Chapter 6

"Tiān ér!"

Li Róu's brows furrowed slightly, clearly unhappy with her son's擅自做主.

"What conditions, speak."

Li Jié looked at Duan Lingtian and asked.

In his view, as long as Duan Lingtian agreed to the challenge, he could accept any conditions that were not too excessive.

This was a good opportunity to avenge his younger brother Li Xin, and he did not want to miss it!

"My conditions are simple: a one-month delay. One month from now, I will fight you... If you are unwilling or afraid, then forget it, I will act as if you never came and never challenged me."

Duan Lingtian's face was calm, as if he was certain Li Jié would agree.

"Fine, I'll give you one month. I hope you don't turn into a coward by then!"

Li Jié did not hesitate, agreeing immediately with a cold smile on his lips.

Does this Duan Lingtian really think he can defeat me in a month?

After Li Kun and Li Jié left.

"Xiaojie, Duan Lingtian deliberately delayed for a month. Could it be that he is confident he can defeat you in a month? Was it too hasty of you to agree to his conditions?"

Li Kun's brows furrowed slightly.

"Father, a waste is still a waste. Even if he has completed his body tempering, he is only at the first level of the Body Tempering Realm. Even with another month, he may not reach the second level."

Li Jié smiled confidently.

"But..."

Li Kun wanted to say more but was interrupted by Li Jié.

"Father, are you afraid of Duan Lingtian's 'Crushing Fist'? Don't worry. Even if his Crushing Fist is a high-level martial technique, and even if he reaches the second level of the Body Tempering Realm in a month, do you think he can catch up to the gap between us with just the Crushing Fist?"

The gap between the third and fourth levels of the Body Tempering Realm is a significant one, with a difference of over a hundred pounds of strength.

Not to mention the gap between the second and fourth levels of the Body Tempering Realm.

"I was overthinking it. I was so worried about your brother's injury that I lost my head."

Li Kun smiled, hearing his son's logical analysis.

His eldest son has always been his pride, never disappointing him.

After Li Kun and his son left.

Seeing her mother Li Róu's disapproving gaze.

"Mother, don't worry, I am confident!"

Duan Lingtian spoke first.

"Tiān ér, I have seen your changes, but you shouldn't be so ambitious. Li Jié is a recognized genius among the younger generation of the family, a key figure in the family's cultivation, and the strongest among all the fourth-level Body Tempering Realm warriors in the family! He is not like his younger brother Li Xin."

Li Róu sighed softly.

"Mother, I know all of this. Do you trust me? I will definitely win and won't let you down!"

Duan Lingtian looked at Li Róu seriously.

"Foolish child, I am not afraid of losing face. I am worried about you. I don't want you to be in danger again like a few days ago, almost leaving me."

Li Róu's eyes reddened as she spoke.

The incident a few days ago cast a shadow over her heart.

"Mother, I promise, I won't let you worry about me again!"

Duan Lingtian made a solemn promise.

"Alright, I trust you. If you need anything this month, just let me know."

Li Róu nodded lightly, forcing a smile.

"Mother, the herbs you bought for me last time, please buy some more. Also, I need some silver..."

After getting some silver from his mother Li Róu, Duan Lingtian left their courtyard and walked out of the Li family estate.

This was the first time he had gone out since coming to this world.

The market of Qingfeng Town, divided by three bustling streets, was controlled by three families, including the Li family. The Li family market was located in the north, near the Li family estate.

As Duan Lingtian entered the Li family market, he heard the vendors' calls and saw the stalls on both sides of the street filled with a variety of exotic items.

For a moment, Duan Lingtian felt as if he had returned to the ancient times of his previous life.

Such scenes could only be seen on TV in his previous life.

Duan Lingtian walked along the street, looking around...

When he arrived at the entrance of the Li family weapon shop, he glanced at the neatly arranged weapons, hesitated for a moment, and then walked out of the Li family market, entering the Chen family market in the southwest.

The Chen family was one of the three major families in Qingfeng Town, alongside the Li family and the Fang family.

The three families stood in a tripartite balance, restraining each other. Although they secretly competed, they maintained a calm surface, none willing to be the first to make a move.

As Duan Lingtian entered the Chen family weapon shop, someone approached him.

"Customer, what weapon do you need?"

The person smiled and asked.

"I am not buying weapons, I just want to buy a few materials."

Duan Lingtian shook his head.

Not buying weapons, just buying materials?

The person was surprised by Duan Lingtian's words.

Could it be that this young customer has a noble alchemist behind him?

Alchemists, different from the blacksmiths in the weapon shop, have a high status in the Yunxiao Continent, comparable to that of pharmacists.

Every alchemist is a valuable asset that various forces vie for.

The weapons forged by blacksmiths are just ordinary weapons.

