Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 78: Dan Jin Ceremony (Part )

Seeing that Huadaowu had already presented their gift, representatives from the Giant Sword Sect, the Qingxu Sect, and the Tianque Fortress followed suit. A representative from the Giant Sword Sect strode onto the stage, clutching a lustrous piece of dark black iron in both hands. The iron, nearly half a man's height, was faintly etched with mysterious runes, making it clear at a glance that it was no ordinary item. "Fellow Daoist Lin, this iron was accidentally found by our Giant Sword Sect in an extremely cold land. It's incredibly hard and is an excellent material for refining magical weapons. I hope you will accept it."

The Qingxu Sect's representative was an elderly man dressed in plain robes. His figure was graceful, resembling an immortal. He held a jade talisman emitting a soft white light. He slowly approached Lin Fan and said softly, "Fellow Daoist Lin, this jade talisman was painstakingly crafted by an elder of our sect over several years. Wearing it will help you concentrate your mind and resist the demons of your heart during cultivation."

The representative of Tianque Fort was a burly man. He carried a precious bow with spiritual patterns and strode onto the platform. "Haha, Fellow Daoist Lin, look at this precious bow of mine! This is one of the treasures of Tianque Fort. The arrows shot from it have a spiritual amplification effect, making them incredibly powerful. It will help you overcome all obstacles on your path to immortality!"

Not to be outdone, representatives from various immortal cultivation families brought their prepared precious elixirs, magic weapons, spiritual materials, etc. to the platform. In a moment, the platform was filled with all kinds of rare treasures, gleaming with light and overflowing with spiritual energy.

After the gifts were presented, Sect Leader Li Xuan spoke again with a solemn expression, "Today is not only Senior-Master Lin Fan's Core Formation Ceremony, but also an opportunity for my Huangfeng Valley to connect with all of you fellow Daoists." He scanned the entire audience, his eyes brimming with wisdom and authority, "The path to immortality is long, and we, the various sects and families, should support each other and make progress together.

"Master Lin Fan's successful Core Formation is not only a personal honor for him, but also a joyous occasion for our Yellow Maple Valley. I hope that through today's exchange, we can enhance mutual understanding and cooperation, and work together to overcome difficulties in this ever-changing world of immortal cultivation."

Everyone in the audience nodded in agreement with Sect Leader Li Xuan's words. At this moment, Lin Fan stood on the podium, gazing at the numerous cultivators below, a flood of emotion welling up in his heart. He knew that his achievements today were inseparable from the cultivation of Yellow Maple Valley and the support of his fellow cultivators.

As Sect Leader Li Xuan finished his words, graceful maids began to shuttle among the guests, their hands clutching delicate teacups. Vapors of spiritual tea lingered within, their fragrance lingering, instantly filling the entire venue. Everyone took the cups and gently sipped. The rich aroma spread across their tongues, while spiritual energy flowed down their throats, seeping into their bodies and souls, invigorating them.

In this relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, everyone opened up and began to exchange insights from their cultivation. Some shared their own remarkable experiences in breaking through minor realms, and mentioned how to skillfully guide spiritual energy to flow through the meridians, thus successfully breaking through bottlenecks.

Some recounted thrilling encounters in their search for rare spiritual materials, the moments of discovering them in desperate situations still vivid in their minds. The atmosphere was incredibly lively, with people chatting away, sometimes engaging in heated discussions, sometimes lost in brief contemplation over a brilliant insight.

Before they knew it, the topic had turned to Lin Fan. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, their eyes filled with anticipation. Under their eager gaze, Lin Fan stood up, his posture erect and his expression calm. He cleared his throat and spoke slowly, "I am grateful for your kindness and the opportunity to share my cultivation experience with you."

"When I first entered the world of immortal cultivation, I was just an unknown young Qi cultivator. Like you, I harbored a yearning for greater power. During my initial stages of cultivation, I deeply understood the importance of laying a solid foundation. Every time I absorbed spiritual energy, I strived to achieve perfection, allowing it to flow smoothly and steadily through my meridians. Just like building a tall building, only with a solid foundation can you build higher and higher."

"I was once confused about choosing a technique. But I gradually realized that the best technique is the one that suits me. By chance, I obtained the 'Nine Revolutions Sword Technique'. This technique is perfectly compatible with my spiritual roots, and I can achieve twice the result with half the effort when practicing it. Therefore, when choosing a technique, don't blindly follow the trend; be sure to consider your own unique characteristics."

"Also, actual combat is key to improving my strength. I've ventured deep into the Blood Forbidden Land, battling ferocious monsters and sinister cultivators for dear life. Through these perilous battles, I've learned how to flexibly utilize my spiritual energy, how to calmly analyze situations and find opportunities for survival in desperate situations. Every battle is a challenge and a test of myself."

Lin Fan spoke eloquently, and the audience listened with rapt attention. From time to time, some nodded slightly, as if they found resonance in Lin Fan's words; others seemed to be lost in thought, clearly inspired. When Lin Fan finished, the audience erupted in thunderous applause, their admiration for him evident.

