Abyss Walker

Chapter 155 Integrating into Tianzhou (Part 1)

Yun Muhan was slightly taken aback. He did have some valuables on him, but he couldn't reveal the ring's function. He quickly came up with a solution: "Grandma, I don't have much money on me, but I can help you with something, or I can exchange it for my skills."

A hint of admiration flashed in the old woman's eyes: "You're quite clever. Here's what we'll do: I need some special materials to refine pills recently. If you can help me find them, these herbs are yours."

A resolute light shone in Yun Muhan's eyes, and his voice conveyed an unquestionable promise.

A relieved smile appeared on the old woman's face. She slowly listed the names of the required materials. As she named each one, Yun Muhan silently memorized it. His eyes revealed the importance he attached to this mission.

The market was bustling with activity and filled with noise. Yun Muhan moved among the stalls, his eyes sharp as an eagle, scanning every item and searching for precious medicinal herbs.

Yun Muhan's steps were firm and swift, each pause a sign that he had spotted his target. His fingers gently touched the medicinal herbs, feeling their texture and assessing their authenticity and quality.

As time went by, Yun Muhan's backpack gradually became heavier.

He found every material the old woman needed; each transaction was a test of wisdom and patience.

He not only had to ensure the purity of the materials, but also strive for the greatest price advantage. A satisfied smile frequently appeared on his face, because he knew that every successful transaction was an affirmation of his abilities.

With the last ingredient in hand, Yun Muhan breathed a sigh of relief. He carefully arranged the precious medicinal herbs, making sure they were not damaged in any way.

His fingers were gentle and delicate, as if he were handling a work of art.

The medicinal herbs were placed one by one into a specially made pouch, and every action revealed his respect and appreciation for these herbs.

After returning to the Spirit Repository...

The guardian's voice rang out again: "Young man, you have done well. Now, I will teach you how to refine the Returning Origin Pill."

Following the guardian's guidance, Yun Muhan began the process of refining pills. Although Yun Muhan had refined many pills in his previous life, the times were different, and the methods of refining pills were naturally different as well.

Yun Muhan placed the medicinal herbs one by one into the alchemy furnace, controlling the heat and constantly adjusting the proportions of the herbs and the refining time.

This process is lengthy and complex, requiring immense patience and precise control.

After several days of effort, a rich fragrance finally emanated from the alchemy furnace, and the Guiyuan Pill was successfully refined.

Yun Muhan took out the pill, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment. After all, this was not just a pill that could restore his ability to transform, but also the crystallization of his courage and wisdom.

The guardian's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of relief: "Young man, you have passed the test. The Rejuvenation Pill will help you regain your ability to transform. But remember, true power always comes from within your own heart."

Yun Muhan bowed deeply, almost touching the ground, his back curving into a respectful arc, every movement revealing his respect and gratitude for the guardian.

His long hair swayed gently with his movements, like a black waterfall tracing an elegant path in the air. When he straightened up, his eyes shone with a resolute light, a light of hope and determination for the future.

The moment Yun Muhan swallowed the Guiyuan Pill, he could almost feel the pill sliding down his throat, carrying a cool sensation, as it slowly entered his stomach.

His brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed. As the effects of the elixir spread throughout his body, a warm power rose from within, like the warm sun of spring, gradually dispelling his fatigue and weakness.

His complexion changed from pale to rosy, and his breathing became steady and strong.

Yun Muhan's ability to transform is slowly returning. He can feel that his connection with his surroundings is becoming closer, as if every gust of wind and every ray of light can resonate with his body.

His fingers trembled slightly, as if trying to communicate with the elements of this world; each tremor was more natural, and each breath was deeper.

When Yun Muhan stepped into Tianzhou City Market, his steps were steady and composed, each step appearing cautious, as if he were feeling the temperature of this land with the soles of his feet.

The hustle and bustle of the market rushed towards him, but he remained calm and composed. His eyes darted through the crowd, observing the clothing and behavior of each person.

Yun Muhan noticed that the people in the market were dressed in various ways. Some wore magnificent robes embroidered with gold and silver threads, which shimmered in the sunlight, showcasing the wearer's wealth and status.

Others wore simple cloth clothes; although the fabric was rough, it was clean and tidy, revealing a simple beauty.

Yun Muhan's gaze lingered on these clothes, as he tried to read each person's story and life from them.

His hand gently touched the goods on the stall, and the texture he felt through his fingertips gave him a deeper understanding of the materials in this world.

With sharp eyes, he captures every detail, from the smiles on the vendors' faces to the gestures of customers haggling over prices, and even the candy clutched tightly in a child's hand; every subtle movement is observed by him.

Yun Muhan's gaze swept across the bustling market, finally settling on a fruit vendor.

The vendor's stall was filled with colorful fruits, some round and smooth like jade, some brightly colored, and others emitting an enticing aroma.

He was dressed in local attire, the colorful fabric gleaming brightly in the sunlight. A simple, unpretentious smile graced his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened as his smile spread, revealing the marks of time.

Yun Muhan stepped forward, his steps steady and confident. Although his language was still somewhat awkward, his eyes revealed a desire to communicate.

He tried to communicate with the vendors in the local language he had just learned, word by word. His lips were slightly parted, and although the syllables he uttered were a little hesitant, every word was full of sincerity and effort.

Upon hearing Yun Muhan's words, a hint of surprise flashed in the vendor's eyes, which was quickly replaced by enthusiasm.

He reached out his rough hands, picked up a plump fruit, and used gestures and simple words to show Yun Muhan how to select the freshest fruit.

He gently pressed his fingers on the surface of the fruit, demonstrating its elasticity, and then handed the fruit to Yun Muhan, indicating that he should try it himself.

Yun Muhan took the fruit, his fingers gently touching its surface, feeling its perfect elasticity and temperature.

He smiled and nodded in understanding, then took out a few silver coins from the money pouch at his waist and handed them to the vendor.

Yun Muhan's fingers were exceptionally careful as he handed over the money.

Dugu Jianling: Copper coins are enough! Waaaaah, my money.

Yun Muhan: Yours? What's yours?

The vendor accepted the silver coins, his smile widening. He thanked Yun Muhan in the local language, then selected some of the best fruit from his stall, carefully wrapped it in a large green leaf, and handed it to Yun Muhan.

Yun Muhan took the package, gently cradling the gift in his hands before carefully placing it into his backpack.

Yun Muhan stepped into the antique-style teahouse, an ideal place for people from Tianzhou to exchange information and relax.