In front of a certain shop, three or four men with unfriendly expressions squatted down, watching Brian Young, who was shopping not far away, through the bustling crowd.

　　“What are you afraid of? That guy has lost all his powers—he’s not even as good as an ordinary mortal now…”

　　“Let’s wait a bit longer. When we get to a place with no one around, we’ll give him a real beating.”

　　The middle-aged man with a mustache in the lead spoke.

　　“Yes, Uncle Ba. With you, a cultivator, here, we’re sure to succeed.”

　　……

　　“Hehe, Young Master Young, this was once a five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng, extremely valuable. Unfortunately, it fell into the hands of a few mortals who didn’t store it properly, causing it to lose most of its vitality. Unless it meets a skilled ‘alchemist,’ it can’t be revived.”

　　The stall owner turned out to be a cultivator at the early Qi Refining stage. He was trading at Young Fortress, so he clearly recognized Brian Young, the former prodigy.

　　A five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng—this was a rare treasure of heaven and earth!

　　Brian Young was moved and asked, “How much for this white jade ginseng?”

　　“Young Master Young, allow me to introduce myself. My name is John Clark, I’m a rogue cultivator. Even though you’ve lost your powers, your composure in the face of honor and disgrace is truly admirable to us rogue cultivators.”

　　“Since you like it, I don’t mind giving you this white jade ginseng as a gift.”

　　John Clark said enthusiastically.

　　Brian Young glanced thoughtfully at John Clark and said, “Alright then, since Brother Clark is so generous, I’ll accept this white jade ginseng.”

　　In the world of cultivation, rogue cultivators usually have no sect or affiliation, and some don’t even have a master. They struggle to explore the path of immortality with only a few tattered and incomplete cultivation techniques.

　　For low-level rogue cultivators, what they lack most are cultivation methods, jade slips of techniques, magical tools and treasures, cultivation experience, and so on.

　　For John Clark to so generously give Brian Young this white jade ginseng, he must have his reasons.

　　“Another day, Brother Clark, you can come visit my home. Not my place at Young Fortress, but my house in Wuliu Town.”

　　Brian Young said calmly.

　　“Thank you, young master, thank you!”

　　John Clark was a clever man and thanked him repeatedly. Although Brian Young had lost his powers, he was once a cultivator at the Spirit Concentration stage, and the cultivation knowledge and magical techniques he possessed were surely ten or a hundred times richer than his own.

　　After bidding farewell to John Clark, Brian Young turned around, his back to the people following him.

　　He suddenly ran to a secluded corner, glanced around, and bit his index finger, causing blood to well up.

　　“Activate!”

　　He pressed his blood-stained finger onto the storage pouch at his waist.

　　The storage pouch opened, and Brian Young quickly took out a stack of talismans and hid them in his pocket.

　　After finishing, Brian Young let out a light breath.

　　Having lost his powers, he could only barely open the storage pouch by using his own blood as a guide and take out a dozen or so talismans.

　　After all, this storage pouch had accompanied him for so many years, and as a former Spirit Concentration stage cultivator, his blood still contained some spiritual energy.

　　With this method, even without his powers, as long as he understood the principles of the spells, he could barely activate some spells that required only a small amount of power.

　　“Over there! Look!”

　　The mustached middle-aged man cried out in surprise and led the three thugs to continue following.

　　Just a moment ago, Brian Young had disappeared from their sight, causing Uncle Eight to panic for a second.

　　“This job is worth ten spirit stones and a thousand taels of silver—we absolutely can’t let this ‘fat sheep’ get away.”

　　On his way, Brian Young once again immersed his mind into the “Xianhong Space.”

　　Standing on the green land, Brian Young looked at Puppy not far away and asked, “How do I put items from the real world into here?”

　　Puppy said, “Just move your mind.”

　　“That simple?”

　　Brian Young moved his mind, and the white jade ginseng in his hand entered the Xianhong Space, still in his hand.

　　“Huh? That ginseng in your hand looks like it’s about to die. Put it on the green land—within half a day, it’ll recover.”

　　Puppy looked at the ginseng in Brian Young’s hand and suddenly blurted out.

　　“Hehe, I suspected as much, which is why I bought it. I didn’t expect the green land to really have this effect.”

　　Brian Young said cheerfully.

　　“I’ll go get some tools from the warehouse for you…”

　　With that, Puppy went into the thatched hut behind, took out a small shovel, ran to Brian Young, and handed it to him.

　　Brian Young understood, so he used the small shovel to clear away weeds, dug up the soil, and buried half the ginseng in the green land.

　　Immediately, wisps of green energy extended from the green land and flowed into the white jade ginseng.

　　The white jade ginseng, visibly to the naked eye, gradually regained its vitality from its previously wilted state.

　　“Great… With just this five-hundred-year-old white jade ginseng, I can sell it for several hundred spirit stones at the trading market.”

　　Brian Young was overjoyed.

　　Several hundred spirit stones—that was a considerable sum.

　　Leisurely, Brian Young returned to his own courtyard, deliberately leaving the door open.

　　“Hurry, follow him in…”

　　The mustached man directed the three thugs, barging into the courtyard.

　　But once inside, they suddenly discovered:

　　Brian Young was nowhere to be found!