Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 55: Sweeping the Immortal Cultivation Supplies
Next, Lin Fan plunged into the Tianxing Sect's market. The stalls were densely packed, one next to the other, and the sounds of shouting and bargaining echoed incessantly, creating a bustling atmosphere.

With a strong desire to improve his strength, Lin Fan shuttled between the stalls, and a busy shopping journey began.

He first came to the stall selling specialized materials, scanned the dazzling array of goods carefully, and carefully selected stacks of talisman paper of excellent quality.

The texture of these talisman papers was very delicate. Looking closely, one could see that spiritual energy was flowing through them. Lin Fan thought that they would definitely come in handy when drawing talismans in the future.

Then, he bought several jars of brightly colored cinnabar. The rich aroma of cinnabar filled his nose, as if whispering that they would play an irreplaceable and key role in the process of drawing talismans.

Afterwards, Lin Fan strolled over to the area selling spiritual plants. With his sharp eyes, he didn't miss a single spiritual herb seedling, screening each one one by one, picking out all the varieties not yet included in his storage bag, and even buying the corresponding spiritual herb seeds.

These spiritual plants are very likely to become rare materials for refining elixirs in the future, and they will undoubtedly be indispensable assistants in his path of cultivation.

Lin Fan's pace slowed down as he reached the ancient books section of the market town. He gently flipped through the immortal cultivation tomes one by one, his fingertips caressing the yellowed pages, as if he could touch the wisdom accumulated over the years.

He was overjoyed and put all the books covering cultivation experience, spiritual plant pharmacology, rune formations, etc. into his pocket.

Finally, Lin Fan stopped in front of a stall selling spell manuals. The sheer number of manuals on the stall was dizzying, but his eyes were instantly drawn to a mid-level manual that exuded an ancient aura.

Flipping it open, he discovered several exquisitely detailed mid-level spells, each of which captivated him. After some intense bargaining, Lin Fan gritted his teeth, pulled out a thousand low-level spirit stones from his storage bag, and solemnly placed the book in his pocket.

The path of cultivation during the Foundation Establishment stage was far more difficult and complex than that of the Qi Condensation stage. Take, for example, intermediate-level talismans. While their power was astonishing and could turn the tide in battle once unleashed, the success rate of their creation plummeted.

He could no longer squander his talismans recklessly during battles like he did during the Qi Training Stage, throwing down several at once. From now on, Lin Fan would only use these intermediate talismans as his trump cards, revealing their power only in critical moments of life and death.

Lin Fan was in high spirits after returning from the Tianxing Sect Market with a bountiful harvest. He was thinking about giving himself a treat. He scanned the bustling streets and quickly spotted the magnificent restaurant on the corner.

This restaurant has carved beams and painted buildings, flying eaves and brackets, and the vermilion lacquered pillars are wrapped with lifelike spiritual patterns, emitting a faint glow, and an air of wealth and luxury fills the air.

As I stepped into the restaurant, a warm atmosphere, laden with the aroma of various delicacies, filled my nostrils. The restaurant was bustling with diners, some chatting animatedly, others tucking into their food.

The waiter was sharp-eyed and immediately came forward with a smile on his face. He led Lin Fan to a private seat by the window and handed him an exquisite menu made of spiritual-patterned animal skin.

Lin Fan casually swiped his finger across the menu. The sheer number of dishes was overwhelming, offering a wide variety of spiritual delicacies. As a former Earthling, even if he wasn't a gourmet, the delicacies of the mortal world couldn't help but surface in his mind.

With this in mind, he ordered a few dishes that seemed ordinary but actually contained hidden ingenuity, such as rice cooked with spiritual grains, each grain of which was plump and translucent, with a warm luster; and a dish of stir-fried spiritual vegetables, which were picked from spiritual fields, fresh and tender, with a natural sweetness in the mouth.

Soon, steaming hot dishes arrived. The rice cooked with this magical rice was incredibly fragrant! Each steaming grain was plump and glossy, gleaming with an alluring sheen. As soon as it arrived, the rich aroma of rice filled the air, tantalizingly tempting.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and couldn't wait to scoop up a spoonful and put it into his mouth. The soft and chewy texture instantly bloomed on the tip of his tongue. The rice aroma was wrapped in wisps of spiritual energy, sliding down his throat and warming his heart.

The dishes meticulously prepared with spiritual herbs and monster meat are truly exceptional. A plate of stir-fried monster tenderloin with spiritual herbs reveals the juicy, tender tenderloin perfectly complemented by the fresh, tender herbs. The first bite is filled with the refreshing crispness of the spiritual herbs, tinged with a natural sweetness, followed by the rich, fresh aroma of the monster meat. The meat is firm yet tender, and every texture is imbued with the fragrance of the spiritual herbs and the rich flavor of the secret sauce, creating a magical sparkle between the teeth.

