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第二百二十九章 百草堂

Although it was a valley, its area was vast. The market district consisted of several streets crisscrossing each other, with various shops lining up side by side, giving off an impressive appearance.

The number of cultivators on the streets was substantial, and one could occasionally hear haggling voices, making the scene quite lively.

It seemed that Tianmu Mountain indeed had some remarkable features. Otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted so many cultivators just in its first day.

Lin Xuan's target was the Wonders Grass, but he didn’t show any urgency. Instead of heading straight to the street with the most pharmacies, he followed a small path extending from the entrance and entered the market district through the main gate.

This was the widest street, where the treasures on sale were mostly spirit artifacts, with quite a few middle-grade talismans as well. After all, in the cultivation world, equipment was crucial.

Tianmu Mountain had many miscellaneous skills, and both alchemy and talisman-making were quite proficient, especially in crafting techniques. The sect claimed to possess several ancient methods of creating spirit artifacts that had long been lost. Each crafted spirit artifact came with additional attributes, making them powerful indeed.

Of course, these treasures were also priceless, enough to bankrupt a common cultivator. However, the cultivators who came to Tianmu Mountain usually had some background—either behind them was a major sect or they themselves had encountered extraordinary events, making them quite wealthy. Ordinary people wouldn’t appear in such trading fairs.

Thus, although the price of a middle-grade spirit artifact here was often twice, even three times that outside, many cultivators were still willing to be "suckers." At this moment, Lin Xuan watched two late-stage Flexible Spirit Period cultivators argue heatedly over a black ghosthead sword.

The ghosthead sword's design was ordinary and unremarkable. However, it was priced at five hundred crystal stones as a middle-grade spirit artifact. Although Lin Xuan didn’t care much, he couldn’t help but feel surprised. After learning that each attack could automatically release an earth attribute mid-grade spell called "Pressure of a Thousand Pounds," the price seemed justified.

In fact, such treasure items with additional attributes even caught Lin Xuan's interest. However, after touring the entire market district, he felt somewhat disappointed.

Most shops sold middle-grade spirit artifacts, while upper-grade ones were in high demand, drawing several cultivators to bid on them, and even some sects participated in the bidding.

Lin Xuan naturally wouldn’t compete with them. After all, he had ancient treasures at hand; these spirit artifacts, no matter how good they were, still fell short compared to his own possessions.

Moreover, although he was wealthy, he had spent a considerable amount of crystal stones acquiring precious materials over the past half year. He couldn’t say he was penniless, but being extravagant would be out of the question.

So, after wandering for a long time, Lin Xuan only purchased several talismans with defensive spells.

Finally, he slowly arrived at a shop selling medicinal herbs. Although this shop wasn't located on the widest street, its location was good. The building was five stories high, about seven or eight zhang tall, and though not particularly imposing, it certainly stood out among the smaller shops nearby.

A large golden signboard read "Hundred Herb Hall," very eye-catching.

Lin Xuan pondered for a moment before slowly entering.

"Senior, is there anything I can assist you with?"

Surprisingly, despite the size of the shop, business was quite cold. Only a few customers were present, all at the Flexible Spirit Period, and what they bought wasn’t worth much in crystal stones.

When Lin Xuan entered, the attendant noticed his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation and immediately brightened up, running over with great enthusiasm to serve him.

Lin Xuan didn’t immediately ask for Wonders Grass but nodded slightly before slowly inspecting the shop.

The attendant showed no dissatisfaction. He remained respectful as he accompanied Lin Xuan.

Though Lin Xuan had become the Young Master of Spirit Herb Mountain somewhat mysteriously, he often read medicinal books during his spare time and remembered a lot about various herbs due to his intelligence and comprehension.

The Hundred Herb Hall’s name was indeed not exaggerated; there were quite a few rare celestial materials here.

Especially several ingredients needed for condensation core pills, which Lin Xuan had run countless market districts to buy. He never expected them to be available here.

Lin Xuan couldn’t help smiling. If he had known this earlier, why would he have gone through so much trouble preparing crystal stones and waiting to participate in the Tianmu Mountain trading fair?

However, there was no Wonders Grass.

But Lin Xuan wasn’t overly disappointed because Wonders Grass was an ancient artifact that had long since disappeared from the outside world.

Rare items were valuable precisely because they were rare. Even if this Hundred Herb Hall had it, it wouldn’t be casually displayed; it would surely be treated as a treasure.

Unconsciously, Lin Xuan had lingered in the Hundred Herb Hall for several hours.

The attendant’s smile began to fade, and his expression gradually stiffened. If another customer had come, he would have already lost his temper, but in the cultivation world, strength determined one's status.

As a mere late-stage Flexible Spirit Period cultivator, he naturally dared not offend this Foundation Establishment stage expert. But this person was indeed too strange—neither speaking nor buying anything, just wandering around the shop without any clear purpose.

Unable to bear it, and unwilling to provoke him, the attendant had to seek his own cool spot. He occasionally glanced at Lin Xuan with a worried expression as if afraid he might steal something from the store.

"Why, is there nothing in this small shop that Fellow Daoist needs?"

An old voice sounded, and Lin Xuan’s heart leaped with joy. After waiting so long, the main person had finally appeared. He turned around to see an elderly man with a peculiar appearance; at least he was over sixty, perhaps even past seventy.

A beard reached his chest, but when Lin Xuan used his spirit sense to scan him, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

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