Chapter 80

As Han Bingyi and Amu walked in front, Lishui followed behind. The three of them strolled through the Immortal Fair.

Han Bingyi's flawless jade-like face was cold and captivating, naturally drawing the attention of countless people. Amu, dressed in a white robe, was handsome and also quite eye-catching. Even Lishui, who was somewhat alone at the back, exuded an extraordinary and pure aura.

The three of them walking together naturally attracted the attention of cultivators from all over.

"Who is that woman?"

"I don't know, but from her attire, she must be a disciple of the Northern Cold Sect!"

"That white-robed youth, why does he seem like an ordinary person?"

"Ah! The Northern Cold Sect is indeed one of the three major sects of the Northern Wasteland to have such remarkable people!"

"Brother, don't be fooled! How could someone walking with such a woman be an ordinary person? He might be a Spirit Realm expert!"

"That's too young! I haven't heard of any Spirit Realm experts in the Northern Cold Sect like that!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Just because you don't know doesn't mean they don't exist! Didn't you see that their attendants are all extraordinary and elegant?"

Indeed, those who were not from the Northern Cold Sect, without preconceived notions, felt that Amu, especially Lishui, was quite extraordinary.

However, when some Northern Cold disciples overheard these comments, they turned to look. Upon seeing Amu and Lishui, some were so angry they almost fainted.

"Isn't that the two famous failures of the Northern Cold Sect?"

"Damn! How can the first beauty of the Northern Cold Sect be walking with them!"

"Good cabbages are all being eaten by pigs!"

"Lower your voice! If Han Bingyi hears you, she might take your life!"

"Hey! Brother, let me tell you, those are two failed cultivators of the Northern Cold Sect who can't cultivate to the Immortal Root! They are just ordinary people, what kind of eyesight do you have?"

The cultivator who was called was stunned, then shook his head in frustration and muttered to himself, "Ordinary people? Those two failed cultivators have such an aura! I, a Ninth Rank Initial Cultivator, can't even exude a refined and elegant aura, it's really unfair!"

Regardless of the various comments, most people praised the three. However, the Northern Cold disciples dared not let their comments reach Han Bingyi's ears.

The three of them walked and looked around, and occasionally Han Bingyi would explain various strange things to the two. Han Bingyi, being a Void Spirit cultivator, had far more knowledge than the two, and Amu and Lishui benefited greatly from her explanations.

After passing through more than a hundred stalls, the three did not find anything they liked. Actually, there were cultivation treasures like flying swords and magical treasures, but Amu's standards were quite high. He had already shattered four cultivation-grade flying swords, so he didn't even look at them. He was determined to find a Spirit-grade treasure, but such things were rare and hard to come by.

The mysterious and familiar aura that Amu had sensed earlier was intermittent.

"Han Senior Sister, have you noticed anything different about this Immortal Fair?" Amu asked.

Han Bingyi frowned and said, "Besides the four Supreme Spirit cultivators of our Northern Cold Sect, there are at least seven or eight other Supreme Spirit-level experts here!"

Amu nodded; the number was about the same as what he had detected with his demonic sense.

"Han Senior Sister, besides these cultivators, is there anything else special?" Amu asked again.

"What do you mean?" Han Bingyi asked.

"Like, is there any mysterious aura or something?" Amu said.

"No. What did you sense?" Han Bingyi looked at Amu with deep meaning.

"Ah, I was just talking randomly!" Amu quickly said. He had personally told Han Bingyi that he knew no spells, and at the time, he had spoken with great righteousness and enthusiasm.

"Your divine sense is quite special, isn't it? I remember now, you used your divine sense to attack me!" Han Bingyi glared at Amu. It was because of that momentary lapse that she didn't dodge Amu's attack and was directly knocked to the ground by him.

"Is that so? Let me think about that night's events!" Amu pretended to be deep in thought.

"Don't act like a failed cultivator, you brat!" Han Bingyi's face darkened when she heard that Amu was thinking about that night, and she coldly snorted, ignoring him.

At this point, with Han Bingyi's wisdom, she had already figured out everything about that night. Amu was definitely not a failed cultivator; she just couldn't see through him.