The weapons refined by alchemists are 'Spirit Weapons,' which can enhance attack power and are extremely powerful.

In Qingfeng Town, each of the three families has a pharmacist, but none have an alchemist.

This shows how rare alchemists are.

"Customer, what materials do you need? I will prepare them for you immediately."

Duan Lingtian noticed that the person's attitude suddenly changed, showing more respect in his words.

He could guess the reason but did not point it out.

He was buying materials, not for alchemy.

Although, as the reincarnation of the Wu Di, he inherited all the alchemy knowledge and memories of the Wu Di.

However, to become an alchemist, one must at least reach the Condensation Realm and cultivate yuan force.

The same applies to high-level pharmacists; without yuan force, they cannot condense the alchemy fire or refine medicines.

Duan Lingtian listed nine materials he needed in one breath.

These materials were for the purpose of inscribing runes.

Runes are extremely rare in the Yunxiao Continent, usually inscribed on personal items and weapons.

Items inscribed with runes carry a unique 'power.'

These powers are varied and cannot be categorized. Once the power is released, the rune is consumed.

Similar to bombs in his previous life, once they explode, they are gone.

From the memories of the Wu Di, Duan Lingtian learned that the peak of rune inscription on the Yunxiao Continent coincided with the Wu Di's second reincarnation.

During that era, the Wu Di greedily mastered all practical rune inscription techniques!

The Wu Di's 'Three Lives Reincarnation Technique' requires the soul to sleep for ten thousand years before each reincarnation.

After ten thousand years, the search for a new body begins.

Now, ten thousand years have passed, and rune inscription has gradually declined due to certain reasons.

Rune inscribers on the Yunxiao Continent have become highly sought after, with a status surpassing that of pharmacists and alchemists.

The nine ordinary materials Duan Lingtian wanted to buy were for inscribing a low-level rune.

"Customer, here are the materials you need, totaling seven taels of silver."

The person from the Chen family weapon shop quickly prepared all the materials for Duan Lingtian.

After seeing Duan Lingtian off, he left the weapon shop and headed towards the Chen family estate.

The news of a potential alchemist in Qingfeng Town must be reported to the family head immediately to prevent the other two families from getting ahead.

"Money doesn't last long. The twenty taels of silver Mother gave me are already half spent."

Duan Lingtian shook his head and took a shortcut back to the Li family estate.

As he passed the intersection of the three markets in Qingfeng Town, he noticed a crowd gathered on the side of the road, pointing and discussing.

Curious, Duan Lingtian squeezed into the crowd.

He saw a woman in mourning clothes kneeling by the roadside, her long hair covering her face.

Judging by her figure, she was around fifteen years old.

In front of her was a piece of paper with large, fresh red characters:

"Selling myself to bury my mother!"

Duan Lingtian did not expect to encounter a scene he had only seen on TV in his previous life.

As a former king of soldiers, his sharp intuition allowed him to clearly sense the sorrow emanating from the girl.

"Tsk tsk... The girl has a good figure. Lift your head and let me see. If you look good, I'll buy you as my personal maid."

A fat, well-dressed man with a large belly and a nouveau riche demeanor leered at the kneeling girl.

"Exactly, not lifting her head, who would dare to buy her."

Someone chimed in.

"I will only lift my head if someone helps me bury my mother."

The girl spoke, still not lifting her head, her clear and melodious voice filled with determination.

"Your voice is nice, but if you won't lift your head, you must be ugly. I..."

The fat, well-dressed man with a large belly was interrupted by Duan Lingtian's cold snort.

"I'll give you ten taels of silver to bury your mother properly."

Duan Lingtian walked up to the girl and said softly.

"Thank you, young master."

The girl's body trembled slightly, and she slowly lifted her head, revealing her delicate face with her soft hands.

Her clean, fair face, slightly immature, was naturally beautiful without makeup.

Her arched eyebrows and beautiful, tear-filled eyes showed a mix of sadness and strength, evoking sympathy.

Her straight nose and plump, inviting lips made one want to kiss her.

Duan Lingtian, like the fat man, initially thought the girl was unattractive for not lifting her head.

But who would have thought she was a beauty.

Combined with her well-proportioned figure, she looked graceful and poised.

One could imagine that when she grew up, she would be a stunning beauty.

For a moment, the men around her swallowed hard, their eyes filled with greed.

"He only offered ten taels, I'll offer twenty! Follow me from now on."

The fat, well-dressed man with a large belly, drooling at the sight of the girl, eagerly offered a higher price.

"I'll offer thirty taels!"

Another person followed suit.

"I'll offer fifty taels!"

"I'll offer sixty taels!"

...

Seeing these people bidding, Duan Lingtian watched coldly.

If the girl ultimately chose the highest bidder, he would leave, as such a person was not worth his help.