Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 62 The Mysterious Egg
Leaving Wanbaolou, Lin Fan hurried, his steps nimble and agile, like a free-swimming fish, weaving effortlessly through the crisscrossing streets of Tainan Market. His gaze, sharp and precise like a hawk's, quickly locked onto his target amidst the numerous shop signs, and without hesitation, he entered each shop of varying sizes.

Whenever he entered a shop, Lin Fan would head straight for the medicinal herbs section. With a keen eye, he relied on his profound knowledge of medicinal herbs to carefully examine each herb, accurately judging its age and quality. Once he found one that met his needs, he would immediately engage in a fierce, back-and-forth bargaining with the shopkeeper.

In a sizable herbal medicine shop, Lin Fan immediately fell in love with a vintage purple heart orchid. Its leaves had distinct veins, a faint purple glow, and a lingering aura, making it a rare treasure. After some clever maneuvering and excellent negotiation skills, he finally secured it at a reasonable price.

Lin Fan meticulously selected from shop to shop, never slacking off. As he acquired more and more spiritual herbs, the amount of spirit stones he spent gradually accumulated. Eventually, hundreds of low-level spirit stones passed through his hands, in exchange for several precious spiritual herbs, both seedlings and seeds.

He carefully placed these spiritual medicines in a specially made spiritual plant box, and arranged an exquisite magic array inside the box to preserve the spiritual energy and activity of the spiritual medicines, ensuring that they would not be damaged by external factors.

Lin Fan had browsed all the shops in Tainan Market, finding a lot of things. As he left the market, his spiritual energy suddenly surged, instantly transforming into a dazzling red light that streaked across the sky like a meteor, speeding towards the market on Spirit Beast Mountain.

Along the way, the wind whistled past my ears, the mountains and rivers passed by quickly beneath my body, and the scenery flashed by like a phantom, which was dazzling.

Half a month passed in a flash, and Lin Fan's figure slowly stopped at the foot of a majestic mountain range. Before him was the market town of Spirit Beast Mountain.

Built against the backdrop of a mountain, this market cleverly capitalizes on the natural beauty of the surrounding landscape, with its diverse architectural forms scattered throughout. Tall towers, with their flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, gleam with an ancient luster in the sunlight, whispering a story of time. The magnificent palaces, with their ascending white marble tiers and gleaming glazed tiles, embody a remarkable grandeur.

And then there were the stone houses, simple yet unique. The seemingly random stacking of stones embodied a natural charm. The entire market seemed to blend seamlessly with the mountains, radiating a unique vitality and energy amidst the beautiful landscape. Lin Fan gazed at the scene before him, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes, and he set off towards the market.

Lin Fan strolled leisurely through the Spirit Beast Mountain Market, his gaze drifting between the various shops. After a brief circle, he stopped in front of the most conspicuous shop—the Spirit Beast Pavilion.

The Spirit Beast Pavilion before us is like a magnificent palace with high eaves, carved railings and jade bricks. It exudes a solemn and luxurious atmosphere, which makes people feel awe.

Lin Fan stepped into the door and saw an extremely spacious hall. The space was so open that it could easily accommodate hundreds of people without feeling crowded.

Hundreds of moonstones were meticulously inlaid throughout the hall's ceiling. These moonstones varied in size, yet all emitted a soft, luminous light, illuminating the entire hall like daylight, revealing every detail. The interweaving of these lights created a dreamlike aura, creating a sense of tranquility and awe, as if one were immersed in a sea of ​​moonlight.

The hall was a constant stream of cultivators coming and going. Some gathered in groups of two or three, conversing in low, focused voices about the characteristics and prices of various spirit beasts. Others wandered alone, pausing to examine the spirit beast displays, their eyes gleaming with scrutiny and contemplation.

Exquisite scrolls are hung on the surrounding walls, vividly depicting various rare and magical beasts, from magical birds soaring in the sky to auspicious beasts galloping in the mountains and forests. Every stroke is outlined in great detail, as if these magical beasts will jump out of the paintings at any time.

In the hall, several attendants in formal robes shuttled back and forth, constantly attentive to the needs of the cultivators within. At this moment, an attendant in a blue robe noticed Lin Fan, who had just entered, and immediately walked forward with a steady and polite pace.

This attendant looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, his face youthful yet radiating a keen spirit. He was tall and straight, with dark hair tied back, a few strands falling on either side of his face, adding a touch of agility. A faint ripple of spiritual energy emanated from him, revealing his cultivation level to be at the eighth level of Qi training.

He wore a perfectly composed smile, his eyes filled with enthusiasm and respect. He bowed slightly and saluted Lin Fan, saying, "Senior, may I know what you may need? I will be happy to serve you."

Without a word, Lin Fan reached into his bosom and pulled out a jade slip. He handed it to the blue-robed attendant in front of him with a swift and decisive movement. His tone was calm yet revealed an unquestionable authority. "Everything I need is recorded in this jade slip. Please check it yourself."

The attendant quickly took the jade slip with both hands, and a wisp of spiritual energy flowed into it through his fingertips. Instantly, his gaze fixed, a hint of surprise crossing his face. The items listed within the jade slip surprisingly contained over a hundred different spiritual herbs. A closer look revealed a special note stating that any seedling, mature herb, or even just seeds would be acceptable.

The attendant thought to himself, "It's a good thing there's this note, otherwise gathering so many mature spiritual herbs would be incredibly difficult. This way, we can mix more."

Not long after, the attendant hurried back, still with that respectful smile on his face, but there was a little sweat on his forehead, and it was obvious that he had been in a hurry on this trip.

