Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

"Sounds good." Jiang Han put the jade token aside. "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Nangong, for your kindness. I'll accept it."

There was a hint of smile in Nangong Yun's eyes. Now that he had received the jade token, the two sides should not be enemies in the short term.

She poured the tea and handed it to Jiang Han, saying, "This is the Bifang Snow grown in the heart of the stone on Wufang Island in the South China Sea. It is brewed with the spring water from the 32nd Snow Pond in the far north of Wushan Mountain, the sweetest spring. Fellow Daoist, please try it."

Jiang Han thanked it and took it. He took a sip and felt a warm, long and heavy breath flowing into his throat, and then turned into a warm current that quickly flowed through his body.

In an instant, his mind became clear, and even the threads of laws around him became much clearer.

Jiang Han's eyes lit up, and he looked at the pale white and translucent tea in his hand in surprise, exclaiming, "Good tea."

Although it doesn't taste very good, this spiritual object that can help cultivators comprehend the laws of heaven and earth is worthy of being called good.

No wonder Liu Hanyue and the others drank tea and wine all day long before. It turned out that they did it to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth.

Nangong Yun's eyes lit up slightly, "Daoyou is also someone who understands tea."

Although this spiritual tea is delicious, for most people it tastes almost the same as ordinary water and they cannot appreciate its flavor at all. Giving it to them is a pure waste of resources.

Only a very small number of people who understand tea can truly appreciate its mystery.

She originally thought that the disciples of the Sword Sect were devoted to swords and had no distractions, and would only chew tea leaves dryly, just like Su Ping and the others, who looked like the kind that would be a complete waste if they drank them.

I only found out today that there is actually someone in the Sword Sect who understands tea.

Nangong Yun poured a glass for Zi Mengdiao as well, letting her sit on his shoulder and sip it with her eyes closed, then changed the subject:

"If my guess is correct, Brother Jiang Daoist came to Xiangong City this time to find some rare treasures in the world."

With the financial resources of the Zixiao Sword Sect, they can have almost any ordinary treasure they want. Why should they let this Holy Son go looking for it himself?

"That's right." Jiang Han nodded, and the real business began.

"Fellow Daoist, you should know that my Spiritual Talisman Palace practices the way of business and has a deep understanding of spiritual materials and treasures. Why don't you tell me about it? Perhaps I can give you some clues."

"of course can."

As soon as Jiang Han thought about it, a blank jade slip flew out by itself, and soon dozens of treasures were engraved on it.

He waved his hand, and the jade slip floated towards the other side: "Daoyou, please take a look."

After Nangong Yun took it, he scanned it with his spiritual sense and his eyes suddenly lit up.

It was such a detailed introduction that it even clearly described the name, nickname, habits, effects, and even the different appearances of each spiritual material at each stage.

If it is correct, this jade slip can even be included in the sect's classics to supplement the missing information of these spiritual materials!

Being able to do this only means that the other person has a deep knowledge of the world's rare treasures or pharmacology.

By the way, I heard before that he can make pills!

She glanced at the young man out of the corner of her eye, feeling a surge of surprise in her heart.

This Saint Son of the Sword Sect has only been practicing Taoism for a little over ten years. Not only has he made rapid progress in his cultivation and possessed extraordinary swordsmanship, but his thunder technique is also unique in the world, making him worthy of the reputation of a peerless genius.

Unexpectedly, the other party had such in-depth research on pharmacology.

It's really incredible.

Nangong Yun calmly put down the jade slip and said with a smile:

"What a coincidence! I actually have the information you need."

Jiang Han's eyes narrowed. The treasures he gave were all extremely difficult to find in this world. Even the Sword Sect's treasury did not have them, yet the other party actually had them in stock.

Lingfu Palace is indeed a major trading company, it really has everything.

"I wonder which treasure Fellow Daoist Nangong is talking about?"

