86: Chapter 86 is exactly the same.

Seeing him keep staring at her arm and thinking he had some improper thoughts, Nannan's face instantly blushed even more.

"Are you still looking!"

In her anger, she once again cast the Ningyuan Finger, heading straight for the man's chest.

This time, the man did not dodge.

The finger force struck his chest, tearing a small hole in his short animal-skin tunic, and the man was also jolted back a step.

He looked down at the spot where he had been hit, but he was not angry.

When he raised his head again, the look in his eyes towards Nannan actually carried a hint of affection and care, and his eye sockets slowly turned red.

Nannan had originally intended to continue her attack, but upon seeing the man's gaze, her raised hand stopped mid-air.

Because the man's gaze reminded her of Mo Shoutian.

In the past, when Mo Shoutian looked at her, his eyes had also held such affection and care.

Seeing that Nannan no longer attacked, tears instantly streamed down the man's face.

He kept saying something in his mouth; Nannan could not understand a single word, yet she could hear that there was not the slightest bit of malice in his voice, but rather it sounded like he was explaining something.

Nannan looked at the man, momentarily at a loss.

They were fighting perfectly well just a moment ago, why did he suddenly start crying?

Just as she was full of doubts, the man seemed to recall something, abruptly grabbed his left sleeve, and tore it down with force.

The animal-skin sleeve fell to the ground, revealing the man's stout left arm.

On the inner side of his upper arm, there was likewise a light cyan mystic bird birthmark.

Whether it was the mystic bird's folded wings or the appearance of its beak biting its tail feathers, it was completely identical to the one on Nannan's arm.

Seeing the mystic bird birthmark on the man's arm, no matter how slow-witted Nannan was, she roughly understood.

This man was very likely related to her background.

Just as she wanted to step forward and ask clearly, the man pointed at himself, then pointed toward the mountain road outside the Xianrengu Market, and hurriedly spoke a few words, as if telling Nannan to wait here.

Afterward, he turned around and ran out of the market.

"Don't leave yet!"

When Nannan chased after him out of the crowd, the man had already rushed out of Xianrengu Market.

By the time she reached outside the market, the man's figure was long gone on the mountain road ahead.

Nannan searched around outside the market but still couldn't find that man, and could only turn back with a head full of questions.

Many people were still surrounding the place where the two had fought earlier, each whispering about what had just happened.

Chen Wanshan waved his hand at the crowd.

"Stop looking, disperse."

"Those who set up stalls, set up your stalls; those who do business, do your business."

The people in the market all knew Chen Wanshan and also knew his identity.

Daring not to surround them any longer, the crowd could only disperse while whispering among themselves.

Seeing Nannan standing there in a daze, Chen Wanshan looked at her torn sleeve, then took off his outer robe and handed it over.

"Put this on first."

Only then did Nannan snap back to her senses, taking the outer robe and draping it over her body.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen."

An hour later, Jiuzhou City had already appeared ahead of Mo Xiaochuan.

He stepped on the duanshui sword, flew over the city wall, and descended toward the Zhou Family Pharmacy in the city.

Many Mortals on the street stopped in their tracks, looking up at Mo Xiaochuan in mid-air, their eyes full of envy.

A moment later, Mo Xiaochuan landed in front of the Zhou Family Pharmacy.

Two storehands who were moving herbs were startled and hurriedly put down the herb baskets in their hands.

One of the storehands recognized Mo Xiaochuan and was just about to bow in salute when Mo Xiaochuan asked first:

"Is Uncle Zhou around?"

"He is, he is inside."

That storehand hurriedly acknowledged, turned around, and ran quickly into the pharmacy.

The other storehand, however, stood in place, looking at Mo Xiaochuan with a face full of astonishment.

He had previously seen Mo Xiaochuan follow the Mo Family's caravan to deliver herbs.

At that time, Mo Xiaochuan was merely the young master of the Mo Family, looking no different from an ordinary person.

Yet now he had descended from the sky stepping on a Flying Sword, becoming a Cultivator capable of sword flight.

Not long after, Zhou Chengan came jogging out from the pharmacy.

Just now the storehand ran in and said that the young master of the Mo Family had landed outside the door on a Flying Sword. Thinking the hand had mistaken the person, Zhou Chengan had jogged all the way out to check.

