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第二百二十一章 机缘巧合

Another reason for the temporary restraint between both sides was the Spirit Medicine Mountain.

After the death of Heavenly Saber Demon Lord, the orthodox and evil forces parted ways. However, soon rumors spread that there were still traces of the existence of the Heavenly Dust Pill on Spirit Medicine Mountain.

Although the old monsters at the Core Formation stage did not believe these rumors, they sent many disciples to monitor it out of a "better safe than sorry" mentality.

The result was naturally nothing, but inadvertently, they obtained intelligence revealing that Spirit Medicine Mountain was not only skilled in alchemy, but also harbored numerous powerful cultivators.

This news greatly alarmed the three major sects and the Extreme Demon Sovereign. Moreover, the intelligence mentioned that there were still old monsters at the Core Formation stage secretly cultivating on Spirit Medicine Mountain.

While this could not be verified, it couldn't be confirmed as false either!

This was enough to make both sides hesitate. If they started a war and caused heaven and earth to change colors, day and night to turn dark, but ended up with Spirit Medicine Mountain reaping the benefits, wouldn't that be a huge loss?

They were unwilling to do such foolish things.

What made them even more frustrated was that unlike their clear-cut oppositions, Spirit Medicine Mountain had been open for centuries, providing alchemy services to cultivators. It was beneficial to both orthodox and evil forces without needing to act like fence-sitters.

Now, with the orthodox and evil forces evenly matched, the attitude of Spirit Medicine Mountain was crucial. However, the other side pretended not to know anything, unwilling to take a stance.

In this delicate situation, forcefully making them declare their position could push Spirit Medicine Mountain into the opposite camp, so both sides could only secretly send people to try to win over the mountain. But Elder Master Flying Cloud was cunning and cautious, leaving no room for error in his words and actions. He neither explicitly agreed nor refused, leaving both sides frustrated yet helpless.

Because of the involvement of Spirit Medicine Mountain, the power balance in Youzhou's cultivation world reached a more delicate equilibrium.

For ten years, the orthodox and evil forces had been openly and secretly competing, but they still hadn't declared war.

But like a tightly stretched bowstring, it could only last so long before breaking. Recently, this tense atmosphere became increasingly evident. If the orthodox and evil forces of Youzhou really did declare war, although Tianmu Mountain was in a remote corner, it might not be spared either.

Thus, the sect increased its scrutiny on outsiders.

All these intelligence reports were Lin Xuan's own analysis and synthesis. Having traveled for half a year, even though his goal was to seek out medicinal herbs for alchemy, he had gathered plenty of information through daily exposure.

He never expected Spirit Medicine Mountain to become such a critical point in this battle between the orthodox and evil forces.

The last thing he wanted was to be at the center of attention. But looking at the current situation, it seemed impossible to avoid it.

Regardless, improving his strength was an indispensable method for survival in the cultivation world. Therefore, Lin Xuan's eagerness to master Spirit Medicine Mountain grew even more intense.

Now, the most difficult part was the gap from the later stages to the peak. Once he entered the Pseudo-Dan stage with Heavenly Dust Pill aiding him, Lin Xuan had great confidence in forming a Golden Core.

Although burdened by worries, Lin Xuan did not show any signs of it on his face.

At this moment, he dressed as an ordinary cultivator and walked into that unremarkable inn.

As soon as he entered, the waiter hurried over with a smile and respectfully bowed: "Master, I pay my respects."

Although Tianmu Sect advocated involvement in the world, making locals accustomed to the existence of cultivators, they were not surprised by various Daoist techniques. However, for those who possessed all sorts of miraculous abilities, they still showed great respect.

"Mmm," Lin Xuan nodded casually and said, "Do you have any rooms available? I need one."

"There are some, but..." The waiter scratched his head with a look of difficulty.

If it were another cultivator, he would surely be furious. High and mighty as they were, how could they tolerate the disrespect from mere mortals?

Lin Xuan was naturally not such a shallow person; his face showed no joy or anger as he asked calmly, "Why?"

Seeing that Lin Xuan wasn't angry, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief and bowed eagerly: "Master, you see, if someone like you lived in our inn regularly, we would be overjoyed. We would serve you with utmost care without charging a single coin."

It seemed this waiter was quite skilled at flattery. However, Lin Xuan didn't have time to listen; he frowned and said, "Get to the point."

"Yes, yes," the waiter hurriedly explained the situation: "Master, it's like this. In a few days, Tianmu Sect will open its market district, allowing outsiders like you to enter for exchanges."

"Market district?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback but then became delighted. He immediately asked more questions as the waiter chattered on.

In fact, although Tianmu Sect remained isolated and had alchemists of their own, it couldn't completely cut off all ties with the outside world with just one sect and a few nearby small families. Thus, every ten years, they would open a temporary market district to allow outsiders to trade with them while also acquiring necessary resources.

This special market district was only open for three days, coincidentally falling on the next day.

"Ah, I see!" Hearing this news, Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He had been worrying about how to enter Tianmu Sect; such a good opportunity wouldn't be allowed to slip through his fingers.

The waiter continued to explain, taking advantage of the chance to talk more with a commoner who could converse with cultivators. "According to what I know, living immortals on Tianmu Mountain don't like other immortals from elsewhere, so even though this market district is open, all outsiders must register at their guesthouses."

The waiter continued his explanation while Lin Xuan listened intently, eager not to miss any details.

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