The exchange continued in a lively atmosphere, everyone immersed in sharing their insights into cultivation. An idea suddenly struck Lin Fan, and taking advantage of the lively conversation, he stood up and suggested, "Fellow Daoists, it's a rare opportunity for us to gather together today. I'm thinking of holding a private exchange, exchanging goods. Everyone can take what they need, which will not only help them revitalize their resources, but also perhaps contribute to their respective paths of cultivation. What do you all think?"

At first, everyone was stunned by this proposal, but then their eyes flashed with surprise and anticipation. Several Jindan-stage cultivators from the seven sects nodded in agreement, finding the idea both novel and practical. Immediately, everyone gathered in a circle, and a unique private exchange began. Lin Fan was the first to take out his own items, carefully removing three thousand-year-old spiritual herbs from his storage bag. The appearance of these three spiritual herbs immediately drew a wave of astonishment from the crowd.

Their entire bodies radiated a soft fluorescence, and the veins on their leaves were clear, as if flowing with the spirit fluid of life. A rich medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air, inviting everyone to take a few deep breaths, feeling refreshed. Then, Lin Fan poured out dozens of mid-level spirit stones. The spirit stones, piled together, shimmered with an alluring luster and emitted pure spiritual energy fluctuations.

Lin Fan looked around, his eyes sweeping across everyone's faces. His expression was sincere and full of anticipation as he said, "To be honest, I'm preparing to refine my own magical treasure, and I'm in urgent need of various materials. I also want to enrich the variety of rare spiritual herbs in my spiritual fields. If you have seedlings or seeds of rare spiritual herbs, I'd appreciate it if you were willing to share them."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in understanding and immediately took action. For a moment, light flickered, and spiritual energy surged. Some cultivators pulled out glowing ores from their storage bags and gently placed them on the table. Runes appeared on the surface of the ores, exuding a mysterious aura. Others held out small, exquisite jade boxes. Within them lay the seedlings of rare spiritual herbs, their leaves adorned with shimmering dewdrops, gleaming with spiritual light in the dim light.

Lin Fan's attention was immediately drawn to the items on display, as he carefully selected and selected them. He picked up a piece of magical material that shone with a metallic sheen. It felt cool to the touch, and after examining it carefully, his eyes filled with admiration. He then glanced at the young medicinal herb seedling nearby. Its shape and the fluctuations of its spiritual energy indicated its rarity.

Bargaining was inevitable during the transaction. Lin Fan exchanged words with a cultivator holding a magical weapon's materials, their words displaying sincerity and wisdom. "Brother, this material is indeed precious, but the thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng I have is equally rare and greatly beneficial to improving my cultivation. How about trading it for this material, plus a few mid-level spirit stones?" The cultivator frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then nodded in agreement.

After a busy period, Lin Fan successfully obtained three long-sought magical weapon ingredients. The materials' textures and spiritual properties perfectly matched his vision for refining magical weapons. He also harvested over a dozen rare and precious medicinal seedlings or seeds, previously unknown to him. These seedlings and seeds, bearing vitality and hope, were sure to thrive in his spiritual fields and fuel his cultivation.

Lin Fan carefully placed the exchanged items into his storage bag, feeling a sense of accomplishment. This exchange far exceeded his expectations. Not only did it solve his immediate problem, but it also broadened his horizons through communication with other cultivators, accumulating valuable experience for his subsequent cultivation and exploration.

The atmosphere at the exchange meeting was incredibly lively from beginning to end, lasting for several hours. Everyone was immersed in the fun and opportunities of bartering, sometimes arguing for their desired items, and sometimes laughing heartily when they reached an agreement.

Lin Fan had reaped a rich harvest during this period. Not only had he gathered several key ingredients for refining his own magical treasure, but he had also found seedlings and seeds of rare spiritual herbs, which made him look forward to a bountiful harvest from his spiritual fields in the future.

As time went on, everyone completed their transactions one by one, carrying their respective spoils with satisfaction. As the sky gradually darkened and dusk quietly fell, everyone got up and said goodbye.

First, a burly monk from the Giant Sword Sect came with his hands tightly holding the precious books he had exchanged. He bowed to Lin Fan and said with a smile: "Friend Lin, we have gained a lot from today's exchange. If there are such grand events in the future, don't forget to call me!" After that, he stretched out his body and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

The woman from Huadaowu carefully put the newly acquired spiritual materials into her bag, walked up to Lin Fan, and bowed slightly: "Brother Lin, thank you for organizing this exchange meeting. I look forward to seeing you next time." Then, she displayed her unique body skills and disappeared into the night like a ghost.

Representatives from various immortal cultivation families also came forward to say goodbye, some expressing gratitude, and some promising to meet again. They transformed into streaks of light and afterimages, dispersing in all directions.

Lin Fan gazed at the gradually emptying venue, a surge of emotion filling his heart. This exchange was not only a means of exchanging resources, but also a bond for the exchange of insights among cultivators. He knew that on this long and arduous path to immortality, such exchanges and cooperation would be a vital support for his continued progress. Taking a deep breath of the crisp night air, Lin Fan turned and strode towards his cave, ready to devote himself fully to the next stage of cultivation and preparation.

(End of this chapter)