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第三千零五十一章 牧云宗

It sounded absurd, yet it wasn't entirely unexpected when one thought about it.

For low-ranking cultivators, the elixirs that could enhance their cultivation power were rare and hard to come by. However, for those of a higher rank, such elixirs were practically insignificant.

Although the lost interface was home to many hidden talents, the old monsters at the Transcendence stage were indeed as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Ordinary cultivators rarely had the chance to see one in person unless they were fortunate enough.

While an old monster of this rank might be interested in base foundation elixirs, it would certainly surprise the owner of a medicinal shop. Such a rare opportunity was too good to pass up.

Using some low-grade spiritual materials to gain the friendship of a Transcendence-stage elder seemed like a bargain that couldn't be passed up.

After Lin Xuan revealed his identity, he not only refused any payment but also gifted him with base foundation elixirs, which were needed by condensation core cultivators. The owner's generosity and demeanor suggested that this medicinal shop was affiliated with a powerful cultivation sect.

Although the condensation core stage was just one level higher than the base foundation stage, the value of power-enhancing elixirs couldn't be compared to those at lower stages.

Lin Xuan wasn’t someone who liked to haggle over small benefits. Given his wealth, this minor advantage wouldn't even catch his attention.

Regardless of what the owner said, Lin Xuan insisted on not accepting any reward for his services. The owner had no choice but to accept and couldn't force him.

After all, the higher one's cultivation stage, the more eccentric individuals they might encounter. Overzealous behavior could easily upset a Transcendence-stage elder, leading to unforeseen consequences.

Thus, Lin Xuan’s refusal was seen as reasonable. The owner reluctantly offered him the best price possible.

This time, Lin Xuan accepted without hesitation. Although the owner wanted to befriend him, he appreciated his good intentions and didn't want to appear ungrateful.

It was a minor incident that Lin Xuan paid no mind. However, this seemingly insignificant matter would bring about significant trouble for him in the future.

As expected, the medicinal shop belonged to a powerful cultivation sect—Muyun Sect!

The name wasn’t particularly remarkable, but it was one of the oldest sects dating back to ancient times among those hidden on the lost interface.

It was a daoist sect. Due to the unique environment of the lost interface, where human clans, beast tribes, ancient demons, and yin souls coexisted, this daoist sect differed greatly from the magic sects in the spiritual realm.

Powerful magic sects usually had both human clan cultivators and true ancient demons as their disciples. Muyun Sect was no exception, and it ranked among the top in the magic sects of the lost interface.

The sect had two senior elders at the Transcendence stage, though they were only at the early stages of that rank. They were both formidable figures.

One was a human clan cultivator, while the other was an actual ancient demon. The strength of each was unknown since few Transcendence-stage cultivators revealed their true power outside.

Muyun Sect had no grudge against Lin Xuan in the past. However, after failing to win him over, the owner of the medicinal shop relayed his information back to the sect.

This wasn't out of malice; as one of the sect's business ventures on the lost interface, it was also tasked with gathering intelligence from various parts of the cultivation world.

Any information related to Transcendence-stage monsters, no matter how absurd, couldn’t be ignored. Thus, this news made its way back.

For the owner of the medicinal shop, his actions were merely fulfilling his duties. The information quickly reached the two senior elders of Muyun Sect.

Muyun Mountain was a vast and rugged range with excellent demonic energy. Several main peaks were enveloped in dense demonic aura.

Mo Yun Valley was an unremarkable small valley, not large in size, but it had the most concentrated demonic aura on Muyun Mountain. It was one of the sect’s most important forbidden areas.

Two figures sat cross-legged in a small stone room within the valley.

The man on the right appeared to be around forty years old, with thick eyebrows and a well-proportioned face, giving off an air of maturity and stability.

The cultivator on the left, however, looked much younger, no more than twenty. He had disheveled hair and a refined appearance, exuding a carefree demeanor.

These two were undoubtedly the senior elders of Muyun Sect. However, it was impossible to tell which one was an ancient demon; at their level, they could transform into humans with ease.

The two seemed to be exchanging cultivation insights when suddenly, a fire dragon flew in.

A transmission talisman!

The disheveled cultivator's eyebrows raised slightly as he extended his right hand. A flash of light later, the transmission talisman landed in his palm.

He lowered his head and sank into his divine sense, quickly revealing an expression of surprise: "Interesting. This is truly interesting."

"Junior brother, what happened?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, looking confused.

This wasn’t unusual; at their level, they had seen many strange things. Something must have been very interesting to cause such a reaction from his junior brother.

"It’s news from Moon City. A peer cultivator is gathering base foundation elixirs."

"What? At our same rank—Transcendence stage—that’s right! He’s collecting base foundation elixirs, didn’t I hear correctly?" The middle-aged man was stunned, his face showing surprise.

"Of course not; such matters concern Transcendence-stage cultivators. How could a junior dare to speak nonsense?" the disheveled cultivator said with a smile and stood up.

"Junior brother, what do you plan to do?"

The middle-aged man frowned.

"I’ve been in seclusion for a long time without breaking through my cultivation stage. I finally found this interesting news; naturally, I want to move around."

The disheveled cultivator’s expression was indifferent: "Moreover, if there were no benefits, would Senior Brother think he’d do such meaningless work? Perhaps there are significant benefits, so I plan to follow and investigate."

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