"Senior, most of your spiritual medicines are relatively rare and belong to the unpopular category, so there are only seven or eight kinds here, and this includes seedlings and seeds." The attendant bowed slightly, with a hint of apology in his tone.

"No problem. Just get me as many spirit stones as I need." Lin Fan looked calm, not showing any dissatisfaction because the quantity did not meet his expectations. His tone remained steady.

"Yes, Senior," the attendant replied, then turned and hurried away. A moment later, he carefully returned, carrying an exquisite wooden box. Inside, neatly arranged were seven or eight spiritual herbs, either seedlings or seeds. Each one exuded a faint spiritual energy. The attendant gently placed the box on a nearby table and said, "Senior, these spiritual herbs cost a total of three hundred and fifty low-level spirit stones."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan unhesitatingly pulled out four mid-level spirit stones from his storage bag and handed them to the attendant. The attendant quickly took them with both hands, his face filled with gratitude and respect.

"Thank you, Senior," the attendant said, quickly walking towards the counter. He expertly opened the drawer, took out fifty low-level spirit stones, and hurried back to Lin Fan.

"Senior, this is the spirit stone I'm looking for you. Please keep it." The servant bowed slightly and presented the spirit stone with both hands. His expression was focused and serious, and his eyes showed respect for Lin Fan.

Lin Fan nodded, took the spirit stone, and casually put it into his storage bag. He then carefully put away the wooden box containing the spirit medicine and prepared to leave.

Lin Fan didn't let his limited gains from the Spirit Beast Pavilion stop him. He resolutely journeyed through the streets and alleys of the market, entering each shop one by one. His eyes eagerly searched the shelves filled with various spiritual objects, not missing any corner that might contain spiritual medicine.

However, perhaps due to bad luck, after visiting several shops in succession, he didn't even receive a single spiritual herb he needed. Every time he walked out of a shop, Lin Fan's expression was slightly solemn, but the determination in his eyes never diminished in the slightest.

He thought to himself, "The seven major sects have profound heritage. Although I can't expect all of them to help me prepare the spiritual medicines needed for the pill formula, if a few of them can help me prepare seven or eight kinds, it would be a big progress." Thinking of this, Lin Fan cheered up and continued to walk towards the next shop. His steps were steady and powerful, as if he was declaring his determination on this unknown road of cultivation.

Lin Fan walked into a shop specializing in spirit beast eggs. The shop was filled with a faint spiritual charm. Various spirit beast eggs were displayed on special shelves, emitting a mysterious glow.

The moment he stepped into the shop, the Qiankun Creation Cauldron in his dantian vibrated without warning. This sudden movement startled Lin Fan, but he remained impassive. His years of cultivation experience helped him calm down quickly, and he pretended to look around the shop as if nothing had happened.

Lin Fan walked slowly past the shelves, his gaze sweeping over each spirit beast egg. After a moment, he suddenly stopped in front of a fist-sized egg. The egg was a pale yellow, its surface smooth as a mirror, and a soft, hazy glow shone through it.

The moment his gaze fixed on the egg, the Qiankun Creation Cauldron in his dantian vibrated once more, and this time, the vibrations became even more rapid, as if eagerly conveying some message to Lin Fan. Lin Fan's heart trembled, realizing that this seemingly ordinary goose-yellow spirit beast egg must be something extraordinary.

Lin Fan raised his hand and gently beckoned. A waiter, who had been waiting for a long time, keeping a close eye on the customers, immediately stepped forward with a broad smile on his face. "Senior, may I ask what you need?" The waiter's voice was filled with just the right amount of enthusiasm and respect.

Lin Fan's expression was calm. He extended his finger and slowly pointed at the goose-yellow egg, asking, "What kind of monster's egg is this?"

"Please wait a moment, senior. Let me take a look," the waiter quickly replied. He then carefully lifted the egg from the shelf and examined it closely. He narrowed his eyes, muttering something to himself. A faint wisp of spiritual energy flowed from his fingertips and gently penetrated the egg.

After a moment, a hint of confusion crossed the waiter's face, as if he had encountered something difficult to interpret. But he quickly adjusted his demeanor, looked at Lin Fan respectfully again, and said, "Senior, I'm truly sorry. This egg is quite peculiar. Based on our current records and my abilities, I'm having trouble determining what kind of monster it is. However, we have a rule: if you discover any issues with this egg after purchasing it, you can return it within three days for a refund."

"How many spirit stones does this monster egg cost? I'll take it if the price is right." Lin Fan's eyes were still fixed on the goose yellow egg, his expression unchanged, as he asked calmly.

"Senior, five hundred low-level spirit stones. Here is the price tag." The guy said, pointing to an inconspicuous little jade plate next to the egg, on which the price was clearly engraved.

"Okay, take another spirit beast bag. How many spirit stones are there in total?" Lin Fan continued without any hesitation.

"Senior, a total of 550 spirit stones." The clerk responded quickly, with a hint of joy in his eyes. If this deal goes through, he can get a lot of commission.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan, without a word, raised his hand and pulled out six mid-level spirit stones from his storage bag and handed them over. Seeing this, the clerk hurriedly took them with both hands, his face full of smiles, and thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you for your patronage, senior. We will serve you wholeheartedly."

Afterwards, the clerk carefully handed the monster egg to Lin Fan with both hands, and then took out a small and exquisite bag from under the counter, which contained fifty low-level spirit stones, and handed it to Lin Fan: "Senior, this is the spirit stones for you, please keep them." Lin Fan nodded, calmly took the monster egg and the change, put them away properly, and then turned and left the store.

(End of this chapter)