One person: I, Daoist Master, am a cultivator of immortality!

Although the Hundred Beasts Felt was missing, Sun Yao didn't rush to check it. Instead, he went to Yue Qiluo's side.

"Qiluo, how are you? Are you alright?"

"Don't worry about me. This guy was indeed quite strong when he was fighting desperately just now, but I'm not a problem when it comes to just defense. But you knocked him out with one punch. Didn't you say you were going to use him to repay Ma Xian's favor?"

“Anyone who dares to lay a hand on my people will die. I can always get favors from shamans, and besides, I might be able to sneak into that Heavenly Pool. As for the ginseng that's hundreds of years old, given my relationship with Guan Shihua, she wouldn't refuse to sell it to me.”

"Actually, you don't need to do this. He couldn't have hurt me anyway. Now you're trying to build relationships with the shamans. Isn't that a waste of time?"

"Because you deserve it. Okay, let's not think about that anymore. Let's see what's in his leather goods shop first. Although we burned it down, we still managed to keep his animal felt. What if he has some other interesting things in his shop?"

"Yes, we definitely need to search thoroughly." Yue Qiluo nodded in agreement with Sun Yao's suggestion. After all, she had been a heretical cultivator over a hundred years ago, and she had done her fair share of murder and looting, even being quite skilled at it. At least half, if not more than half, of her entire fortune came from this. Otherwise, how could she have amassed such a large fortune when she was expelled from her sect and left penniless?

Putting everything else aside, how much would it cost to renovate her cave dwelling? It would cost at least a thousand taels of silver to renovate one of her cave dwellings. How could she possibly afford it all on her own?

Sun Yao and Yue Qiluo searched the leather goods shop thoroughly, but found nothing useful. However, they did find a small white weasel that they hadn't yet had a chance to harm. Perhaps some people wouldn't understand why it's called a "little white weasel," so calling it a "little white yellow weasel" might be clearer.

Although the little white weasel had already developed intelligence, its cultivation level was low, and it couldn't yet speak human language. Neither Sun Yao nor Yue Qiluo would easily understand its meaning. Therefore, Sun Yao had no choice but to keep it by his side for now, hoping Guan Shihua might have a better way to comprehend its thoughts.

After all, Guan Shihua was the successor of the current generation of sorcerers in the Chuma family, and she should be the most qualified to speak on matters concerning these demons and immortals. The little white weasel seemed to understand that Sun Yao wouldn't harm it, so it climbed up Sun Yao's arm and onto his shoulder, where it lay still.

He would occasionally stroke Sun Yao's white fox fur coat, seemingly saddened by the sight of the white foxes. In truth, if the white fox's soul hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, Sun Yao could have used it to understand what the little weasel wanted to tell them.

Unfortunately, the white fox itself wasn't very strong; otherwise, it wouldn't have been unable to enter this guy's Hundred Beasts Fur. Furthermore, before this, it had been constantly releasing its soul power, hoping to attract someone who could deal with the leather merchant. Even though it was afraid of being discovered and was only releasing a very weak amount of soul power, over time, the accumulated amount had become unimaginable. Fortunately, it waited for Sun Yao at the last moment, preventing its soul power from reaching a point of no return. With Sun Yao's help, its soul fell into a deep sleep. To awaken, it would either have to wait hundreds of years, or Sun Yao would refine the white fox fur into a magical robe, in which case it could directly recover as a spirit.

Sun Yao would certainly not choose the first option. Putting aside whether the white fox fur would be preserved intact after hundreds of years, the first option would be of no benefit to Sun Yao at all. Sun Yao would not do something that was not in his best interest.

As for the second path, he has only ever forged weapons so far. He's not confident enough in crafting something as difficult as a magic robe. He needs to practice on some other things first. After all, he only has one white fox fur coat, and he can't afford to waste it.

"It seems there's nothing else in this shop, but that saves us the gold we'd have to buy these three outfits. To be honest, when he said that these three outfits cost so much gold, I almost wanted to rip him off as a swindler," Yue Qiluo said, waving her hand.

"Forget it, we never expected to find much here anyway. Besides, I just thought about it carefully, and this person is likely wearing a human skin mask, so what we saw just now probably wasn't his real appearance. This is the only unusual thing I've noticed in this city. Let's prepare to go up the mountain now."

Next, they diligently prepared what they needed and headed up the mountain. Thanks to Sun Yao's magic pouch, they didn't have to worry about luggage along the way. Traveling light, they arrived at the mountainside before dark, at the famous Wuxian Village, the site of the shamanic shrine.

Waiting for them at the village entrance was not only Guan Shihua, but also his master, Liao Huzi. This was no ordinary man; despite his disheveled appearance, he was actually a powerful expert. This old village chief, who never let go of his pipe, moved with incredible speed, able to grab Tang Bingwen, the leader of the Tang Clan, by the collar in an instant. In the rusty iron fragments, when the Tang Clan and the Ninja Clan were engaged in ten-on-ten battles, it was this old village chief who provided them with intelligence.

"You've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for ages. You sent word yesterday that you'd be here today, why did you waste so much time to come this late?" Guan Shihua complained somewhat discontentedly, as this meant she had much less time to play.

"Flower, please don't nitpick. I really did get into a fight with some shady characters down the mountain. The fight wasted some time, but I did get something out of it. Take a look at this little thing, isn't it from your Chuma family? I rescued it from a leather merchant. These leather merchants seem a bit sinister. I don't know if you know anything about this thing he had, but it's a menace to your Chuma family, so I'm handing it over to you as well."

As Sun Yao spoke, he lifted the little white weasel off his shoulder and casually took out the leather merchant's beast felt from his pouch. It wasn't that he didn't want to keep it, but if he handed the little white weasel back to the Chuma family, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it. After all, the little white weasel might know something, and if the Chuma family found out Sun Yao possessed the beast felt, it would be another problem.