The auction at the Di Lu Merchant Association continued. In the most luxurious room of the Di Lu Merchant Building, a middle-aged man with fair skin sat with narrowed eyes. Two male cultivators stood before him, one being the Divine Lord Manager who had previously traded with Mo Wuji, and the other a hunched, beardless old man.

"Guild Master, that person has already left Di Lu Merchant City, and he has a very high-level escape technique, leaving almost no spatial fluctuations after escaping. I suspect it is related to the Five Elements Escape Technique, most likely Earth Escape," said the Divine Lord cultivator.

The beardless old man also said, "I can sense the direction of the Rootless Divine Iron moving, and it's leaving Di Lu Merchant City at an extremely fast speed."

The middle-aged man with fair skin opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "This little fellow is quite good, actually possessing such a top-level escape technique. After he arrives at his destination, first investigate his background."

"Eh..." The beardless old man did not respond but instead made a surprised sound.

"What's wrong?" the middle-aged man, referred to as the Guild Master, quickly asked.

"The imprint of the Rootless Divine Iron has disappeared. I can no longer track that person's location." The old man's face was very unpleasant. His imprint could not be removed even by a Divine King in a short time, yet now it was casually concealed by an insignificant ant.

The Divine Lord cultivator's expression also became panicked, and he bowed, "Guild Master, the imprint on my clothes remained in one place. I suspect he discarded the clothes. I'll go and take a look..."

The Guild Master waved his hand. "Forget it. Since he thought of these things, there's no point in you following. This matter is just an accident. There's no need to continue to pay attention to it."

"Yes," the old man and the Divine Lord cultivator both responded with relief.

Di Lu Merchant Association was still a very reputable merchant association. They left subtle divine senses on the treasures they auctioned off, not to reclaim the items and leave the customers empty-handed. Instead, they wanted to know where the items they sold ended up, and only the most top-tier items were worth them doing this.

Mo Wuji's Rootless Divine Iron was the most top-tier item. Now that the imprint on the Rootless Divine Iron had been erased, the Di Lu Merchant Association would definitely not investigate or pursue the matter. Because the matter itself was the fault of the Di Lu Merchant Association. The first imprint could be said that the association didn't know and was placed by the person who consigned the item. If they sent people to investigate because of the imprint, the Di Lu Merchant Association could not have reached where they are today.

A merchant association that openly sells items but secretly resorts to underhanded tactics, no matter how discreet they are, will eventually be exposed. Even a place like Dan Qian Merchant Building, wanting to take advantage of Mo Wuji, would not dare to be blatant but only operate within the loopholes of the rules.

…

Mo Wuji didn't know how many times he had been imprinted, nor how many times he had been chased. Even a Divine King couldn't track him through a divine sense imprint.

After leaving Di Lu Divine City with three Wind Shifts, Mo Wuji directly discarded his clothes and threw everything he obtained at the auction into the Immortal World. After continuously Wind Shifting for nearly an hour, Mo Wuji entered the Immortal World and spent half a day checking for any remaining imprints. After confirming that there were no imprints, he burned all his clothes, changed into a clean set, and turned back towards Lingxiao City.

Two days later, Mo Wuji easily returned to his No Sickness Medical Shop.

As soon as he returned to the medical shop, Mo Wuji re-entered the second floor and began to cultivate in seclusion, studying the refinement of Level 5 Divine Pills.

The Azure Heart Flame advanced to Level 3 Divine Flame, making the refinement of Level 5 Divine Pills much easier. However, after half a month, Mo Wuji still failed to refine a single furnace of Divine Pills.

And over a thousand stalks of divine spiritual herbs had been consumed by Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji knew that this was unavoidable. It wasn't that his pill Dao had a problem, nor was it the relationship between his pill furnace and flame.

This was mainly because his cultivation was still a bit lacking, trying to refine Level 5 Divine Pills while only at the God Transformation Realm. Another main reason was that the laws of heaven and earth on the Divine Continent were weak.

On the Divine Continent, advancing to Divine King was already difficult, let alone Mo Wuji, a God Transformation cultivator, wanting to refine Level 5 Divine Pills.

After consuming hundreds more Level 5 divine spiritual herbs, Mo Wuji slowed down his pace.

His Immortal Mortal Technique was originally best suited for refining pills and weapons. He had basically perfected everything that needed to be done and perfected for refining Level 5 Divine Pills. The problem only arose when condensing the Dao rules of pills. Every time before a pill was formed, there was always something missing. If his cultivation was at the Celestial God Realm, perhaps he would have already succeeded.

Mo Wuji changed to refining only one furnace of Level 5 Divine Pills each day. Every time he refined pills, he didn't seek success but only sought to capture every detail change in the pill refining process.

Anyone else, even top sects, probably wouldn't dare to consume over a thousand Level 5 divine spiritual herbs in such a short period of time like Mo Wuji.

The scarcity of Level 5 Divine Pill Kings on the Divine Continent wasn't just because the restrictions of the laws of heaven and earth made it difficult to advance to Level 5 Divine Pill King, but also because of the scarcity of Level 5 divine spiritual herbs.

