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第五卷 天云十二州 第九百五十一章 古怪的云雾

An hour later, Lin Xuan arrived at the Vast Smoke Pavilion. After presenting his identity token, he was respectfully led in by a beautiful female cultivator of the Condensation Core stage.

Lin Xuan looked around at the magnificent building. This was the first time he had come to one of the city’s important places, so he naturally felt a bit curious.

"Ha ha, Daoist friend Lin has arrived. Please have a seat."

A kind voice greeted him, and turning his head, Lin Xuan saw an elderly man in white robes with a youthful appearance and a crane-like figure.

His cultivation was also not weak; he was actually a late-stage Core Formation cultivator. His eyes flickered with divine light as he opened and closed them. Although his realm had yet to break through, it could be said that one foot was already in the later stage.

Although Lin Xuan hadn’t met him before, from his cultivation alone, he could easily deduce the identity of this person.

"Grand Elder," Lin Xuan greeted with a bow.

"Haha, there’s no need for such formalities. Please sit down."

The old man stroked his beard and smiled slightly.

Originally, he was quite displeased about the clever monk taking matters into his own hands without permission. However, after observing him for these few days, this person had indeed shown no unusual actions, and his identity had been confirmed.

Although his origins were mysterious, he was definitely not a cultivator from Yunzhou. This alone was enough to make him a suitable outsider, with no reason to harm the city.

Lin Xuan nodded and sat down on a chair. A maidservant promptly served him some fragrant tea. Taking a sip, Lin Xuan found it quite good, but his purpose for coming wasn’t just to drink: "Grand Elder, may I ask..."

"Daoist friend, there’s no need to rush. Once Daoist Fang arrives, I will tell you both," the old man said with a smile.

"Daoist Fang?" Lin Xuan’s heart skipped a beat as he caught a glimpse of something unusual in his eyes. Could it be that same Daoist Fang who had joined the city?

The Daoist Fang smiled and continued: "Both of your intentions are commendable, so I will come straight to the point. In the southern part of this city lies Yunling Mountain, which stretches for miles and has quite a bit of qi. Although it’s not suitable for establishing a cave dwelling, there are many rare flowers and strange plants, as well as some beasts that reproduce there. The strongest among them is no more than the third stage."

"Both of you should know that this city is a gathering place for scattered cultivators. Apart from those assigned to specific duties who receive some offerings annually, other cultivators must find their own resources for cultivation. Thus, many Core Formation and Foundation Establishment cultivators venture there every year," Lin Xuan nodded in agreement.

This wasn’t strange at all; for cultivators, the most important thing after seclusion was finding various heavenly treasures and earthly materials.

After all, cultivation resources were just as crucial to them as spiritual roots. Back when he was young, his资质 had been abysmal, but with the help of medicinal pills, his cultivation had still progressed smoothly.

Scattered cultivators had no tree to take shelter under, so they could only seek out various heavenly treasures and earthly materials on their own.

"Although Yunling Mountain doesn’t have any extremely rare treasures, it’s abundant in ordinary spiritual herbs. The beasts there are mostly of low levels, making it a fruitful place for lower-stage cultivators. However, not long ago, strange fog suddenly appeared, and all the Daoists who entered vanished without a trace. Initially, the fog emerged from a small hill but has since spread to cover half of Yunling Mountain."

"Have any city officials investigated this?" Lin Xuan asked.

Of course there had been. The Grand Elder shook his head with a bitter smile: "Initially, we didn’t pay much attention when someone reported it because such toxic mists are not uncommon in spiritual mountains. However, things became strange later on. Even if the fog contained powerful creatures, hundreds of cultivators shouldn’t have all perished; no survivors returned. So, we sent a five-person team of enforcers led by Master Nephew Ma, who was at late-stage Core Formation. But after less than an hour, their life talismans shattered."

Lin Xuan was taken aback. Life talismans were special magical tools that could establish a connection once recognized. If the owner perished, the talisman would shatter as well.

"Grand Elder, you called us here for," Lin Xuan said with a frown, somewhat displeased.

Although Daoist Fang didn’t say anything, his face turned grim.

After all, although they weren’t sure what was in the fog, its danger was evident.

As an honorary grand elder of White Stone City, Lin Xuan wasn’t unwilling to lend a hand, but he had one condition: it needed to be relatively easy. The strange fog had already claimed hundreds of lives, and Lin Xuan didn’t have much interest in investigating further.

Seeing their expressions, the Grand Elder knew what they were thinking. He sighed: "I know this mission is dangerous, but none of the deceased cultivators reached beyond Core Formation stage. Their abilities can’t compare to yours. If you two work together, there shouldn’t be any major issues. Of course, I won’t let you go for nothing. If this task is completed within a century and unless the city faces a life-and-death crisis, both of you will be able to enjoy your offerings without handling any mundane affairs."

"Ah?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow; it was a good offer, but he wouldn’t agree easily.

Daoist Fang remained silent, his expression cold.

The Grand Elder was annoyed. A few embarrassed expressions flashed across his face before quickly fading: "If the two of you think this condition isn’t enough, feel free to make more requests. As long as they are within our capabilities, the city will do its best to fulfill them."

This was exactly what Lin Xuan had been waiting for.

Since the demon infant隐患 hadn’t been completely resolved, his current focus was on the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique. The last time he tried condensing a demonic core, it failed because the Poison Dragon Tea no longer worked on him. Lin Xuan urgently needed new body-building pills to assist with his cultivation.

Over these days, he had already visited White Stone City several times—fairs, underground auctions, and rare treasures were plentiful, but there weren’t any suitable for his needs.

Seeing this as an opportunity, Lin Xuan was ready to make a big request: "Daoist friend, I don’t have many requirements. I just need some body-building pills that are beneficial to Core Formation cultivators. If you can provide two or three, I won’t mind going on this mission."

The white-robed old man looked surprised: "Did I hear correctly? Daoist friend really wants a Core Formation stage body-building pill formula?"

It was indeed strange; although there were many schools of cultivation, most focused on magical power and magical treasures. Only those who cultivated beasts or some Buddhist sects would exercise their bodies. Although Lin Xuan’s abilities hadn’t been seen before, the qi fluctuations revealed him to be a genuine Daoist. He had never heard that Daoist cultivators practiced body-building.

"What you need is for your own reasons," Lin Xuan said again with a hint of dissatisfaction through his mind.

"There’s no problem; we can provide several pill formulas. Of course, they are not available now, but I will give them to you upon your return," the old man promised.

"Very well." Lin Xuan agreed without hesitation. He trusted that the old man wouldn’t break his word: "Daoist friend, if this is so straightforward, I’ll take on this mission."

Although the changes in Yunling Mountain were likely significant, taking a risk for the sake of pill formulas was worth it. After experiencing many storms, Lin Xuan didn’t believe he would be caught off guard.

The real concern was his teammate. This was also an opportunity to eliminate him. If something happened in the fog, no one would suspect anything, and the excuse was perfect.

With the隐患 removed, he could return with the pill formulas and continue his cultivation. Such a win-win situation was hard to refuse, so Lin Xuan agreed generously.

The old man nodded satisfactorily: "Daoist Fang, what do you need?"

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