When he saw clearly that the person standing before the door truly was Mo Xiaochuan, and looked at the duanshui sword beside him, he was instantly stunned.

"Xiaochuan?"

"You... you've become an Immortal?"

Just like before, Mo Xiaochuan bowed and cupped his hands toward Zhou Chengan.

"Uncle Zhou."

"No matter whether I am a Cultivator or not, I am still the past Mo Xiaochuan."

Seeing him salute him, Zhou Chengan hurriedly stepped forward to support his arm.

"Xiaochuan, no, Immortal, this must not be."

Mo Xiaochuan said with a smile:

"Uncle Zhou, you are being too formal."

Mo Xiaochuan straightened up and said:

"Uncle Zhou, I have some matters I wish to discuss with you."

Although Zhou Chengan said it must not be, seeing that Mo Xiaochuan was still as polite as before, he was very happy in his heart.

"Alright, let's talk inside."

He hurriedly turned sideways, leading Mo Xiaochuan through the pharmacy and walking toward the backyard.

During this period, the Mo Family had encountered consecutive incidents, and they also needed to look after Qingshi Town, Xianren Valley, Spiritual Veins, and other places, leaving fewer and fewer people who could be dispatched to deliver herbs.

The caravan that originally came once a month had now changed to once every two months.

Therefore, Zhou Chengan knew nothing at all about the recent events that had happened in the Mo Family.

Arriving at the main hall of the backyard, as soon as the two sat down, Zhou Chengan couldn't help asking:

"Xiaochuan, when did you become an Immortal?"

Mo Xiaochuan did not hide it.

"Actually, I started to Cultivate many years ago. It's just that back then the Mo Family was too weak, and I was afraid the news spreading would invite trouble, so I never spoke of it to the outside world."

Next, he briefly recounted how the Xuanyang Sect was destroyed, the Baihe Sect came to Mo Family Village, and Mo Shoutian was killed.

As for the broken jade and Qingli, he did not mention a single word.

When speaking of Mo Shoutian's death, the smile on Zhou Chengan's face gradually faded.

Mo Xiaochuan further told him that the Baihe Sect had already been destroyed, the Mo Family had now submitted to the Qingmu Sect, and they had also taken over Qingshi Town, Xianren Valley, and the nearby Spiritual Veins and herb gardens.

After listening, Zhou Chengan's eye sockets slowly turned red.

If not for Mo Shoutian back then, he would have long since died in the mouth of a Mountain Leopard. This debt of saving his life, he had remembered it all the way until now.

Zhou Chengan let out a long sigh.

"Such a good man your father was, how could he just be gone like that."

He reached out and patted Mo Xiaochuan's arm.

"Xiaochuan, Uncle Zhou doesn't know how to comfort you either. In the future, if the Mo Family has any place where you can make use of me, just speak up."

"Other matters I cannot help with, but regarding herbs, I can still run errands for you."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou."

Mo Xiaochuan nodded, and after a moment said:

"Uncle Zhou, this time I came to Jiuzhou City, I also want to buy a few offensive Spells."

"You have been in the city for so many years, do you know where they can be bought?"

Zhou Chengan said:

"In the east of the city, there is a Wanfa Tower, which is a business of the Xie family in Jiuzhou City, specializing in selling Cultivation Techniques and Spells."

"Ordinary Cultivation Techniques and Spells can be bought on normal days. Every month, they also hold an auction, and sometimes they can bring out some good things not seen outside."

"If you want to buy offensive Spells, going there is most suitable."

Mo Xiaochuan stood up and cupped his hands toward Zhou Chengan.

"Many thanks, Uncle Zhou."

"Why are you being so polite with me."

Zhou Chengan escorted him to the entrance of the pharmacy and explained the route to Wanfa Tower once again.

Mo Xiaochuan bid farewell and left, walking east along the streets in the city.

Walking for about half an hour, a three-story wooden building appeared ahead. Above the main door hung a black plaque with three golden characters reading "Wanfa Tower".

The people entering and exiting here were almost all Cultivators, and outside the door stood two guards wearing the Xie family's attire.

Just as Mo Xiaochuan walked to the door, a wave of bell chimes suddenly came from inside the building.

Immediately following, a storehand walked out quickly and shouted loudly:

"This month's auction is about to begin, Fellow Daoists who have not yet entered, hurry up."