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第一百九十一章 买药

When the various forces of cultivators were under siege by zombies, Lin Xuan had already safely left the ravine.

This area was within the territory controlled by Spirit Medicine Mountain. Lin Xuan had been here multiple times before, so he was very familiar with the terrain inside the valley. With his Hidden Spirit Pill to suppress his spirit energy and the ghostly mist concealing human scent, Lin Xuan did not attract any attention from the zombies.

He glanced back at the ravine behind him, a sneer appearing on his lips, then shot off into the sky in a flash of light.

The mists were confined only within the valley, so there was no interference from prohibitions for flight here.

Most likely, the majority of cultivators following him would meet their end here, but Lin Xuan showed not a hint of concern. He hadn't made any moves. Even if the various forces investigated later, they could only blame it on the zombies.

After all, who wouldn't be so arrogant as to provoke such an outcome? Otherwise, he wouldn’t have resorted to this strategy of using someone else's hand!

Two hours later, Lin Xuan’s light faded and he slowly descended.

A bustling market town appeared before him. There were a few medium-sized sects in the vicinity, and they jointly ran this market town.

Located on an important thoroughfare, many cultivators stopped here to rest during their journey to Spirit Medicine Mountain for alchemy. Although the scale of the market was not large, it was very lively due to its strategic location.

A variety of materials were available, especially spirit herbs needed for alchemy, though they couldn’t be said to have everything. The precious ones were monopolized by major sects and rarely circulated.

This was why independent cultivators generally had lower power levels! They lacked good cultivation techniques and some had even considered targeting sect disciples. Capturing one alive and forcing them to reveal their techniques seemed like a viable option, but the person would rather undergo a self-immolation ritual. The reason? Unauthorized disclosure of sect secrets could result in the living soul being sacrificed.

This was among the harshest penalties in the cultivation world—seeking life or death was impossible!

The outcome for that independent cultivator was equally tragic; they were hunted down by major sects, captured, and subjected to a soul extraction ritual. This transgression had offended all major sects, both orthodox and heretical, who jointly issued a statement: anyone caught doing this again would be declared enemies of the orthodox and heretical sects.

Their intent was simple—such a terrible precedent could not be allowed to spread. The market sold only basic items.

The western section of the market town offered various materials for crafting tools. Primarily focused on spirit artifacts, occasionally rare treasure materials like the Mother of Black Iron would appear, but at exorbitant prices and quickly scooped up by sect members.

To the south were various spirit herbs, while to the west were talismans and related items.

Each direction was clearly demarcated, with some deep background large shops occupying prime positions in the center. Some belonged to major sects, others had contributed to their success. These shops shared a common characteristic: vast space and a wide range of goods covering all aspects of cultivation.

Lin Xuan looked at the market town for a moment before heading south. While the central shops offered more comprehensive items, Lin Xuan preferred to be low-key. The toxic herbs he was buying weren’t particularly rare, so these smaller shops should have them.

Although it was just one corner of the market, there were several streets here.

Seeing the various signs hanging over the shops, Lin Xuan chuckled. It did indeed have a touch of secular flavor.

He didn't deliberate much and simply chose a shop at random to enter.

"Senior, may I ask what you need?"

The owner was a plump middle-aged man with two small mustaches. Lin Xuan scanned him mentally; his Fifth Layer Fifth Stage cultivation. No wonder he was so respectful.

"Hmm, do you have the legs of a hundred-year-old centipede?"

"Yes, yes," the owner replied cheerfully after some thought.

"And the roots of the Centipede Tree?"

"Also available."

Lin Xuan named several medicinal herbs in succession, and the other nodded each time. Lin Xuan’s face brightened as he tossed an jade cylinder to him, instructing him to fetch half a catty of each according to the instructions inside.

"Yes, yes, senior. Please wait." The owner bowed low, fearing any offense from this Foundation Establishment cultivator: "Waiter, please bring Senior to the side hall for tea."

He then turned back to the waiter: "I will prepare these herbs and send them over shortly."

Lin Xuan didn’t comment but saw the waiter leading him in. Just as he was about to move, a commotion caught his ear.

"Get lost! What do you want here?"

"Master Immortal, please, I’ll trade this jade cylinder for a Light Spirit Grass. You won't be at a loss," a voice pleaded desperately.

"Already told you to leave. If you don’t go now, I won’t hesitate." The waiter inside remained unmoved despite the young man’s pleas.

The owner who had been preparing to enter the shop also walked over: "Wu Li, have said it several times—don't come pestering me again. How can your worthless jade cylinder be enough for a Light Spirit Grass? You've caused trouble here multiple times without any regard for manners. If not for my connection with your deceased father, I would have..."

Unlike his polite demeanor when speaking to Lin Xuan, the owner’s expression was extremely fierce now. He remained unmoved by the young man's desperate pleas.

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