Han Yu searched the market next, wandering the merchant stalls disguised as a simple traveler.
Some techniques looked fancy, but were low grade products with flashy covers. A few mid grade manuals appeared promising, but after reading the contents he realized they were merely polished versions of basic techniques.
Good cultivation arts were never openly sold. They passed through inheritance. They were guarded by sects. They were buried in ancient tombs. They were traded between great clans for unimaginable prices.
Han Yu leaned against a wooden pillar and muttered, "Useless garbage. All of it."
His irritation grew. He slapped a low grade Water elemental manual shut and threw it aside. He needed something far better. Something rare. Something dangerous.
His mind returned to the technique buried deep within his spatial pouch.The one he had nearly forgotten about.
The Flame Lily Peak Art.
