Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 86 Return to Wanbao Tower (I)

Concentrating so intently on refining a magical instrument for such a long time took an unimaginable toll on his spirit. Lin Fan felt as if his mind were stretched to the limit, like a bowstring ready to snap at the slightest strain. Every thought was shrouded in exhaustion, and his consciousness became somewhat hazy.

He knew that continuing to refine his natal magic weapon in this state would have a very small chance of success, and even the slightest mistake could lead to unforeseen dangers. So, he made a decisive decision to rest for a while and wait until he had recovered to his peak condition before refining his natal magic weapon.

He raised his hand, spiritual energy surging from his fingertips. He expertly cast a series of profound spells, dispelling the magic circle in the refining room. As the magic circle's light gradually dimmed, Lin Fan took a deep breath and stepped out of the underground refining room. Once outside, his spiritual energy surged, instantly transforming into a dazzling, eye-piercing streak of light, hurtling towards his cave at an extremely fast speed.

The fleeting light of his escape flashed by, and the scenery of mountains and rivers along the way flashed by like a rapidly rewinding phantom. In a matter of moments, Lin Fan was back in his familiar cave. He dragged his body, feeling heavy as if it were filled with lead, into the bedroom, not even having time to change his clothes before collapsing headfirst onto the bed. Almost as soon as he touched the bed, he fell into a deep sleep, his snoring becoming increasingly loud.

Lin Fan slept exceptionally soundly. Several days passed in a flash, and his face, once pale from overwork, gradually regained its color. Finally, Lin Fan slowly awoke and sat up in bed, his face bright and energetic. He stretched his muscles, and his joints crackled softly. He exuded a renewed energy, as if fully prepared for the impending refining of his natal magic weapon.

Lin Fan, dressed in a plain robe, sat quietly in the cave hall. His gaze gently fell on the exquisite spiritual porcelain tea set on the table. He raised his hand to pick up the spiritual spring water nearby and poured it into the spiritual fire to boil. Soon, the spiritual spring water was boiling, and the steam was thick, like a dreamy veil that filled the air.

He extended his slender fingers, gently pinched a handful of "Cui Yun Ling Xiang" tea, and placed it in the teapot. This tea, a gift from Wanbaolou's owner, Liu Ruyan, was tightly bound and emerald green. Even before brewing, a fresh, elegant fragrance wafted from it, like a gentle breeze through the mountains, refreshing the heart. As the boiling spiritual spring water poured in, the tea leaves tumbled and expanded in the water, like new buds breaking through the soil in spring, flourishing.

Instantly, the fragrance of tea permeated the air. Lin Fan gently lifted his wrist and slowly poured the tea into the cup. The tea was clear and bright, with a faint green sheen, like a spring. He took a sip, and the tea was first greeted by a burst of refreshing delight, like the first rays of spring sunshine, warm and comforting. This was followed by a lingering sweetness, a mellow flavor, and a lingering fragrance that left a lasting impression. This "Emerald Rhythm of Spiritual Fragrance" was not only delicious but also nourishing. For Lin Fan, who had been refining tools for a long time and was experiencing great mental strain, it was undoubtedly the perfect drink.

Having previously devoted himself to refining the weapon, his spirit was strained to the extreme. Now he decided to take a good rest for three months before refining his own magical weapon.

During his three months of free time, he planned to visit Wanbaolou. Partly to thank Liu Ruyan for the gift of tea, and partly to see the status of the spiritual herbs and refining materials he had commissioned. Those precious spiritual herbs and materials were crucial to his future development. He also wanted to clear out any unwanted items and buy a few high-end storage bags. He'd been collecting treasures all this time, and he had so much stuff on him that he already had over a dozen low-end storage bags in his arms.

Those precious elixirs and raw materials were crucial for his future cultivation, each crucial to his future development. Besides checking his progress, he also planned to clear out any items he no longer needed and exchange them for cultivation resources. He also planned to purchase several high-level storage bags. He'd been collecting treasures all this time, and he had too much stuff on him. Carrying over a dozen low-level storage bags was not only inconvenient to carry, but also easily exposed.

He searched the room thoroughly, selecting the items he planned to sell one by one and carefully sorting them, filling two storage bags. Looking at the pile of items, Lin Fan couldn't help but sigh, "What a harvest!" After packing everything up, he channeled his spiritual energy and transformed into a stream of light, speeding towards Tainan Market.

In the space of half a cup of tea, Lin Fan landed steadily at the entrance of Wanbao Tower. He held his head high, his chest puffed out, his aura suddenly transformed, and he unleashed the powerful pressure of a Jindan stage cultivator without reservation. Instantly, the guards at the entrance felt an invisible pressure bearing down on them, like a towering mountain bearing down on them, their breath catching. Passing cultivators also glanced at him with awe, their faces filled with awe, secretly wondering what the purpose of this highly skilled Jindan stage cultivator's visit was.

