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第二百二十二章 客栈与预兆

In the center of the small town stood a inn.

This was a five-story building, though made of wood, it exuded an imposing presence.

The front of the inn hung a prominent golden sign reading "Xianke来".

Lin Xuan approached the inn from a distance. This wasn't run by ordinary mortals but part of Tianmu Mountain's assets. Most of the time, it was idle, only used during the once-a-decade market fairs to accommodate visiting cultivators.

According to the young attendant, one had to register here before entering Tianmu Mountain.

With his spiritual energy at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, Lin Xuan knew that in a world where strength mattered, being too hidden could lead to difficulties. But if he showed no restraint, he might attract unwanted attention from those at later stages.

Thus, after some thought, he maintained his power level just above the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.

Not too high, not too low!

"Senior!"

Before Lin Xuan reached the door, a young man in white robes approached him. He was about twenty years old and had a formidable spiritual energy presence at the Fifth Layer of Flexible Spirit Stage.

In other sects, such secular businesses would be handled by outer disciples. But Tianmu Mountain valued worldly experience, so serving guests and doing menial tasks were taken care of by lower-ranking disciples within the sect. This was also a form of cultivation to rid oneself of heart demons.

Seeing that he was being served by another cultivator, Lin Xuan couldn't help but be surprised. The young man seemed accustomed to such reactions from outsiders, his expression showing no surprise as he respectfully said, "Senior, are you here for our sect's market fair?"

"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded.

"Then please follow me."

The young man led Lin Xuan into the inn. Here, one couldn't use their divine sense, but by looking at everyone’s attire and appearance, it was clear that all were cultivators.

There were not only scattered cultivators but also many sect disciples present.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xuan felt relieved rather than alarmed. It seemed that what the apothecary from the market had said was true. Although Tianmu Mountain was located in the northern borderlands, it was rich in resources, especially rare spirit herbs and medicinal materials that were no longer found elsewhere. Thus, the temporary market fair attracted many far-traveling cultivators.

The young man led Lin Xuan to the counter where a middle-aged man with a round face and kind expression looked up at him after being called uncle by the young man.

In an instant, Lin Xuan felt as if all his secrets were laid bare. He couldn't help but feel alarmed, but he quickly smirked inwardly. Clearly, this person had cultivated a special technique to detect hidden intentions. On the surface, he was the innkeeper, but in reality, he was checking for suspicious outsiders.

Unfortunately, with just a few middle-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, it would be impossible to find any discrepancies in his mind. Lin Xuan's divine sense far surpassed that of his peers; though not completely impenetrable, anyone else would need at least another decade of cultivation before posing a threat.

As for seeing through his true strength? Lin Xuan was even less worried. With the Hidden Spirit Pill and the secret method from the Nine Heavens True Scripture to suppress qi, unless it was an old monster in the Yuanxian stage, no one else could hope to uncover him.

After scanning Lin Xuan with his divine sense and finding nothing suspicious, the middle-aged man's expression softened. "I am Wang Shixuan of Tianmu Mountain. May I know your name and place of origin?"

"My name is Lin Xuan, a mere scattered cultivator who has long admired your sect's market fair," Lin Xuan said.

The middle-aged man handed him an jade token. "This is our sect's token. Please take care not to lose it. Tomorrow, we will have dedicated disciples guide you into the mountain. For now, you can explore nearby or stay here."

"Thank you!"

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Lin Xuan’s room was quite different from ordinary guest rooms. It was a small courtyard with modest but clean and bright furnishings. Lin Xuan smiled in satisfaction as he dismissed his Tianmu Mountain disciple.

He then released his divine sense to thoroughly search the entire courtyard and room. Finding nothing suspicious, Lin Xuan's expression finally relaxed.

Fortunately, they hadn't done anything sneaky. It seemed that Tianmu Mountain wasn’t so foolish after all; while wary of outsiders, they didn't want to do something that would offend people.

In truth, if it weren't for the current circumstances, Lin Xuan wouldn't have been so cautious. Originally, he had no ill intentions towards Tianmu Mountain but merely wanted to openly use crystal stones to purchase the Universal Appearance Grass.

However, since arriving at Tianmu Mountain, Lin Xuan always felt uneasy, as though something significant was about to happen on this journey. He couldn’t pinpoint the source of his worry.

As a cultivator, one naturally believed in ghosts and gods. Lin Xuan took the omen seriously.

If not for the lack of any other information about the Universal Appearance Grass, he would have left immediately. Given his nature of acting only when it was to his advantage, he wouldn't want to put himself in danger needlessly.

However, he couldn’t leave now; the condensation core pill happened to be missing a key ingredient. To rapidly advance his cultivation, he had no choice but to take this risk. Thus, Lin Xuan could only be more careful in all aspects.

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