Chapter 525: Chapter 260: Sect Leader Arrives! Zhang Tian Sheng_2

Therefore, this kind of Daoist treasure is called [Female Protection Treasure]. It is said that when women drink hot water, as long as they move their lips and send the Female Protection Treasure, that is truly good.

"After the Song Dynasty, this kind of tiger has disappeared from the forests." Yu Hua said solemnly, "This skin was collected by Master Uncle in his early years, it’s extremely precious."

"Such a precious treasure, where did you collect it from?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

If it’s a treasure and so rare, who could bear to give it up?

"I’m afraid it’s collected from underground." Fang Changle said casually.

"Shut up." Yu Hua glared fiercely at this junior brother, "I really want to tear your mouth apart."

Hearing this, Zhang Fan instinctively looked at the yard outside the door full of mounds and couldn’t help showing a look of sudden realization.

It turns out to be a gift from the depths of the earth.

"Younger Brother Zhang, don’t listen to his nonsense." Yu Hua chuckled dryly.

Zhang Fan smiled without speaking.

"Younger Brother Zhang, you won’t go around telling this, will you?" Yu Hua couldn’t help but ask.

"Of course not, I’m not that kind of person." Zhang Fan grinned.

"..."

"You wait here, I’ll go prepare rooms for you and inform Master Uncle."

Yu Hua instructed, then glared fiercely at Fang Changle again.

"Junior Brother, don’t run around."

"Senior Brother, where can I run around here?" Fang Changle joked.

"I’m talking about your tongue... don’t run around." Yu Hua said heavily.

"Don’t worry, don’t worry!"

Fang Changle chuckled and watched Yu Hua leave, finally slightly relieved.

"Senior Brother is too rigid, can’t even make a joke."

"Was that a joke? That was clearly the truth." Zhang Fan teased.

"Don’t talk nonsense, ruining my Maoshan’s reputation."

Fang Changle stared at Zhang Fan, suddenly, his eyes flickered as he looked at the cabinet behind Zhang Fan.

On it was a small crystal bottle containing a half bottle of blue liquid, bubbling dreamily.

"This is..."

Fang Changle walked over straight, took the crystal bottle, and looked it over.

"This is Jue Saliva!?" Zhang Fan recognized it at a glance.

He had once seen related records in [Dao Secret Record], about Merfolk in the East Sea, whose tears could become pearls, worth a fortune.

However, people did not know, Merfolk’s saliva, known as [Jue Saliva], is also a treasure. It is said, as long as you mix it with your own saliva, whoever swallows it will instantly fall in love with the other.

In ancient times, many alchemists hid in the East Sea, using Abnormal Skill to hunt Merfolk for tears and saliva.

Some unscrupulous individuals often bought [Jue Saliva] for a high price, mixed it with their own saliva, and carried it with them. Whenever they met a girl they fancied, they would lace her food and drink, and once consumed she would be captivated, and even the most loyal girl would fall hopelessly in love with him.

"Is there really a Merfolk in this world?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but marvel.

Even as a cultivator, having seen Spirit Monsters and Ghosts, he still finds Merfolk novel.

"There must have been before, but certainly none now." Fang Changle lamented.

Because of this, the treasure in his hand seemed priceless, and he didn’t know where that Master Uncle dug it out from.

"Good stuff." Fang Changle murmured softly.

I must say, the collections in this room are each rare, beyond what money can measure.

"You Maoshan people are really wealthy." Zhang Fan couldn’t help saying.

"Don’t talk nonsense, these are all Master Uncle’s private collections." Fang Changle reluctantly put the small crystal bottle back.

"Speaking of treasure, the one you got is truly yours."

"You’re talking about...?"

Zhang Fan’s heart moved, taking out from his arms the ancient rustic bronze mirror, palm-sized yet extremely handy to hold.

"The Demon-Revealing Mirror, Cyan Feather Treasure, Qi Yun Mountain has offered it for over three hundred years, and you got it for free." Fang Changle said jealously.

"Let’s just make do for now." Zhang Fan chuckled softly.

"Poser." Fang Changle sneered.

"Young man, the bronze mirror in your hand looks somewhat familiar."

At this moment, a cold voice came from outside the door, Zhang Fan felt alert, raised his head suddenly, only to see an old man silently walk in from the yard. His tiger’s mouth had a tiger head tattoo, and a big gold chain hung around his neck.

"You are..." Zhang Fan’s gaze sank slightly, instinctively judging this must be Yu Hua’s Master’s Uncle mentioned, although looking at the attire, he doesn’t seem like a cultivator.

"Within ten steps away, I didn’t notice at all, this is definitely a master." Zhang Fan seemed to have a voice shouting in his heart.

"Who are you?" Fang Changle asked vigilantly. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Young man, are you a descendant of Maoshan?" The visitor glanced slantways, with a grin, "Red Dragon Fire Talisman has been refined by your Primordial Spirit, yet no divine wonder seen."

This statement made Fang Changle’s face suddenly change, the old man who looked like a social misfit could see through his virtual reality!?

"May I ask senior’s respected name!" Fang Changle pressed his palms together in salute.

"I am called Mo Rancun."

"Qi Yun Mountain Sect Leader!?"

Zhang Fan was taken aback, he never expected this Qi Yun Mountain Sect Leader to come in person and find him so quickly.

Thinking of this, he instinctively gripped the Demon-Revealing Mirror in his hand tightly, hiding it behind.

However, how could such a subtle action escape the eyes of the dignified Qi Yun Mountain Sect Leader.

"Young man, the treasure from my Qi Yun Mountain, is it handy for you to use?" Mo Rancun grinned slightly.

Yet this smile showed no sign of emotion or warmth.

"Was Qin Ming killed by you?"

"Why do you say that, senior? I had a deep but brief acquaintance with Taoist Brother Qin, as close as brothers, truly meeting too late, his death leaves me with undeniable responsibility..." Zhang Fan said with deep grief.