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第一千五百三十八章 灵界的储物袋

After a cup of tea, Lin Xuan left the pavilion.

This time, he had made a significant收获. Lin Xuan's judgment was correct; for the nearby sea region, this Hundred Volumes Pavilion truly stood out as one of the top-notch large shops. The rare ancient texts he picked up numbered in the hundreds.

The woman originally thought that Lin Xuan would carefully select from them, and if just one-fifth could be sold, it would already be a rare big business.

But to her surprise, Lin Xuan simply took everything without hesitation. This caused her to feel both surprised and elated...

Such a generous gesture was not common even for late-stage Great Sages; after all, these rare ancient texts were collected with considerable effort by the shop owners, so their prices weren't exorbitant but still quite high for ordinary Core Formation cultivators.

The other party likely belonged to some major force, merely acting as an agent for the sect's purchases.

With this in mind, she naturally didn’t delve too deeply into such matters. Asking about a customer’s background was considered bad business etiquette; besides, dealing with an Old Monarch of Core Formation was not something a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator could afford to offend.

Respectfully seeing Lin Xuan off, the transaction ended on a happy note for both parties...

Lin Xuan was also quite satisfied. Although these rare ancient texts were expensive, they were insignificant to him.

Next, he entered another shop specializing in armor and clothing.

Technically called an armor store, it actually sold clothes. Before coming to Red Leaf Island, Lin Xuan had heard from the old man about this.

The clothes worn by Spirit Realm cultivators differed greatly from those on the mortal world.

Mortal world cultivators could ride clouds and drive objects, but their attire was at most extremely luxurious—no different from ordinary mortals in appearance.

However, in the Spirit Realm, cultivators wore magical robes.

Magical robes, magical robes—these were garments with some defensive properties, though they fell far short of battle armor. However, they were light and thin, indistinguishable from ordinary silk and satin on the surface.

Firstly, many magical robes had special effects, albeit at a higher price.

But regular magical robes were standard equipment for Spirit Realm cultivators; even rookies who weren’t destitute could usually afford one.

Regardless of their practical value, following local customs was important. Since he had ascended to the Spirit Realm, Lin Xuan naturally wanted to buy some as well.

Although he was a wandering cultivator, Lin Xuan’s wealth allowed him to choose the largest shop in the district.

Entering it, Lin Xuan felt his eyes widen at the spacious interior. The hall was oval-shaped and could comfortably accommodate over a hundred people without feeling cramped.

The furniture, made of red wood, exuded luxury and grandeur.

The young clerks dressed in green robes were nimble and cheerful, serving the passing cultivators.

At the counter, various items were displayed: undergarments, outerwear, even some armor-like magical artifacts. Complete sets of battle armor could be found as well, though Lin Xuan paid them no mind; their quality was too low for his needs.

"Hey?"

Scanning the hall, Lin Xuan’s expression froze on a particular shelf.

He moved closer and saw an array of storage belts.

They varied in width and style.

"Senior has good eyesight. These are all new arrivals from headquarters, meticulously crafted by masters. They’re currently on sale at 80% off. If you need them, I can sell them to you," a middle-aged man around forty approached, dressed as a shopkeeper. Though his appearance was unremarkable, he occasionally flashed sharp intelligence in his eyes; his cultivation stage was Core Formation中期.

Lin Xuan wasn’t easily fooled and picked up one of the belts without making a sound.

It was three feet long with an elegant design.

What caught Lin Xuan’s attention was that it had properties similar to storage pouches but with much more space—more than triple the capacity of his best storage pouch.

This wasn’t surprising; spatial techniques were among the most mysterious in the laws of nature. Storage bags from the mortal world were said to be passed down from ancient times, brought from Upper Realms.

Spatial law required advancement to Separation Realm before any significant progress could be made. With such conditions on the mortal world, even prodigies needed many coincidences to reach Separation Realm, let alone focus on something else.

Thus, storage bags hadn’t seen much development over the years.

In contrast, in the Spirit Realm, both appearance and effects had been upgraded countless times.

Not only did they hold more items but were also fashionable. Hanging several storage pouches around his waist might be convenient for Lin Xuan, but it looked rather silly.

Carefully examining the belt, he turned to face the shopkeeper with a grim expression: "Heh, friend, you must think I’m from a remote and impoverished area. Such garbage—telling me this is new? If I destroy your store, do you believe me?"

Though not well-versed in Spirit Realm items, Lin Xuan was astute enough to read people’s expressions.

The shopkeeper’s eyes clearly showed disdain after observing his attire; though fleeting, Lin Xuan noticed it. Even without seeing the expression, such items on display couldn’t be of high quality.

Trying to deceive him was too presumptuous.

A killing intent flashed in Lin Xuan’s aura.

"Senior calm down, senior calm down, I was just mistaken," the shopkeeper, a Core Formation cultivator, turned pale at the pressure emanating from Lin Xuan. Realizing he had made a fool of himself, even if the other party came from a remote area, as an Old Monarch of Core Formation, he couldn’t afford to offend him.

Moreover, though the store was part of a powerful force, it still had its own rules and principles; neglecting customers could lead to serious consequences.

Feeling deeply regretful, beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

Lin Xuan nodded but didn’t press further. It wasn’t because he was magnanimous; dealing with a minor Core Formation cultivator wouldn’t yield much benefit.

Following the shopkeeper’s guidance, Lin Xuan went to an elegant private room on the second floor.

The environment was simple and refined, with a young girl serving fragrant tea.

"Senior, please sit. I’ll have someone bring out our best stock," the shopkeeper smiled warmly.

Lin Xuan nodded but remained noncommittal.

The shopkeeper acted quickly; within a cup of tea’s time, a beautiful maid arrived with a silver tray in her hands, setting it on the elegant private room table.

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