Nangong Yun lightly tapped his fingertips, and a shadow of green bamboo slowly emerged in the air, and he whispered:

"It is the Qingluan Sword Bamboo, known as the world's greatest wood-attributed sword treasure."

"The Qingluan Sword Bamboo is shaped like a sword. Because of its neutral properties, it can be perfectly integrated with various sword intentions. It is naturally an excellent treasure for refining wood-attributed flying swords. Moreover, this bamboo is friendly to thunder, making it extremely suitable for thunder-attributed sword cultivators."

"But the Blue Luan Sword Bamboo has extremely demanding requirements for its growth environment. Not only does it only grow in the desolate Thunder Region, but it also requires a peerless sword to fall there, and then undergo thousands of years of thunder tempering before a tiny piece has a chance of emerging."

Nangong Yun pushed the jade slip back and said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, am I right?"

"Indeed." Jiang Han took the jade slip. "Could it be that your sect possesses this Qingluan Sword Bamboo?"

"It's not in my sect." Nangong Yun raised his hand and pointed, and golden threads appeared out of thin air, intertwining and entwining in the air, condensing into a huge map.

She pointed her finger towards the north, where golden light immediately shone, outlining a massive mountain range. She said:

"The Qingluan Sword Bamboo is located 200,000 miles north of Xiangong City, in the Qingmang Mountain."

"The Qingmang Mountain, with a radius of 100,000 miles, is home to a variety of purple cloud bamboo. This Qingluan Sword Bamboo grows in the Thunder Region, a remote area at the top of the Purple Cloud Peak in the center of Qingmang Mountain."

"My master first saw this bamboo when he traveled around the world a thousand years ago. It was already three inches long, but he didn't pick it because it was too small. Now, a thousand years later, it should be about ten feet long. I wonder if it's still there."

"If you are interested, you can try your luck at Qingmang Mountain."

Nangong Yun waved his right hand, and the entire map suddenly shone brightly. It shrank continuously while shaking, and was finally printed on a jade slip.

She held it out and said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist, please keep it. This Qingmang Mountain is full of dangers. Not only are there divine beasts lurking, but the local families are also difficult to get along with. The only way to stay safe is to carefully follow this map copied by my master."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Nangong." Jiang Han took it with a bow. "This is indeed something I urgently need, so I will accept it with audacity."

"If Fellow Daoist Nangong needs any help from me in the future, please feel free to contact me."

Nangong Yun's smile deepened. Although the Sword Sect's Holy Son had a bad temper, he was still easy to get along with.

She picked up the pot and poured more tea for Jiang Han, saying, "You are welcome, Daoist friend. This is just a piece of news to me. I will just treat it as a good relationship with Daoist friend Jiang."

At this moment, Madam Lan came hurriedly and saluted the two of them:

"Your Highness, Fellow Daoist Jiang."

Nangong Yun didn't look at her, but fiddled with the tea set and asked casually, "Is there something wrong, Senior Sister Lan?"

"Your Highness, the cause of today's incident has been found out." Madam Lan said a little nervously.

His Highness is not as easy-going as usual today, and it is obvious that he is angry.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Yes."

Madam Lan glanced at Jiang Han, then bent down to explain, "Today's incident stems from a personal grudge between Manager He and the Thunder Sword Chamber of Commerce a month ago. He mistakenly mistook Fellow Daoist Jiang for someone from the Thunder Sword Chamber of Commerce, and therefore spoke disrespectfully to Fellow Daoist, thus angering him."

She flipped her hand and took out a jade box, opened it and held it up, revealing a piece of bent wood that shone with white light.

"Today's incident is due to the Dragon Sparrow Pavilion's poor hospitality, which has disturbed Fellow Daoist Jiang's mood. I have specially taken out this piece of 5,000-year-old top-grade Xuan Gang wood as a gift to Fellow Daoist Jiang. I only hope that Fellow Daoist Jiang will calm down."

Five thousand year old Xuan Gang wood!

Jiang Han glanced over, and his eyes brightened slightly.

The material is good and can be used as the main material.