But you have to wait until the true energy is deeper to avoid being in danger and not having enough strength to use true fire.

Moving should also be put on the agenda.

Even if you get the materials and practice trickery, you still need a secluded place to avoid being discovered.

But practicing in isolation is unrealistic.

He has no support from the sect, and at this stage, only the capital, a prosperous place, can gather products from all over the world.

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao took out the map of Jade Capital City from his arms.

After careful inspection, his attention was attracted by Fengyifang in the west of the city.

Fengyifang is famous for its funeral industry.

Most of the residents in the village make this their business, mostly selling coffins, paper figurines, and incense candle shops.

Although burying ancestors has been a great gift since ancient times, it is somewhat unlucky after all.

Especially every night, the paper money left behind by the coffins and funerals in Fengyifang fly around, the shops along the street are decorated with paper figures and horses, and the big white lanterns sway in the wind, which is very scary.

Therefore, there are relatively few residents in Fengyifang, and many of them work here during the day and leave at night.

In order to make paper wreaths, bamboos were planted in the square, and several large bamboo forests were formed in remote places.

Zhang Biao was attracted to this place because there was a small collapsed Taoist temple in the wasteland of the bamboo forest.

It looks dilapidated, but in fact it is an entrance to the underground passage of Yujing City.

This entrance is very wonderful. Below it is a warehouse left behind by Emperor Wu, and it is just far away from the dangerous place in the center of the Bagua Soul Trap Array.

Just make some arrangements and modify the passage, and it will be a wonderful place for practice.

I don’t know whose property there is,

Can you buy it with the money you have on hand?

That’s all, let’s go take a look tomorrow…

Thinking of this, Zhang Biao meditated cross-legged again before falling asleep peacefully.

…………

It’s late at night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

There was silence in Anzhenfang, except for the occasional barking of old man Chen who was doing his watch.

The Zhou family's father and son had a hard day's work and snored constantly.

Duh duh!

In the woodshed,
Chapter completed!