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第三十章 意外惊闻

"Immortal Master!" Zhao Ming respectfully performed a bow.

"Mmm." Lin Xuan nodded, his expression casual and indifferent. "How has the waste pills room been going these days?"

"Don't worry, everything is as usual."

Four months after becoming the head of the waste pills room, Lin Xuan finally got to inspect his domain again. The boys led by Zhao Ming were somewhat surprised but still served him with respect.

To make it easier for himself to cultivate, Lin Xuan had deliberately cultivated a lazy and solitary image in front of them—someone who preferred to sleep all day and liked to be alone in his room.

Originally, the intention was just to avoid suspicion and disturbance during cultivation. But inadvertently, this fabricated personality won him the admiration of the boys.

The reason was simple: for cultivators high above, ordinary people were like ants. In Drifting Cloud Valley, these boys had a low status—technically they were outer sect disciples, but in reality, they were servants or laborers, tasked with menial work to serve the cultivators. If they did something wrong, light punishments like beatings and scoldings were common; severe ones could even result in death.

The boys lived on tenterhooks every day, fearful of their superiors' moods. If the head was a kind cultivator, it would be better. But if he was unpredictable, life would be...

For example, among the various places responsible for miscellaneous tasks at Danxia Mountain, the waste pills room was the least desirable position for a cultivator to manage. It offered no benefits, but the boys longed for it because for a long time, there had been no one in charge, and Zhao Ming, who temporarily took on the role as an outer sect disciple, made their lives both peaceful and safe.

When Lin Xuan first arrived, Zhao Ming and his companions didn't say anything out loud or show it on their faces, but they were secretly unhappy. They thought their good life was over.

However, things turned out differently from what they had imagined. Lin Xuan came, but rarely showed himself; the Immortal Master was a reclusive person who liked to stay in his room. In other words, his arrival did not change their previous lives at all. For months, no one faced punishment as long as they didn't violate the Immortal's rules and didn't get too close to his quarters.

Such an easy-going head of the waste pills room and a respectful Immortal Master were rare indeed. Zhao Ming and others sincerely supported Lin Xuan, hoping he would stay in that position forever because with him around, other cultivators wouldn't be sent from the sect.

After inspecting the waste pills room and chatting about trivial matters, Lin Xuan instructed the boys to do their work well and went out for a stroll to clear his mind.

"Immortal Master, may you have a safe journey!"

Zhao Ming and others were not surprised. Although the head was lazy and didn't like moving around, it was normal for him to take a walk now and then; no one would stay cooped up in their rooms all the time.

With everyone out of sight, Lin Xuan's lazy aura disappeared instantly. He appeared sharp and mature, with a faint smile on his lips as he walked away.

These days, Lin Xuan had considered many methods and thought of various solutions but still couldn't find one that would not arouse suspicion while allowing him to learn spirit control techniques. It seemed there was no perfect solution.

Just daydreaming wouldn't solve the problem. Instead of sitting around worrying, it might be better to go out for a walk and see if any opportunities presented themselves.

After leaving Danxia Mountain, Lin Xuan's demeanor changed again, appearing ordinary and unremarkable. He first wandered through the sect but found nothing useful. Then he headed towards the library.

As a low-ranking disciple in the Flexible Spirit Period, only the first floor was accessible to him. Despite knowing there were no cultivation techniques on that level—just some miscellaneous studies valuable to commoners but not so much to cultivators—he still searched thoroughly, hoping for a miracle.

But his search proved fruitless!

After a moment of silence, Lin Xuan gritted his teeth and headed towards the second floor.

Unlike buildings in the mortal world, there were no stairs between the first and second floors; instead, they were protected by heavy restrictions that could not be flown over. The only way to enter was through a teleportation array.

As he took a few steps, the air in front of him rippled like water waves. A yellow shield appeared, blocking his path as if it were a wall.

This was a restriction; to reach the teleportation array, one had to break through this barrier first. It was also a test, because according to the sect's design, breaking this restriction required at least the strength of a Foundation Establishment First Stage cultivator. This ensured that only high-ranking disciples could enter the second floor—unless they applied for permission and were granted it.

Looking at the yellow light before him, Lin Xuan stopped and observed silently. While it was common sense that this layer's restrictions needed the strength of a Foundation Establishment cultivator to break, he actually had some confidence in himself.

Firstly, he had mastered Ice Needle Technique, which could rival high-level spells. Secondly, he still possessed a top-grade spiritual artifact; if he used his full power, Lin Xuan was confident that his offensive capabilities would not be inferior to those of a Foundation Establishment cultivator who lacked any spiritual artifacts.

But instead of acting on it, Lin Xuan hesitated and pretended to walk away as if nothing had happened. Both the Ice Needle Technique and the spiritual artifact were too shocking; he didn't want to attract attention.

Besides, even if he broke this restriction, using the teleportation array to reach the second floor would still require other restrictions to be overcome before accessing any books.

Although he wanted to learn spirit control techniques, weighing the pros and cons, it was better not to expose his strength. Therefore, Lin Xuan chose not to provoke trouble.

It seemed like he had no choice but to find another way. After making this decision, Lin Xuan turned around and walked out. But at that moment, a conversation caught his ear.

"Did you hear that Lingyun Sect is going to be forced to disband."

"Hmph. Who cares if they offended a senior cultivator in the Condensation Core Stage? Unless they want to die, there's no other way but to dissolve their sect."

The cultivator nodded and sighed. "Although Lingyun Sect doesn't compare to our Drifting Cloud Valley, it has been around for nearly a thousand years. I imagine they have many cultivation techniques, spiritual artifacts, and talismans."

"Yes, I heard that there are even some mid-stage cultivation techniques available for sale."

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