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第一千九百四十九章 两百年

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About a cup of tea's time later, Lin Xuan raised his head. His face couldn't hide the joy he felt. Truly, it was like finding a needle in a haystack; he had obtained what he sought without much effort. The beast skin recorded the recipe for Immortal Drunk and how to refine this substance.

Lin Xuan's joy was evident.

After all, he had already experienced firsthand the effects of Immortal Drunk, an ancient poison. If not for the miraculous protection from Phantasmal Heavenly Fire, which made him immune to poisons, he might have perished mysteriously.

Back at that auction, once this poison took effect, even a thousand cultivators could only be bound by it, including two old monsters of the Profound Dao realm.

From this, one could see that this poison was not so terrifying after all.

If he could successfully refine it, it would certainly prove useful in the future.

What interested Lin Xuan more than just the recipe were the materials and treasures listed. He gently stroked the beast skin with his hand; if his guess was correct, this should be a fragment of some ancient text.

Since it recorded such an extraordinary ancient poison as Immortal Drunk, other items might also be significant. He wondered where this treasure might now be...

Lin Xuan sighed. Although he coveted it, without any clues, there was nothing else he could do but stare helplessly.

Jealousy wouldn't help; for now, he needed to refine the recipe for Immortal Drunk.

Not long after,

A streak of lightning descended upon Hundred Flowers Valley. Soon, faint footsteps were heard.

"Uncle, why did you call me here? Is there anything you want me to do?"

The clear voice entered his ears as a woman in court attire walked in. The visitor was the head of Hundred Grass Sect; she wore an expression of utmost respect.

She curtsied gracefully to Lin Xuan.

"You needn't be so formal, my friend," Lin Xuan said with a gentle smile, lifting his hand slightly. He didn’t show any arrogance or domineering attitude, making him seem very approachable.

"Uncle, you shouldn’t say such things. If not for your help, our Hundred Grass Sect might have perished long ago. No matter what you ask, I and the sect’s disciples will never hesitate," Guan Mumu said resolutely, without any pretense or exaggeration. She was undoubtedly someone who knew gratitude.

"Head of the sect, you are too polite." Lin Xuan smiled slightly at her reaction, which pleased him immensely. He had helped Hundred Grass Sect because they were different from other cultivators; there weren’t many cold-hearted people in their sect, and everyone got along well with each other.

"Please sit down and talk," Lin Xuan said kindly.

"Thank you for the seat."

Guan Mumu curtsied again. Although Lin Xuan was casual about such things, she felt it was necessary to show respect. She owed her sect’s survival to his kindness.

"This time, I want you to help me refine a type of medicinal pill," Lin Xuan said after drinking some clear tea.

"Of course, Uncle. If there are other tasks, my abilities might be insufficient even if I try my best. However, in the realm of refining pills, I have some experience." Guan Mumu was surprised but then her voice turned both playful and serious.

"Exactly as expected."

Lin Xuan heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this. If she were truly ignorant about pill refinement, his plan would be complicated.

Fortunately, his guess was correct; the name Hundred Grass Sect suggested that they had some knowledge in refining pills.

"This is what I need you to do," Lin Xuan said with a smile as he outlined the task. Guan Mumu started smiling but her expression turned stiff when she heard more details.

"Is there something wrong, Head of the sect?"

Lin Xuan asked curiously.

"I didn’t want to refuse, Uncle, but..."

Guan Mumu looked up at the numerous treasures before her—over a hundred in total. Each was legendary or unheard-of, and their value was beyond her imagination.

To be blunt, even if she sold Hundred Grass Sect at an auction, it wouldn’t fetch such a price.

In fact, some of these materials alone were unaffordable for her. Although this analogy was inappropriate, the logic held true.

Lin Xuan had entrusted so many treasures to her; Guan Mumu felt both grateful and anxious. While she wanted to serve Lin Xuan, after weighing the pros and cons, she declined.

Lin Xuan knew what she was worried about and smiled: "Head of the sect, you needn’t worry too much. I have a plan. Even if it turns into waste pills, that’s fine."

Guan Mumu almost thought she had heard wrong. It was common knowledge that waste pills were trash; how could Lin Xuan be so casual about it?

"Uncle..." She wanted to push back but assumed he just wanted her to relax.

"But you said you would do anything for me," Lin Xuan’s cold voice entered her ears, though his expression was actually feigned. If he hadn’t done this, she might not have agreed.

"I misunderstood, Uncle..."

Guan Mumu was shocked and tried to explain but Lin Xuan wasn’t willing to say more.

An hour later, Guan Mumu left Hundred Flowers Valley. She finally agreed to help refine Immortal Drunk for Lin Xuan.

Before leaving, Lin Xuan reiterated that even if it turned into waste pills, there would be no problem. However, her face still showed anxiety.

This was understandable; the common knowledge in cultivation circles was that waste pills were useless. She didn’t know about his Blue Star Sea, which could overturn this belief.

Lin Xuan wouldn’t tell anyone else, not even Moer. He couldn’t reveal such secrets to Guan Mumu.

While Guan Mumu was anxious, Lin Xuan felt relieved. Who said fish and bear’s paw were unattainable? He had finally resolved one of his concerns.

He leaned back slightly, pondering. There was nothing else for him to do now; he could focus on cultivation.

Lin Xuan returned to his bedroom and rested well that night. The next morning, after bathing and dressing, he came to the training hall when his spirit energy was fully restored.

His life was simple—meditation and taking medicinal pills. With ample medicinal pills, all he needed was to practice diligently.

Time passed like a flash; two hundred years had gone by in an instant.

During this time, Lin Xuan rarely left the valley. Occasionally, his second Yuan婴 would leave the cave to guide his disciples or handle unsolvable problems, but such instances were rare. His main body never left the cave.

This was similar to closing oneself off from the world. And it was surprising that he wasn’t disturbed for so long; one might expect ghostly entities to have attacked by now.

But in reality, the chaotic sea remained peaceful, and the threat of those ghosts had been eliminated. It wasn’t because cultivators from the East Sea defeated them; even if they wanted to, they couldn’t manage it. In the early years, all three races were at a disadvantage against the ghosts, but their location kept them out of harm’s way. However, this wouldn’t last forever.

This was beyond doubt!

[... Chapter 1949: Two Hundred Years ...]!!

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