If Mo Wuji hadn't occasionally obtained seven hundred stalks of Level 5 divine spiritual herbs at the Di Lu Merchant Association's auction, he probably wouldn't have had any hope of becoming a Level 5 Divine Pill King.

"Crack!" Another furnace of Spirit Flame Divine Pills shattered, and a faint burnt smell wafted out. Mo Wuji didn't continue to clean the furnace but instead blankly picked up a dark red pill with black impurities from the pill furnace.

Mo Wuji held up this dark red pill with impurities in front of his eyes and remained motionless for a long time.

That's right, this was a Level 5 Spirit Flame Divine Pill. It was the only Level 5 Divine Pill he had refined after three months of cultivation in seclusion.

Refining a Level 5 Divine Pill might not mean anything, but Mo Wuji was very clear about how this Divine Pill was refined.

When the Spirit Flame Divine Pill was about to shatter as before, he had a flash of inspiration and tried his own rules. He no longer relied on the Dao rhythm rules between heaven and earth to condense the pill but instead used his own Mortal Dao rules to condense the pill.

The reason he hadn't tried it before was that he had always thought that he was only at the God Transformation Realm, and the rules of the Divine Continent could nurture Divine Kings and even existences beyond Divine Kings. If these heaven and earth rules couldn't condense a Divine Pill, then his Mortal Dao rules were unthinkable.

He was only at the Fifth Level of the God Transformation Realm, and his Mortal Dao rules were still very weak. But it was because he sent this rule into the pill furnace that a low-grade Level 5 Divine Pill was achieved.

That door seemed to reappear vaguely in front of him. When he was planting Azure Dew Rice in the Small Lingxiao Sect, he had vaguely captured a great Dao that was extremely important to him. Unfortunately, that great Dao was vague and elusive. He had tried to grasp it several times but failed, and in the end, he could only wait for the opportunity. And today, when he refined this low-grade Level 5 Spirit Flame Divine Pill, he saw that door again.

The rules were his own rules.

Mo Wuji just held this low-grade Spirit Flame Divine Pill in his hand, stunned.

One day, two days…

At this moment, Mo Wuji forgot that he was still refining pills and that this was just his shop. He just maintained this posture, letting time flow by, and he didn't move at all.

A faint Dao rhythm aura constantly flowed around him and then condensed.

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"Shuai Guo, Big Brother Mo, how long before he comes out of seclusion?" Chi Chuan couldn't help but ask after waiting for nearly half a year.

It wasn't that he couldn't hold on, but he felt that his sister couldn't hold on any longer. Even with purple Lonely Dao Sand turned into medicine for his sister to drink, her life was still gradually dissipating. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, his sister would completely leave this world.

Shuai Guo reached out a paw and patted Chi Chuan on the shoulder, "Little Chuan, you must not be anxious. Let me tell you, I used to cultivate in seclusion for many years and still got through it, right? Old man has only been in seclusion for half a year, and you're already anxious. What will you do in the future?"

"But my sister…"

Shuai Guo directly interrupted Chi Chuan, "Don't worry, you haven't seen Old Man's abilities. I have a little brother named Da Huang. He was much more serious than your sister, but Old Man saved him."

Hearing Shuai Guo's words, Chi Chuan finally felt a little relieved. But if he knew that Shuai Guo's Da Huang was just a puppet before, he might immediately fight Shuai Guo to the death.

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In an inconspicuous small courtyard on Crimson Firmament Peak of Lingxiao Divine Sect, a young man excitedly looked at a field of Azure Dew Rice in front of him, and he clenched his fists excitedly.

His Azure Dew Rice was about to be harvested. He had never planted Azure Dew Rice before and didn't know what kind of Azure Dew Rice grain he would eventually harvest from this plot of Azure Dew Rice. But the rice grains on the seven faint golden Azure Dew Rice ears, with a few faint golden stripes, were clearly top-grade Azure Dew Rice. In the past half a month, he had not left the small courtyard. He had almost witnessed the grains on those faint golden ears slowly growing more faint golden stripes.

If it really was top-grade Azure Dew Rice grain, then he urgently wanted to hand over his Azure Dew Rice grain to prove that Qu Chen Dan was not wrong.

He had had enough of this period, not enough of anything else, but enough of other people's gazes and ridicule.

After Grandmaster Guang Chang came to Lingxiao Divine Sect, he taught for seven consecutive days how to plant good Azure Dew Rice grain. He and Di Jie went to ask Mo Wuji for advice, but Mo Wuji only taught for half a day, oh no, it should be said only for half an hour.

Even Zhichi Kun, the deacon who brought Mo Wuji, sighed, "No matter how strong Mo Wuji is at planting Azure Dew Rice, what can he teach in half an hour?"

Outside his small courtyard, there were still two Lingxiao Divine Sect deacons waiting to check Qu Chen Dan's results. According to Lingxiao Divine Sect's rules, no one except the participating disciples can step into the Azure Dew Rice fields planted by the participating disciples.

So even if they came to check Qu Chen Dan's results, they could only wait outside.

"It's starting." Qu Chen Dan first landed beside those faint golden Azure Dew Rice stalks and reached out to pick all the ears. Then he flicked his hand, and grains of Azure Dew Rice with faint golden stripes fell into the jade winnowing basket he had prepared in advance.