Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 239 - 114: Li Yuan Gazes North, Mother and Daughter Meet in the Ghost Realm, Envoy Sent to Beijiang Prefecture

Chapter 239: Chapter 114: Li Yuan Gazes North, Mother and Daughter Meet in the Ghost Realm, Envoy Sent to Beijiang Prefecture

Li Yuan nodded and said, "You came just in time, please tighten the embroidery on this brocade pouch for me."

The shopkeeper’s wife was momentarily stunned. She picked up a needle and thread and began embroidering the opening of the pouch while listening to her husband talk about Yan Yu.

A moment later, the shopkeeper’s wife sighed deeply.

"In a couple of days, I’ll take Xiaozhao to meet her."

"Will it scare the child?"

"It won’t."

After a while, Xiaozhu’s voice came from outside.

"Master, the horse is ready."

Li Yuan turned around, picked up a birdcage, received the brocade pouch, and left with the shopkeeper’s wife.

The shopkeeper’s wife went up to Xiaozhu, took her hand, whispered something in her ear, and Xiaozhu’s face instantly turned red, while Li Yuan rode away.

...

Blood Saber Sect, the Inner City has been relocated temporarily to a main mansion near Baiyun Alley, which was originally a property of the Blood Saber Sect, thus reusing it in this emergency fits well.

Li Yuan handed the letter to Yu Chaoyin, explained the situation, and then instructed him to send a clever Seventh Grade to deliver the letter.

Yu Chaoyin thought for a moment and then directly summoned the current Elder of the Blood Saber Sect—Fang Jianlong.

Fang Jianlong was once the top talent among the Inner Sect Disciples of the Blood Saber Sect, while Li Yuan was just a commendable Outer Disciple at the time.

However, after all that had transpired, Fang Jianlong had long adjusted his mindset, without harboring any malicious thoughts like "Why is he so strong?" or "I am not convinced."

This tall, robust, and stern-looking man had become calmer, and the arrogance that once filled his eyes when Li Yuan first met him had vanished.

"Greetings, Ancestor."

Li Yuan glanced over Fang Jianlong.

Five years ago, this man broke into the Seventh Grade, rigorously trained, had long consolidated his Seventh Grade Realm, reached its pinnacle, and achieved Great Success in the Blood Saber Sect’s Sword Skill, with a current information showing "205~215" hovering overhead.

This was slightly stronger than the "Gongshu Yang" of the past.

"Yan Mu is an Inner Sect Disciple of the Divine Wood Hall, and I suppose you have heard about our relationship.

This time, you must personally deliver the letter to him, and after he responds, return."

Li Yuan said calmly, "I aim to trade for Blood Gold through him."

"Blood Gold..."

Fang Jianlong hesitated a bit, as he naturally knew that "Blood Gold" is the "exclusive currency" for Martial Artists above the Sixth Grade, also serving as a vast chasm between ordinary Martial Artists and those above the Sixth Grade.

How could one reach the Sixth Grade if they can’t even buy the items from that realm?

The only way is through layers of selection by major forces and having enough opportunities to enter those forces.

Therefore, Fang Jianlong hesitated, thinking that this matter might not succeed.

Li Yuan didn’t intend for an immediate success but said, "Just give it a try, and whatever the outcome, report back to me."

"Yes," Fang Jianlong replied respectfully.

Suddenly, Li Yuan threw out a sealed brocade pouch.

Fang Jianlong caught it in one swift motion.

Li Yuan said, "Currently, Beijiang Prefecture may be filled with hidden currents, as Xinhai and the subordinate forces of the Divine Wood Hall, Holy Fire Palace, and Mountain Hall are engaging in open and covert battles. Carry this with you; it can protect your life if Xinhai acts against you in secret, but make sure no one knows about it."

Fang Jianlong gripped the brocade pouch tightly, feeling a piece of metal inside, square and cold, the icy chill penetrating even through the brocade.

He looked up at the Ancestor.

The Ancestor still looked as young as when they first met several years ago, but now seemed unfathomable.

Li Yuan stood up again, picking up a birdcage from the table, which held two beautiful white sparrows.

Li Yuan walked up to him, handed over the cage, and said, "Jianlong, these two white birds were companions I gathered from the North, having been with me for some time, and now it’s time for them to return. Once you’ve crossed the river, let them go."

The Long Sleep River is wide, lacking rest stops, so the white sparrows couldn’t fly across, hence Li Yuan asked someone to take them over.

"A trivial task, don’t worry, Ancestor," Fang Jianlong said.

Li Yuan patted his shoulder, "Jianlong, notify Cheng Bao to bring a talented child from the Fang Family to the Martial House.

If Cheng Bao wants to change his cultivation skill, he can also come to the Martial House."

Fang Jianlong’s eyes lit up with joy, "Yes."

Li Yuan walked out.

Yu Chaoyin looked at Fang Jianlong, "The Ancestor is preserving your Fang Family, freeing you from worries, yet this task suits none better than you."

He raised his eyes, looking at the man intently, "Though filled with hidden threats, it’s also an opportunity."

Fang Jianlong slightly lowered his gaze, "I will not disappoint the Ancestor, nor the Sect Leader. However, this time, please allow some miscellaneous task individuals and disciples to accompany me." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Certainly," Yu Chaoyin nodded.

Fang Jianlong bowed and left, while Yu Chaoyin gazed into the distance, softly sighing, "I wonder if Tie Sha has managed to contact the Holy Fire Palace in Jiangbei Prefecture."

From his shadow emerged a figure, with white hair yet a youthful face—it was Elder Ding, who had accompanied Tie Sha.

Elder Ding stood silently behind him, without responding, only letting out a soft sigh.

Beijiang Prefecture...

Truly dangerous.

That is not a place where mere wisdom and decisiveness ensure survival.

...

...

Several days later.

A carriage, surrounded by a group of riders, was heading north, successfully reaching Antelope Pass, continuing onward.

Inside the carriage sat someone appearing to be a young noble, surrounded by people dressed as merchant guards.

This young noble, naturally, was Fang Jianlong.

Knowing the dangers in Beijiang Prefecture, he couldn’t venture there as a Martial Artist, so he pretended to be a young master from a commerce association.

For authenticity, he had even borrowed his clothing from Hengwu Restaurant, as Hengwu Restaurant currently had Ningyu Commerce Association operating trades in the region.