it's of no use to me. This Scarlet Feather Fire Fan is also useful when I'm refining pills." Han Li frowned slightly, looking embarrassed.

Jingyang Shangren, hearing this, seemed to fall into a dilemma. After hesitating for a long time, he finally said,

"Li Daoyou, as long as you don't choose this fire fan, after you've taken your one-third share, you can choose three more items from the remaining things. How about that?"

"This… Since that's the case, I can't force others to give up what they love. Then, let's do as you said." Han Li looked hesitant, pondered for a moment, and then slowly said.

"Thank you, Li Daoyou, for your understanding." Jingyang Shangren revealed a hint of joy and said quickly.

After that, Han Li first put the green wooden ruler into his storage bracelet, and then put away all his shares.

After completing all this, Jingyang Shangren reopened the light gate of the blessed land treasure, and the two walked out one after another.

Back in the secret room, Jingyang Shangren looked Han Li up and down with a smile, and suddenly said, "Li Daoyou, it's rare that you and I are so compatible. I have an uninvited request. I don't know if I should say it or not?"

"Jingyang Daoyou, are you going to bring up the matter of asking me to be an elder deacon in your Baizao Mountain again?" Han Li asked with a smile.

"Haha… That's right. This is a formal invitation. Li Daoyou has profound skills in Pill Refinement. If you join my Baizao Mountain, you can fully realize your ambitions. And if our sect has Li Daoyou's membership, it will also be a stroke of good fortune." Jingyang Shangren said solemnly.

"Daoyou, have you forgotten? I'm still troubled by the Fiend Decay Tribulation. My future is uncertain. What ambitions can I realize?" Han Li said with a wry smile.

"Didn't Daoyou already obtain the Xuanzhi Crystal Stone this time? As long as you refine that pill, I think removing the fiendish energy will not be a problem. Then there will be no such troubles…" Jingyang Shangren said.

"Then I'll take Daoyou's good words… I'll be in seclusion to refine pills for a while, and there are still many preparations to be made. I won't bother you any longer." Han Li said with a smile.

"Alright. There are still some finishing touches to be done at the auction. I have to take care of it, so I won't see you off. When you succeed in refining the pill and removing the fiendish energy, I'll open a jar of Green Pe Wine to celebrate for you." Jingyang Shangren cupped his fist slightly and said.

"Farewell." Han Li returned the courtesy.

After the two parted, Han Li left the other courtyard and found that the aftermath of the turmoil caused by the previous commotion in the Inner City of Jukun had completely subsided, and the city was still bustling.

He didn't stop and went straight out of Jukun City and returned to the Wild Crane Valley of Xianyun Mountain.