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第一千八百五十一章 燕山四友

Chapter 1851 - The Four Friends of Yan Mountain

"Haha, friend, there's no need to be so modest. I'm not just saying this out of courtesy; in truth, due to my background, I have learned many miscellaneous arts, including physiognomy and aura reading. Your appearance truly sets you apart from the common folk, indicating a promising future. Therefore, I am bold enough to make your acquaintance. Please don't take it amiss."

These words were delivered with such sincerity that Lin Xuan felt an immediate appreciation for the speaker. Although he didn’t know much about physiognomy himself, recognizing people was something he excelled in. This scholar from Huang Tingzhong sect seemed genuinely humble and gentlemanly.

In the world of cultivation, there were many cunning and deceitful individuals who played mind games, but Lin Xuan had never shied away from such tactics. However, that didn’t mean he enjoyed them; they were merely tools for survival in his quest for power.

Three can profit by one another. Younger cultivators often brought unique insights that could greatly benefit him. He had encountered such situations before and wouldn't be so haughty as to treat junior disciples with arrogance.

Besides, people should remain humble. After all, he was on this journey of exploration due to hitting a wall in his cultivation. Swapping notes or engaging in casual conversation couldn’t hurt; perhaps it would even help him break through that barrier by chance.

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Lin Xuan didn't have much qualms about this and didn't feel like he had any ulterior motives. He agreed with the others, then stowed away his flying artifact before stepping onto their spirit boat.

Huang Tingzhong naturally greeted him with a bow, his smile genuine and warm. The other three also stood up to greet Lin Xuan.

"I am Lin Xuan, offering my respects to all of you."

Lin Xuan bowed slightly; he was only pretending to be an intermediate-stage cultivator for now, while the four friends from Yan Mountain were all late-stage cultivators.

He should show some respect. Bending a little wouldn't hurt anyone. Lin Xuan was practical and unlike many high-ranking cultivators who loved to save face.

"Haha, Brother Lin doesn’t need to be so formal. We are the Four Friends of Yan Mountain, united by our spirit. Since our big brother has taken an interest in you, you are now part of my clan, Zhuge Tianyuan," said a rather unremarkable cultivator with dry and thin features, appearing around fifty years old. His attire was peculiar, resembling a chessboard.

This man seemed to be very friendly, making Lin Xuan chuckle inwardly. He couldn't say much more.

"Little Brother Yu Miaorong, I have the honor of meeting you, Brother Lin."

Another cultivator held a brush and looked like he was in his twenties or thirties. His bow was awkward, as if he had never interacted with people before despite being a scholar.

Lin Xuan knew better than to believe that; after all, reaching late-stage cultivation meant living for hundreds of years. A nearby woman merely waved at Lin Xuan without speaking.

"Do not blame us, my younger sister's name is Purple and her given name is Xuan. She has a speech impediment and cannot speak. Although there are lip-reading techniques in this world, using one’s stomach to make sounds would be too unrefined," sighed the learned scholar, his voice filled with regret.

"A speech impediment?"

Lin Xuan was stunned. In the mundane world, those who couldn't speak were common, but these were cultivators, even late-stage ones. What kind of minor ailment could not be cured by a cultivator?

Seeing Lin Xuan's expression, the scholar spoke up: "Brother Lin, my sister’s speech impediment is unique; no ordinary method can cure it, and even if she were to change bodies, it might not help."

"Really?"

Lin Xuan was intrigued. Could it be an issue with her soul or spirit? That would indeed be a formidable challenge.

However, he didn't delve into the matter further. Although their conversation had been pleasant so far, they weren’t well acquainted, and making such statements could come across as presumptuous.

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Next, Lin Xuan introduced himself, this time telling only half-truths. He claimed to be an independent cultivator who encountered a bottleneck in his practice and was here for training.

This wasn't exactly a lie; after all, facing the old dragon and investigating Red Leaf Island were part of his training.

"Why have you come to this place? Are you also out on a journey?" Lin Xuan casually asked.

The others blushed and looked at each other awkwardly.

"Haha, I was too forward. If there are secrets, please don't feel obligated to share them," Lin Xuan chuckled, but he couldn’t help feeling amused by their honesty.

Entering the cultivation world for so long, he had never seen such a straightforward person. They wouldn't make up small lies if they didn't want to, and now it was his turn to give them an out.

"Haha, we can share this much. A true gentleman speaks openly. In this world, there is no secret that cannot be shared with others. We came here looking for suitable positions," said the scholar.

"Finding jobs?" Lin Xuan was taken aback. The more he heard, the more confused he became: "I heard that the island's lord is the old dragon. He’s a tyrant and a member of the demon sect. How could there be any position on Red Leaf Island suitable for you?"

Despite not knowing them well, Lin Xuan had keen eyesight. These four cultivators were indeed straightforward, almost naive in their simplicity. Such personalities were rare in the cultivation world.

"Seeking positions? Haha, it seems you misunderstood. We are not looking to serve the old dragon," Huang Tingzhong stroked his beard and smiled.

"What? The old dragon is no longer the lord of the island. Could Red Leaf Island have been taken by the sea creatures?" Lin Xuan was shocked. If that were true, his mission would be much more difficult than he had anticipated.

"Red Leaf Island, such an important place, naturally remains in human hands. However, it has been taken over by the Holy City, which dispatched high-ranking cultivators to oversee it. The old dragon is still influential but not the lord," said Yu Miaorong curiously.

"I have never heard of this. I haven’t closed myself off for centuries," Lin Xuan chuckled. He realized he had made a basic mistake—ignoring the current situation on Red Leaf Island before rushing here.

Knowing oneself and one's enemy was key to victory, but he had forgotten that lesson. Fortunately, fate intervened, and he met the Four Friends of Yan Mountain along the way. What would have happened otherwise was anyone’s guess.

Feeling relieved, Lin Xuan began to ask questions humbly: "Since I haven’t been out for centuries, I am unaware of Red Leaf Island's current state. Please enlighten me."

"Haha, Brother Lin is too polite. This isn't a secret; if you want to know, we will gladly share," said Huang Tingzhong with a smile.

He then seated himself and invited Lin Xuan: "We still have some distance to travel to Red Leaf Island. Let’s drink and talk while we wait."

The others also took their seats as various delicacies were placed on the table. Huang Tingzhong added a set of chopsticks for Lin Xuan, then personally poured him a glass of wine.

"This wine isn’t a spirit substance, but it has a rich aroma. Please try it," he said with a smile.

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