As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

Fang Han, who had turned around to leave, turned his head in confusion when he heard what Shen Liuyun said and asked in confusion.

"Fairy Liuyun, I wonder if there is anything else you can do?"

Shen Liuyun stepped closer to Fang Han, took out a red invitation letter from the storage bag on her waist, and then said slowly:

"Master Fang, this is an invitation letter for the auction held by my concubine, Wanbao Building. I hope you can come to the Wanbao Auction House in the center of Song's Immortal City in half a month to participate on time!"

"There will definitely be something Mr. Fang needs in the auction."

Fang Han glanced at the red invitation handed over by Shen Liuyun, hesitated and finally accepted it.

"Thank you Fairy Liuyun for looking up to Fang. I will be here on time for the auction as scheduled!"

"In that case, I won't bother Mr. Fang anymore, please!"

When Shen Liuyun saw that Fang Han agreed to participate in the auction half a month later, Shen Liuyun sent Fang Han down to the second floor of Wanbao Building with a smile.

After Fang Han walked out of Wanbao Building, he looked back deeply and saw Shen Liuyun who was still watching him leave on the first floor, and then disappeared into the crowd without looking back.

After Fang Han's figure disappeared, the smile on Shen Liuyun's face instantly disappeared, his figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared on the first floor of Wanbao Building.

"Fang Han, a disciple of the Yin Demon Sect, has four spiritual roots. He came to the Song Family Immortal City two and a half years ago, and he just broke through and established the foundation of Zhaoquan Peak in the Song Family's rented cave six days ago."

At this time, Shen Liuyun was sitting on the second floor of Wanbao Building, in a study room with antique decoration. There was a man in black robe in front of her.

Although the face of this black-robed person is also shrouded in black robes, one can tell from her figure that she is a woman.

"Miss Qi, do you want to continue investigating Fang Han's information?"

Shen Liuyun glanced at the woman in black who was bowing respectfully to her, waved her hand gently and said:

"No need."

"Jiang Yue, go down first!"

The black-robed woman named Jiang Yue heard what Shen Liuyun said without saying anything. She just bowed to Shen Liuyun, and her body turned into a strange black shadow and disappeared in the room instantly.

"This Fang Han is really interesting. He is obviously only a four-year-old spiritual root monk, but he broke through the foundation building stage at the age of more than 30 years old, and he still has hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones!"

"However, he only aroused my slight interest, and that's all!"

Shen Liuyun looked at Han's identity and background information on the jade slip in her hand, with an intriguing smile on her lips.

Afterwards, he threw the jade slips randomly behind the mahogany spiritual table made of unknown spiritual wood, then stood up and walked out of the room.

Fang Han had no idea that his identity and background had been thoroughly investigated by Shen Liuyun. If he had known about it, he would have been surprised by the terrifying power behind Shen Liuyun.

After Fang Han left Wanbao Tower, he originally planned to find an inn and prepare to refine the magic weapon he purchased.

"Amaharaju!"

After burning the incense, Fang Han found an inn that he liked. He looked at the name of the inn and was about to enter, when suddenly the storage bag around his waist began to tremble.

Fang Han, who was about to enter Tianyuan Residence, felt the trembling of the storage bag and frowned.

"Deacon Song from Zhaoquan Pavilion must be that damn guy!"

Although Fang Han was very angry, Shendan still reached into the storage bag and took a look.

"It's not what I expected!"

With a flash of white light in his hand, a transmission talisman appeared in Fang Han's hand. This transmission talisman was the talisman that Deacon Song gave him when Fang Han left.

Fang Han sneered, then his consciousness sank into the transmission notes and began to read the contents.

"Fellow Daoist Niu, Song Mufeng, the elder of my family, has arrived at Song's Immortal City with the elixir. I wonder if you have time to go back to Zhaoquan Pavilion."

After checking the content of the transmission notes, Fang Han's lips turned up with a malicious smile.

"You are so anxious to give me the spiritual grass. How can I not accept it?"

After Fang Han whispered to the transmission talisman, he put the transmission talisman back into his storage bag, then turned around and walked in the direction of Zhaoquan Pavilion.

"Elder Mu Feng, Fang Han from the Shendan Sect has sent a message back. He said he will return to Zhaoquan Pavilion now."

"Well, Song Yuanhe, you go and do your work first!"

At this time, in a room on the second floor of Zhaoquan Pavilion, Deacon Song was looking humble, bending down and flattering an old man in the late stage of foundation building who was sitting on a chair and leisurely sipping spiritual tea.

The old man in the late stage of foundation building, after listening to what Deacon Song said, took a sip of the spiritual tea in his hand, looked at Deacon Song aside with sharp eyes, and waved his hand lightly with some contempt.

When Song Yuanhe saw the old man waving to him, he bowed to the old man sensibly and left the room.

An hour later, Fang Han's figure appeared outside Zhaoquan Pavilion again. Song Yuanhe, who was standing outside Zhaoquan Pavilion at this time, saw Fang Han arriving and immediately stepped forward to greet him with a smile on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Niu, come on, please follow me to the second floor of Zhaoquan Pavilion. I've made some spiritual tea and am waiting for your arrival."

Seeing how enthusiastic Song Yuan was, Fang Han sneered in his heart.

"This elder of the Song family's Immortal Clan is so arrogant. He invited me to refine elixirs and instead of coming out to greet him in person, he just sent out a foundation-building deacon from a peripheral branch of the Song family."

However, Fang Han showed no dissatisfaction on his face. He just showed a false smile to Song Yuanhe and said with a smile:

"There's no need to drink tea. It's better to refine the elixir quickly. After this spiritual grass is dug out, part of its potency will be lost every minute."

When Song Yuanhe heard what Fang Han said, he immediately felt that there was some truth to it, and then respectfully said to Fang Han:

"Okay, everything is according to Brother Niu's arrangement. Please follow us down to the second floor of Zhaoquan Pavilion. The spiritual grass is on the body of Elder Mu Feng who came this time."

"Ok!"

Fang Han nodded lightly and followed Song Yuan He to Zhaoquan Pavilion.

"Elder Mu Feng, this is the Taoist Fellow Niu, a high disciple of the Shen Dan Sect, that I told you!"

Song Yuanhe took Fang Han into the second floor of Zhaoquan Pavilion. Behind the room where Song Mufeng was, he introduced Fang Han to Song Mufeng respectfully.

"Fellow Daoist Niu, I am Song Mufeng, the fifth elder of the Song Clan's Immortal Clan!"

"This time, I have bothered fellow Taoist Niu to refine the elixir for my Song Immortal Clan. Of course, our Song Clan Immortal Clan will not let you refine the elixir in vain."

"Every time you refine a furnace of elixirs, I, the Song Immortal Clan, will pay you 500 yuan of low-grade spiritual stones as a reward!"

When Song Mufeng saw Fang Han next to Song Yuanhe, he finally stood up from his chair, slightly clasped his fists at Fang Han and squeezed out a smile on his old face.

"Elder Song doesn't know how many furnaces of pills you, the Song Clan's Immortal Clan, are going to refine this time!"

When Fang Han saw Song Mufeng being so arrogant, he was not angry but chuckled and said with fists in his arms.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Niu, this time I brought a total of fifty spiritual herbs for refining the Spiritual Essence Pill and thirty spiritual herbs for the Spirit Gathering Pill."

"Look, Fellow Daoist Niu, when can we start making alchemy!"

Song Mufeng took off a storage bag from his waist, handed it to Fang Han, and then asked.