Then there was the monster meat and mushroom soup. The milky white broth was thick and fragrant, the chunks of monster meat cooked to a tender, flavorful consistency that melted in your mouth. The mushrooms absorbed the meaty aroma, becoming soft and dense. A bite of it burst with juice. Lin Fan devoured it with gusto, his eyes widening, his tongue dancing wildly in his mouth, nearly swallowing his own tongue.

"This tastes much better than what the five-star chefs in my previous life made!" Lin Fan muttered incoherently as he wolfed down his food.

The ingredients of the Immortal Cultivation Realm inherently contain spiritual energy, and after being expertly prepared by the restaurant's chef, their flavor was brought to its peak. This meal left Lin Fan completely satisfied, exclaiming how incredibly enjoyable it was. It felt as if every cell in his body was immersed in this feast of delicious food, and his fatigue and worries instantly vanished without a trace.

After having a satisfying meal and a few drinks, Lin Fan leaned back in his chair comfortably, thinking that it was rare to be able to relax like this, so he didn't mind spending some time like this. He raised his hand to call the waiter and ordered a pot of the store's signature spiritual tea.

In a moment, the waiter trotted over, his hands steady, carrying an exquisite tea tray. On the tray, a simple purple clay teapot emanated wisps of steam, the aroma of tea lingering in the air. With deft technique, the waiter poured the amber-colored tea into the small cup, and the steam, carrying the rich aroma, instantly filled the air.

Lin Fan took a sip. The spiritual tea tasted light and sweet at first, and then a burst of spiritual energy exploded on the tip of his tongue, slowly flowing down his throat. Warmth flowed throughout his body, and the feeling of fatigue was swept away.

In this leisurely atmosphere, the chatter of the restaurant's diners reached Lin Fan's ears. A few burly men at the neighboring table, having enjoyed three rounds of drinks, were in high spirits, gossiping with gusto, "Did you hear? Wang Wu's beautiful wife ran off with a mysterious monk who was passing by a few days ago! That monk was brimming with spiritual energy, clearly no ordinary person. Who knows how he managed to bewitch Wang Wu's wife to such a trance. Poor Wang Wu, he's lost both his wife and his money!"

At another table, several well-dressed young men were also chatting away. "Hey, that kid Zhang Qian is really lucky! A few days ago, he won a thousand taels of silver in a single game of poker at the gambling house, making everyone else jealous. I heard he went to the red-light district that same day to have fun and spent all his money."

Others were discussing strange news from the world of immortal cultivation. "The market has been bustling lately. There's a young cultivator in the Qi training stage who, out of nowhere, has found a golden opportunity. In just a few days, his cultivation has skyrocketed, and he's even broken through two realms. How could such a good thing happen to him?"

Lin Fan smiled, sipping his spiritual tea as he listened to these trivial gossips with great interest. In this restaurant, filled with the atmosphere of everyday life, the various aspects of the lives of the immortal cultivators were on full display, allowing him to feel that the world of immortal cultivation, beyond its brutal training and intrigue, also had a humane side.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the sunset glow spread across the horizon like brocade. Lin Fan saw that it was getting late, stretched himself, and raised his hand to call the waiter, "Waiter, check out."

The waiter, beaming, trotted over, the rag tied around his waist swinging with his movements. "Sir, your meal, including the spiritual tea, will cost a total of five low-level spirit stones."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan reached into his storage bag, groping among the pile of spirit stones with his fingertips. He quickly pulled out five low-level spirit stones, each of a warm color and brimming with spiritual energy, and placed them steadily on the table. The waiter, quick-witted and quick-handed, snatched the spirit stones away, saying with gratitude, "Thank you for your patronage. We welcome you back anytime!"

Lin Fan nodded slightly, stood up, straightened his clothes, and looked around at the bustling restaurant, his heart filled with satisfaction. Then, he turned and walked towards the market exit.

The market was still ablaze with lights, bustling with people. The spiritual objects on the stalls glowed with various colors, and the sounds of shouting, chatting, and laughing intertwined.

Lin Fan walked steadily along the familiar street, passing by a stall selling spiritual plants. The spiritual herbs swayed gently in the night, as if bidding him farewell. In the shop selling magic tools, lights flickered, and the owner was still enthusiastically soliciting business.

Soon, Lin Fan arrived at the market's exit. He turned back and took a deep look at this bustling place, thinking to himself that this trip to the market had yielded a lot of results. Now it was time to devote himself to cultivation and improve his strength. With these thoughts, he strode out of the market, his figure gradually disappearing into the night.

(End of this chapter)