As they spoke, the three turned a corner. Ahead was a very inconspicuous small stall, with no customers at all. The seller was an old woman in a red robe. Her red robe was like blood, and her white hair like frost. She sat in a rattan chair, her eyes closed in a light sleep.

"Hmm?" As they walked here, Amu suddenly felt a strong, familiar sensation.

The Dan Sea surged, and his demonic sense stirred.

"Han Senior Sister, let's go take a look over there!" Amu said calmly, and the three headed for the old woman's stall.

Flowers? The old woman sold all kinds of flowers. Each flower was wrapped in a light sphere formed by a spell, blooming in a riot of colors and hues. However, Amu couldn't name any of the flowers.

Some resembled hibiscus, some resembled mountain tea, some resembled plum blossoms or crabapples, but upon closer inspection, none of them were! A faint fragrance filled the air, refreshing and invigorating.

Such beautiful flowers, yet no one was admiring them, the stall was deserted. Amu found it strange, and Lishui also frowned slightly.

"These are not ordinary flowers!" Han Bingyi, seeing their thoughts, explained.

"Oh?" Amu and Lishui were both surprised.

"These are cultivator flowers. Don't be fooled by their beauty; some of them are highly toxic, even I wouldn't dare to approach them lightly!" Han Bingyi looked at the flowers.

Amu and Lishui hadn't expected that these beautiful flowers were so toxic that even cultivators would find them hard to resist.

"Miss, would you like to buy some flowers?" The old woman in the red robe opened her eyes, but they were dim and lifeless. However, she was indeed a cultivator. No ordinary person could come here to do business, but the old woman's cultivation was only at the Third or Fourth Rank Initial Cultivator level, the lowest level of cultivators. Moreover, she didn't have much time left to live, on the verge of death.

"Hmm? Grandmother, your flowers are quite toxic!" Han Bingyi smiled, looking at the flowers, her beauty matching the flowers.

"Ha ha!" The old woman laughed, her face creased with wrinkles. "Passed down from my ancestors, almost lost in my hands! Miss, you have good eyesight, pick some non-toxic ones to calm your mind and spirit!"

"Hmm!" Han Bingyi didn't comment, but she was quite interested in the flowers. Perhaps a love for flowers, like a love for beauty, was a woman's nature.

"Young man, take a good look, don't be stingy, and don't disappoint the lady!" The old woman in the red robe, with the air of an experienced person, smiled at Amu.

Amu chuckled awkwardly, his demonic sense spreading. He always felt that the old woman in the red robe was not an ordinary person. But as his demonic sense spread, that strong sensation disappeared again. The old woman in front of him was indeed a Third or Fourth Rank Initial Cultivator, and she probably wouldn't live for many more years. Could it be that the problem wasn't with the old woman?

"Han Senior Sister, which flower do you like? I'll give it to you!" Amu began to pay attention to the flowers.

"Miss, why don't you buy a pot of 'Soul-forgetting Worry-free Grass'?" The old woman in the red robe pointed to a pot of nine-leafed grass on the ground, surrounded by a green glow and emitting a faint blue light.

"Soul-forgetting Worry-free Grass?" Han Bingyi had never heard of it before.

"This grass is a rare species, it doesn't wither for a hundred years, and gazing at it daily can relieve a hundred worries. Miss, you might find it useful in the future!" The old woman said with a squint.

"Useful in the future?" Han Bingyi couldn't help but smile. "Grandmother, as a cultivator, I seek the Dao with all my heart, what worries could I have?"

"Ha ha! I'm old and talkative! Miss, don't mind me!" The old woman then said to Amu, "Young man, why don't you give her a pot of Soul-forgetting Worry-free Grass? If she is worry-free, you will be happy too!"

For some reason, Amu always felt that the old woman in the red robe was speaking with hidden meanings.

"Okay! Then I'll buy a pot of Soul-forgetting Worry-free Grass!" Amu looked at Han Bingyi, seeing that she didn't seem to object. "Grandmother, how many spirit stones for this Worry-free Grass?"

"A thousand copper-grade spirit coins!" The old woman smiled at Amu.

A pot of flowers for a thousand copper-grade spirit coins? Ten thousand spirit stones?