Chapter 44

Yebufan turned around and saw that the old Taoist who was standing behind him was the one he had met on the antique street.

It seemed that he had been so excited about getting the storage ring that he hadn't noticed the old Taoist following him all along.

At this moment, the old Taoist was looking at the ring on his hand with shining eyes and called out excitedly, "A mustard seed can contain a mountain, a place to store a hundred things, it is indeed a good thing."

"Hand it over to this Taoist quickly, and I will spare your life."

Yebufan said coldly, "Get lost quickly, and I will spare your life."

The old Taoist said with a sinister look, "Boy, do you know who you are talking to? If you anger me, not only will I leave you with no place to bury, but I will also make your soul dissipate, never to be reborn."

"If you hand over this ring, this Taoist will not forget your kindness."

In fact, the old Taoist was still somewhat cautious. Since the young man in front of him could use the mustard seed containing a mountain technique, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

Moreover, his calm demeanor made it hard to gauge his true strength, so he didn't rush to attack, wanting to figure out the other party's bottom line.

Yebufan frowned, "Too much chatter, are you going to rob me or not? If not, I'm leaving."

"Since you want to die, this Taoist will send you on your way."

For the sake of the treasure in front of him, the old Taoist no longer held back and slapped his palm out.

If it were before the Foundation Establishment, Yebufan would have still looked up to the old Taoist, but now it was different. The two of them were completely at different levels in martial arts cultivation.

He didn't dodge at all and slapped his palm out to meet the old Taoist's palm.

The two palms collided, and with a loud bang, the old Taoist flew back several meters like a kite with a broken string, landing with a thud and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He got up from the ground and looked at Yebufan in shock, never expecting that the young man in front of him had such high cultivation, actually injuring him with one move.

"Are you a Xuan-stage martial artist?"

Yebufan had inherited the martial arts from the Ancient Medical Sect and was not clear about the current martial artist levels, so he didn't understand what a Xuan-stage martial artist meant.

He said, "Old ox nose, with such skills, you still want to be a bandit."

"Boy, don't think you're great just because you're at the Xuan stage, this Taoist can still kill you."

The old Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and then flipped his hands, a series of talismans appearing in his palm.

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"Go to hell."

The old Taoist shouted, and the talismans immediately flew up into the air as if they had a life of their own, forming a long dragon. Then, they suddenly burst into flames, turning into a fire dragon that pounced on Yebufan.

After the fire dragon was released, the old Taoist looked smug. These were all carefully refined talismans. Although the fire of the fire dragon was not as strong as innate fire, it was much stronger than ordinary fire.

Even though the other party was a Xuan-stage martial artist, he would definitely not be able to withstand his magical attack.

Looking at the roaring fire dragon, Yebufan's lips curled into a cold smile. He had inherited the Ancient Medical Sect's legacy, and his mental power was exceptionally strong. His cultivation in magic was far higher than in martial arts.

"A grain of sand dares to shine!"

Facing the pouncing fire dragon, he lightly waved his palm, and the fire dragon not only stopped its attack but turned around and pounced on the old Taoist.

"Seal the void, control the universe, you... you... are actually a master of magic!"

The old Taoist was shocked beyond measure, but the fire dragon was already in front of him, and he hurriedly tried to defend himself.

Unfortunately, the fire dragon was too powerful, and he didn't have Yebufan's powerful magic. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by the fire dragon, and his eyebrows and hair were burning.

The old Taoist no longer held back, and talismans flew out from his palm. With great effort, he managed to extinguish the flames on his body. He didn't dare to stay any longer and ran away as fast as he could.

Such a young Xuan-stage martial artist and a master of magic was definitely not someone he could provoke.

Yebufan was in a good mood after getting the storage ring and didn't pay attention to the old Taoist. He turned and left the Treasure Garden, heading towards the hotel he was renting.

The old Taoist had run away, but his words had piqued his curiosity.

What is a Xuan-stage martial artist? What is a master of magic? How many martial artists and magic practitioners are there in this world, and how are their levels divided? What level is this old Taoist at?

However, the people around him were all ordinary, so he could only keep these questions in his mind and figure them out later.

After returning to the hotel, Yebufan thought for a moment, and cinnabar, yellow paper, and other tools for drawing talismans appeared on the table.

He picked up a brush and began to draw talismans on the yellow paper.

Talismans are a way to channel one's magic power to draw on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, storing energy in the yellow paper in the form of a talisman.

In a sense,

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Talismans are a way to store energy in advance, which can be used all at once when needed.

Although it was his first time drawing talismans, he had inherited the Ancient Medical Sect's legacy and had deep magic cultivation, so drawing talismans was not difficult.

In just over an hour, he drew 20 exorcism talismans, 20 fire talismans, 20 thunder talismans, and a few other miscellaneous talismans, all of which he stored in the storage ring.

It was better to have more of these things, as they could be useful in emergencies.

For example, those thunder talismans, even if he encountered a martial artist with higher cultivation, throwing them all at once would make the other party flustered, giving him a chance to escape.

Just as he finished, his phone rang. It was his good friend Han Shuai calling.

After answering the call, Han Shuai's voice immediately came through, "Old Three, tonight at 8 PM, at the Night Unending bar in the East District. You mustn't be late, it's a matter of my lifelong happiness, so you mustn't be late."

Yebufan said, "Don't worry, even though you're not as handsome as me, with me as your brother, I can definitely help you win the beauty."

As an inheritor, he was absolutely confident.

"Who gave you the courage to say such things? Don't you know I'm the most handsome in our dorm?" Han Shuai said, "I have to call Yuting, see you tonight."

Han Shuai hung up the phone.

Yebufan had just put his phone on the table when it rang again. Looking at the caller ID, it was Ma Haidong, the president of Jiangnan Hospital.

Pressing the answer button, he said, "President Ma, what's the matter?"

"Doctor Ye, my uncle is very sick, and I want to ask you to treat him. Do you have time?"

Ma Haidong was the president of Jiangnan Hospital, in charge of the best medical resources in Jiangnan City. If even he couldn't treat the illness, it must be a difficult case, which piqued Yebufan's interest.

He said, "Sure, I have time this afternoon."

"That's great, I'll come to pick you up now."

After confirming Yebufan's location, Ma Haidong hung up the phone. Half an hour later, he arrived at the hotel in a black Audi A6.

After picking up Yebufan, the two of them headed to the southern part of Jiangnan City.