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第一百一十章 通羽真人

Flame Mountain was located north of Youzhou, stretching for thousands of miles. It was the largest mountain range in northern Zhao Country, sparsely populated with a scorching climate that even fierce beasts and birds found difficult to endure.

The environment was harsh, yet it had gained significant fame within the cultivation world due to its abundant underground fire resources, perfect for alchemy.

Three days later, Lin Xuan arrived at Flame Mountain. As soon as his遁光 landed, he felt a wave of heat hit him. He frowned; the temperature here exceeded fifty degrees Celsius. If not for his cultivation, his body having been tempered through countless trials, an ordinary person would surely be unable to withstand it.

With a slight thought, a faint blue light enveloped his body, instantly making him feel cool. This was a water attribute shield, perfect for withstanding high temperatures.

Lin Xuan identified the direction and then began entering the mountain using the Wind Control Technique.

Unlike other sects that would set up numerous restrictions around their main halls to deter outsiders, Lingyun Sect had only a few illusions arrays to prevent ordinary people from approaching. Flame Mountain was its core location but was accessible by a few such barriers.

Lin Xuan easily arrived at what was rumored to be the "Mountain within the Mountain." This name came from the terrain; it was originally an enormous ring-shaped volcano, with a vast crater inside where a small mountain resembling a cauldron stood in the belly of the mountain.

The environment was so unique that it could only be described as ingenious. It was perfect for alchemy. Legend had it that a thousand years ago, various cultivation sects from Youzhou had fought fiercely over this precious land but eventually abandoned their efforts due to one individual.

A wandering cultivator had shown such remarkable skills that the leaders of each sect were left speechless. Even if they managed to secure this place, did they have sufficient alchemical techniques?

That cultivator demonstrated his prowess by opening a furnace and successfully refining base foundation pills in front of all the leaders. Base foundation pills were essential for middle-stage cultivators, with only one-fifth success rate.

However, he increased the success rate to an astonishing fifty percent, meaning that out of two batches, one would succeed. The sects accepted his offer, ceding this Mountain within the Mountain to him on the condition that he assist them in alchemy.

This individual was the founder of Lingyun Sect, whose alchemical skills were unparalleled. Lin Xuan hoped to join such a sect; not only would it ensure access to high-quality medicinal materials but also secure the title of an official alchemist, providing a golden ticket for survival.

As noon approached, a beam of light appeared before them.

A young man in his twenties emerged from the light and looked at the waiting cultivators. "Please follow me, sages."

Lin Xuan was surprised; this youth was merely a commoner, not an outer sect disciple of Lingyun Sect?

The cultivators had been waiting for so long that they showed no signs of impatience as they followed the young man into the Mountain within the Mountain.

This place used to be Youzhou's largest active volcano. Over generations, the founding patriarchs transformed it using divine techniques, creating numerous large rooms in the mountain's belly where underground fire was channeled, forming natural alchemy chambers. The most precious part was a small mountain resembling a cauldron at the crater’s center, perfectly aligned with the underground fire and reportedly a naturally formed cauldron for refining medicinal pills.

Only the founder of Lingyun Sect had managed to use this small mountain as an alchemy furnace. Although the young man was just a commoner, he was smart and quickly asked about the medicinal pills these cultivators wished to refine, leading them to suitable alchemy chambers. The rest would be their negotiation with the alchemists over the required crystal stones.

"Please tell me what medicinal pill you need refined."

The young man looked at Lin Xuan with a respectful expression and a hint of envy. He knew that this sage was a base foundation stage cultivator before coming here, but as an outer sect disciple, he dared not be so bold.

However, Lin Xuan was more approachable than expected. "Thank you for your trouble, but I'm not here to refine medicinal pills."

"Why not?" the young man was taken aback; why would one come to Lingyun Sect if not to refine medicinal pills?

"I wish to join your sect," Lin Xuan replied.

The young man's reaction mirrored that of Wu Tian, but he obediently said nothing more. "If so, please follow me."

"Another failure!"

In a spacious alchemy chamber, a heart-wrenching sigh echoed. At the center of the room, a purple-red fireball hovered. Below it was an iron-cast beast’s head, with flames continuously erupting to replenish the fireball.

An old Taoist, his hair and beard all white, held a cauldron in his arms; its lid had been opened. However, instead of the usual aroma of medicinal pills, there was a burnt smell emanating from it.

"This high-grade pill is indeed difficult to refine. Even the simplest wash-spirit pill has failed me after wasting twenty batches of materials,"

The old Taoist’s white brows furrowed; despite his unkempt appearance, he was no ordinary figure. Grandmaster Tongyu was the sect leader and one of Youzhou's best alchemists with a base foundation stage cultivation level.

Different grades of medicinal pills had vastly different effects. With Tongyu's alchemy skills, refining middle-grade pills already wasn't easy, but now he was struggling to refine high-grade ones. Could it be true that only luck could determine the success rate for high-grade pills?

Just as Tongyu pondered this, a transmission scroll flew before him. He pointed his finger at it, and a respectful voice entered his ears: "Report to the sect leader, there is a base foundation stage cultivator who wishes to join our sect."

"Oh?" Tongyu stood up; few high-stage cultivators were interested in alchemy, let alone middle-stage ones. Despite Lingyun Sect's fame, they faced a dire situation with no new disciples joining for decades.

The inner sect’s alchemists mostly had灵动期 cultivation levels, but their lifespans weren't much longer than ordinary people. After just a century or so, their souls would return to the underworld.

Many alchemists within the sect had passed away recently, and there were none to replace them. If this continued, the sect might struggle to continue its lineage...

As the sect leader, Tongyu had been worrying about this for some time but couldn't find a solution. If Lingyun Sect truly declined, how could he face his predecessors in the afterlife?

Hearing that a base foundation stage cultivator wanted to join, Tongyu was overjoyed and decided to personally receive him. However, while he wished to bring new disciples into the sect, he wouldn’t violate their strict rule of only accepting officially talented alchemists.

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