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第十八章 丹霞山

Next, Lin Xuan began to fully enhance his cultivation, using medicinal pills as an aid. With the same diligence and hard work he had shown before, he indeed reaped significant gains.

The ancient texts were correct; even ordinary people without spirit roots could clear away obstacles in their cultivation if they had sufficient medicinal materials to support them.

After confirming this point, Lin Xuan consumed large quantities of Essence Cleansing Pills. If not for the daily limit of nine pills as stated in the text, he would have gladly eaten more medicinal herbs like food.

Regarding the method of consuming these medicines, Lin Xuan gradually developed some insights. He no longer took them one by one; doing so limited their effectiveness.

Of course, during his attempt to break through a bottleneck, taking all nine at once was also inappropriate. Although it didn't exceed the limit, the intense medicinal power made him suffer and was hard to absorb completely, with excess dissipating on its own.

This clearly was a wasteful behavior that should be avoided!

The correct method was to take three pills each time—morning, noon, and night—and then practice cultivation. This proved most effective.

Other low-rank disciples only received two Essence Cleansing Pills per month, but Lin Xuan consumed nine daily under this almost luxurious use of medicinal herbs. His progress was extremely fast; while he couldn't say it was like traveling a thousand miles in one day, his essence energy increased noticeably every day.

However, good times didn’t last long. A week later, all his Essence Cleansing Pills were depleted. Although he still had two more advanced pills from Zhang Yu, they were of a red, pea-sized variety that Lin Xuan had never seen before. He wouldn't ask the elders for clarification; doing so would be tantamount to admitting his involvement in the disappearance of Zhang Yu and Zhou Yan.

In private, Lin Xuan quietly consulted the archives at the library and learned that these were even more advanced medicinal pills than Essence Cleansing Pills—Base Foundation Pills!

These were used by disciples in the Flexible Spirit Period, not by those who had already reached the Base Foundation stage.

With this understanding, Lin Xuan carefully stored them away for future use. The immediate priority was to obtain more Essence Cleansing Pills so he could continue his cultivation.

Lin Xuan's goal was the "rubbish" waste pills considered worthless.

On the west side of Drifting Cloud Valley stood a small mountain whose interior had been hollowed out, creating a large tunnel leading deep underground. This was an active volcano sealed by generations of ancestors using great divine power. The volcanic heat was channeled into various rooms in the walls for alchemical purposes.

Danxia Mountain was one of the most important restricted areas in Drifting Cloud Valley, as significant as the library where all sorts of secret techniques and methods were stored.

Spirit beasts patrolled, high-ranking experts kept watch; any unauthorized intruders would be killed without mercy!

Even inner sect disciples weren't allowed to enter casually. If there was a matter, they could go to a building in front of Danxia Mountain for visitors.

Before coming here, Lin Xuan had gathered all the necessary information and confidently entered the building.

Inside, it was spacious with hundreds of square meters. A few young boys were idly sitting around; upon seeing Lin Xuan enter, one of them quickly approached him, respectfully bowed, and called out: "Mystic Master."

These boys weren't cultivators from Drifting Cloud Valley but outer sect disciples.

Outer sect disciples referred to those without spirit roots but who had other talents. They were admitted by the valley but not taught cultivation techniques; instead, they could receive other benefits.

In the eyes of ordinary people, cultivators were like deities. Thus, even as outer sect disciples, applicants would vie for spots, and the sect would carefully select them based on merit.

For example, these boys lacked spirit roots but came from renowned medical families, familiar with various medicinal herbs and their properties, suitable to assist in alchemy at Danxia Mountain.

The sect rewarded such individuals with valuable medical or martial arts texts, like those Lin Xuan had seen in the first floor of the library.

While these books were considered worthless in the cultivation world—like trash—they were invaluable treasures for ordinary people. After serving as outer sect disciples for a decade or two, they would leave the valley and become either renowned doctors or masters of extraordinary martial arts.

The benefits were obvious.

Knowing that Lin Xuan, without spirit roots but still admitted as an inner sect disciple, was rare, being an outer sect disciple was already fortunate. This good fortune came from his rescue of a powerful elder in Drifting Cloud Valley.

Though this boy didn't recognize Lin Xuan, he knew him to be a cultivator of the valley and thus treated him with respect.

Lin Xuan's respectful attitude stirred some emotions within him. Over these three years, due to his slow progress, he had endured ridicule from fellow disciples, almost forgetting his identity.

Although without spirit roots, he was still an ordinary person, but as a member of the cultivation world, he was like a deity in the eyes of commoners.

The high status and respect it brought were pleasant. This further solidified Lin Xuan's resolve to cultivate, though he kept no expression on his face: "Is your manager here?"

The boy nodded: "The manager is present. Mystic Master, please wait a moment while I inform him."

The boy respectfully led Lin Xuan to an adjacent side hall and offered him tea. As Lin Xuan sipped the fragrant tea, he pondered how to proceed. Soon, an elderly man entered the room.

With full white hair, around seventy years old, also a low-rank cultivator. The path of immortality was difficult; having a spirit root didn't guarantee success. Spirit roots came in different qualities, and personal opportunities and efforts varied.

For example, in Drifting Cloud Valley, ninety percent remained at the low-rank stage. This elderly man, now seventy years old, still had only reached the late Flexible Spirit period, far from the culmination of his cultivation. He would never have a chance to reach the Base Foundation stage. Thus, he decided not to continue striving and instead took up the easy job as an alchemy receptionist in the outer sect.

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