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第两千二百六十章 山谷

Lin Xuan's expenditure was generous, and the ox naturally became even more meticulous in his actions. Before he could finish speaking, Lin Xuan had already taken large steps toward the center of the city.

"Don't rush."

He stopped him and called over a carriage with a wave. In Bai Fu City, although there were no restrictions on flying, outsiders from the demon race rarely used their spiritual artifacts for transportation due to respect towards the host family. Consequently, many carriages pulled by magical beasts had emerged in the city.

These carriages were driven by creatures resembling spiders and could accommodate several people comfortably. The ox did not dare sit next to Lin Xuan but stood beside him with his hands clasped respectfully.

After a short while, they arrived. Just half a cup of tea later, the carriage stopped before a series of houses appeared in front.

Lin Xuan's expression turned disapproving as he scanned the scene. "This is rather too shabby."

Although Bai Fu City was desolate and dilapidated, one would expect at least some repairs for an inn that hosted outsiders. Did the Fuye family understand hospitality?

Though Lin Xuan inwardly scoffed, his demeanor remained calm on the surface.

Any initial doubts about having come to the wrong place were dispelled as he saw many demons entering and leaving. He decided not to dwell on it; a little shabbiness was fine since he had no intention of staying here for cultivation but merely for one year.

With this in mind, Lin Xuan remained composed, his sleeves fluttering slightly as several demon stones appeared, sending the ox away.

He then scanned the buildings before entering what seemed to be the largest one.

Half an hour later, Lin Xuan emerged from inside with a black bone tile in hand, engraved with a series of numbers: 123. This was clearly his rented room.

Lin Xuan did not search each room individually but released his divine sense. He soon found something and walked towards the left front.

After another cup of tea, Lin Xuan arrived at a stone house.

This house was built from thick gray stones, which were familiar to him. Back when he first started on his cultivation path in Drifting Cloud Valley as a low-ranking disciple, he had lived in such houses. It seemed that time and circumstances had changed, but he still found himself in a similar situation in the Ancient Demon Realm.

Lin Xuan shook his head but did not dwell on it too much. He held the bone tile in his left hand and gently flicked it. A rumbling sound filled his ears as black light flickered, and the door of the stone house opened with a loud bang.

The room was brightened by the sudden light. It was about twenty square meters, spacious but extremely simple, containing only a table, a chair, and several cushions for meditation.

Lin Xuan stepped inside.

Such a humble abode had little to be tidied up. He casually took out an array flag and set it up around him. Though not particularly effective, it could serve as a warning system, which was enough.

He then pulled over another cushion and began meditating, though not for the purpose of cultivating his abilities in this unfamiliar place. It would be too risky to do so here.

Instead, he merely regulated his breath and slowly circulated the energy within him.

Though unsuitable for cultivation, time was not wasted. Such a level of meditation could still enhance his energy.

Time passed unnoticed as Lin Xuan walked around the inn. According to the ox, on the first and fifteenth days of each month, the Fuye family would host small exchange markets. Since he had nothing better to do, it wouldn't hurt to take a look. Moreover, he could assess the Fuye family's talisman-making capabilities.

With this thought in mind, Lin Xuan left his residence. Although he had been living a secluded life recently, gathering information about such events was not difficult.

In fact, many outsiders would not miss this day, and the number of ancient demons on the streets increased significantly. Following them led him to an open space where a long valley filled with strange flowers and plants could be seen.

The area was vast, covering over a hundred acres, and while there weren't as many people as in a crowded market, there were still many buyers and sellers haggling loudly.

Lin Xuan smiled; he did not see any fixed shops here. All the cultivators were setting up stalls.

This reminded him of his first time attending a market when he was just starting out. A thousand years had passed since then, and Lin Xuan felt a tinge of nostalgia. However, it wasn't the moment to dwell on such feelings.

He walked into the valley.

"Spirit talismans, spirit talismans! High-quality talismans for both attack and defense at great discounts. Buy in bulk and get an 80% discount."

"Come take a look, come see. Miss this market, miss this shop!"

"High-grade spirit talismans on sale, all sold at a loss."

The calls of the vendors filled his ears, leaving Lin Xuan speechless. Fortunately, such unrestrained ancient demons were few and far between; most Fuye family members were still diligently setting up their stalls.

Indeed, they were mostly low to mid-rank cultivators, with many in the condensation core and foundation establishment stages. The highest was at the yuanxian level. Lin Xuan even saw a few flexible spirit period cultivators.

Their strength gave an idea of how skilled they were in making talismans, though not exceptionally so. The stalls before them were mostly deserted.

The Fuye family might be ancient demons, but their appearance did not differ much from human cultivators; they looked decent enough. In contrast, the outsiders had a wide variety of appearances.

This was the general situation of the valley. With his strong divine sense, Lin Xuan quickly surveyed it and got a rough idea.

He then walked around leisurely in the valley with an indifferent expression.

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