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第一百零六章 灵药山

Lin Xuan channeled his spirit energy to his eyes, and the illusory realm before him vanished instantly. A small market appeared in his line of sight.

The market wasn't large, covering only a few thousand square meters, but there were over a thousand cultivators participating.

Lin Xuan released his divine sense and glanced around. As expected, it was filled with low-ranking cultivators from the Flexible Spirit Period.

Although everyone's cultivation power was not high, the treasure hunt was very lively. There were no fixed shops here; what was available depended on individual discovery. Once something caught one’s eye, they could purchase it using crystal stones or exchange goods.

Lin Xuan strolled through the market leisurely.

He couldn't help but marvel at the level of cultivation in Youzhou. In this place, which high-ranking cultivators called "the junk trade fair," Lin Xuan actually saw several spiritual artifacts, though all were lower-grade ones. If he had been in Yanzhou, such a situation would have been unimaginable.

Of course, with his current status, he naturally wasn't interested in such trash. A few low-ranking cultivators from the fifth and sixth layers of the Flexible Spirit Period were shouting excitedly as if they had found treasure, struggling over who should get the spiritual artifact.

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a smile. Two years ago, seeing a spiritual artifact would have been his reaction too. Times changed, and the blue Star Sea within him had altered his fate. In just two short years, he had transformed from a low-ranking cultivator of the first-stage technique to someone who had entered Foundation Establishment.

Looking back at these low-ranking cultivators now felt like a world apart.

However, finished spiritual artifacts were few and far between. Most of what was being sold were lower-grade materials and talismans. Lin Xuan was disappointed; he had hoped to find something useful but ended up doing it all for naught.

Just as he was about to give up and leave the market area, his gaze was suddenly drawn by a sign.

"Junk Pills." The four characters made Lin Xuan's heart race with joy. Of course, on the surface, he remained calm and walked over.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties, surrounded by several young cultivators.

"Boss, do you have any pills?"

"Yes, but they are waste pills."

"Waste pills?" The cultivators exchanged glances: "Do you actually sell waste pills?"

"Don't you think I'm crazy? Eating waste pills is harmful to the body."

"You're wrong," the stall owner appeared confident. "For us low-ranking cultivators of the Flexible Spirit Period, taking waste pills from Essence Cleansing Pills would indeed be harmful. But what about the waste pills from higher-grade Foundation Establishment Pills or Cultivation Root Pills?"

"Those are only used by senior cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage, right?"

"Yes, they're high-grade spiritual medicines. The materials needed to refine these are much more precious than those for Essence Cleansing Pills. Even if you fail and take them, it won't harm your body."

"Really?"

"Why would I lie?" The stall owner angrily produced a badge with three inscribed characters: "Spirit Medicine Mountain."

Lin Xuan's heart stirred. Although he had only been in Youzhou for a short time, he was familiar with the name of Spirit Medicine Mountain. While it ranked among the lower tiers when measured by strength within the various sects and families of Youzhou, even the powerful Bichun Mountains, One-Line Gorge, and Thunder Cloud Manor would not easily offend Spirit Medicine Mountain.

That was an exalted position for a sect.

Because its cultivators might have average cultivation power but were all skilled in alchemy.

The path to cultivation encompassed myriad techniques, and everyone knew how important alchemy was. However, few cultivators were willing to delve into it.

The reason? Alchemy could be seen as doing others' work for them. To become a high-ranking alchemist required extensive time spent on research, but human energy was limited—cultivators included. Spending too much time on alchemy meant less time for other techniques and cultivation improvements.

This went against the original goal of pursuing immortality.

So, apart from a few truly interested individuals, most cultivators did not practice it; they merely got an introductory understanding at best.

There were few alchemists, but the path of cultivation could not do without pills.

This made alchemists exalted. Even low-ranking cultivators who excelled in alchemy would receive respect from those much more powerful than them.

In Youzhou, whether among sects, families, or independent cultivators, no one dared to offend Spirit Medicine Mountain. Except for the lowest-grade Essence Cleansing Pills which could be refined by oneself, all other high-grade pills were materials collected by various factions, who paid crystal stones and entrusted Spirit Medicine Mountain with their refinement.

Their success rate was higher.

You couldn't judge a book by its cover; you couldn't measure the sea in a bucket. This middle-aged man, with his rat-like appearance, turned out to be from Spirit Medicine Mountain. Although the pattern on his badge indicated he was only a low-ranking apprentice, no one dared to underestimate him.

"Forgive my rudeness," said a low-ranking cultivator, bowing: "You just mentioned that waste pills from Foundation Establishment stage can still benefit cultivation. Could you explain more?"

"Yes, tell us."

Seeing the admiring gazes of the crowd, the middle-aged man's face lit up with satisfaction: "Foundation Establishment stage waste pills, if taken by senior cultivators in that stage, would indeed have no effect on cultivation improvement. But at least they won't harm your body."

"So it's neither good nor bad; just a waste?"

"Yes," nodded the stall owner. "But these waste pills, when given to our low-ranking disciples of the Flexible Spirit Period, because the medicinal herbs used are much more precious than those for Essence Cleansing Pills, there will be some benefit in terms of cultivation improvement."

"How much benefit?"

"This is hard to say." The middle-aged man's face showed a hint of embarrassment. "It depends on how many impurities they contain; it’s difficult to measure. In general, the effect of one Foundation Establishment stage waste pill is equivalent to one-fifth to one-third of a lower-grade Essence Cleansing Pill."

"Only that much!" Everyone was disappointed but still prepared to pay crystal stones to buy them. It made sense—after all, for these low-ranking cultivators, even sect disciples only received a small amount of Essence Cleansing Pills each month, which wasn't enough for cultivation.

For independent cultivators or smaller families, the situation was worse; they had no spiritual medicines at all and could only rely on hard practice. Such pills that could improve cultivation were rare in large markets. Although these waste pills weren’t as effective, it was better than nothing. He might as well buy them first.

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