The Jindan-stage aura Lin Fan unleashed was like a boulder dropped into a tranquil lake, stirring ripples throughout Wanbao Tower. A moment later, a flurry of quick, sharp footsteps echoed from within. Liu Ruyan, graceful and graceful, emerged from the building with light, lotus-like steps. Behind her, a large group of Wanbao Tower staff gathered, from waiters responsible for receiving distinguished guests to sturdy guards. Each one wore a respectful expression and marched in unison.

Liu Ruyan wore a beautifully tailored lavender dress, the hem embroidered with intricate cloud patterns. As she walked, the hem swayed gently, resembling clouds drifting across the horizon, a dreamlike scene. Her hair was pulled high, secured with a jade hairpin, a few strands cascading down her fair face, adding a touch of charm. Her pretty face, with its curved brows and bright eyes, and a perfectly balanced smile on her lips, appeared gentle and charming. As the beautiful woman saw Lin Fan, her smile became more intense. The corners of her mouth raised to a perfect angle, revealing a row of neat, white teeth. Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a nightingale chirping in a valley: "Hello, senior. It's been a long time since we last met. You are even more elegant than before! Please come in and have a seat. We have prepared fragrant tea and are waiting for your arrival." After saying that, she bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation. Her posture was elegant, showing the thoughtfulness and courtesy of the owner of Wanbao Tower.

Lin Fan walked steadily ahead, Liu Ruyan following closely behind with graceful steps. With a group of attendants, they ushered Lin Fan into an elegantly decorated private room. Inside, the gentle aroma of sandalwood permeated the air, soothing the nerves. Hanging on the walls were several ink paintings, their elegant brushstrokes and profound artistic conception adding a touch of elegance to the space.

"Senior, please take a seat." Liu Ruyan smiled broadly, gesturing for Lin Fan to take a seat. She then personally picked up the spiritual teapot from the table and poured Lin Fan a cup of spiritual tea. The tea, a translucent golden color, gently swirled in the cup, exuding a rich aroma. "This is the latest spiritual tea we've collected at Wanbao Tower. It has a rich, mellow taste and a lingering sweetness. Please enjoy it, senior."

Lin Fan nodded slightly, took the teacup, and took a sip. His expression remained unchanged, but in his heart, he secretly recognized the quality of this spiritual tea. Putting the teacup down, he looked up at Liu Ruyan with a calm expression, "You're very polite, boss. How are the spiritual herbs and raw materials I asked you to collect?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyan's face flickered with apology. She bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Senior, I'm truly sorry. Many of the items you requested are rare and precious, practically extinct on the market, and many have been completely cut off. We've put in a lot of effort, asking people everywhere, but we've only managed to collect less than half. But don't worry, we at Wanbao Tower are still searching tirelessly, and we'll let you know as soon as we have any news."

"Well, bring it here." Lin Fan looked calm and spoke concisely. With a nimble movement of his slender fingers, he took out two storage bags from his arms, raised his wrist slightly, and threw them steadily in the direction of Liu Ruyan.

Liu Ruyan reacted quickly, reaching out with her delicate hand to catch the flying storage bag. Her movements were graceful and smooth, and she then injected her spiritual energy into it, carefully examining the contents.

Lin Fan watched her inspect it and added, "Sell everything in here to your Wanbao Tower. Help me deal with it. Also, get me three high-end storage bags."

"Yes, senior." Liu Ruyan agreed, raised her eyes to look at Lin Fan, with just the right smile on her face, her expression respectful yet friendly, "Please take a rest, I will arrange for someone to get what you need." After that, she turned around and winked at a smart waiter beside her. The waiter understood and immediately left the private room quickly to prepare a high-end storage bag.

Liu Ruyan calmed herself down and returned her attention to the storage bag in her hand. As her spiritual power penetrated, the items in the bag gradually appeared before her perception, and a subtle flash of surprise flashed across her eyes.

What greeted the eye was a dazzling array of cultivation supplies. There were magical instruments gleaming with cold light, each emanating a unique spiritual energy, evidently meticulously crafted. Some swords were engraved with mysterious runes, as if telling tales of past battles. Minerals of various shapes, some with mysterious surface textures like ancient codes, others oozing with inner auras, seemed to hold boundless energy, their value evident at a glance. There were also stacks of talismans, their yellowed paper shimmering with shimmering runes, hinting at powerful spells, seemingly poised to unleash devastating might at any moment. And there were also numerous jade bottles, filled with elixirs emitting an alluring aroma that invigorated the senses, as if one could sense the immense vitality contained within.

Liu Ruyan's fingers gently stroked the edge of the storage bag, her mind racing. She knew that any one of these items would attract numerous cultivators vying for them if released to the market. However, as the owner of Wanbaolou, she had to consider not only the value of these items but also the appropriate price. Too low, and the Jindan-stage senior in front of her wouldn't be satisfied; too high, and Wanbaolou's profit margin would be squeezed.

She raised her eyes to look at Lin Fan, her face still covered with a gentle smile, but her tone was a little more cautious. "Senior, these items are rare treasures. I need to carefully calculate them before I can give you a fair price. Please wait for a moment."

(End of this chapter)