Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 87 Return to Wanbao Tower (Part )
In the blink of an eye, half a cup of tea, Liu Ruyan had already finished counting all the supplies Lin Fan had brought. Her hands drooped lightly, and she leaned forward slightly, her bow precise and graceful, her every gesture revealing the composure of years of experience. Wearing a gentle, yet impeccably professional smile, she looked up at Lin Fan and said, "Senior, our Wanbao Tower appraisers have carefully calculated the supplies you brought this time. They can be valued at a total of 8,000 low-level spirit stones."

The high-level storage bags you requested are priced at 500 low-level spirit stones each, so all three are worth 1,500 low-level spirit stones. Also, the rare materials you previously asked us to collect are worth 5,200 spirit stones."

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Ruyan gently raised her jade-white wrist and pointed her slender fingers in the air, signaling the attendant beside her to hand a storage bag to Lin Fan. Her voice was gentle and respectful, "Senior, these contain the materials you need. Please take the trouble to check and see if there are any errors."

After she finished speaking, she moved lightly to the side, raised her jade finger, pointed at the three high-end storage bags placed on the exquisite tray, and added: "These three are the high-end storage bags you want. They are all high-quality goods carefully selected by our Wanbaolou."

Lin Fan's expression was calm, and he just nodded slightly. Then, he closed his eyes slightly, and the aura around him condensed. A faint wisp of spiritual consciousness slowly emerged like a silk thread, and first carefully probed into the storage bag containing the materials.

Under the perception of this divine consciousness, all kinds of rare spiritual medicines and raw materials in the storage bag were clearly presented one by one. The spiritual flow and age of each spiritual medicine, the texture and structure of each raw material, and the fluctuation of spiritual power were all as clear as if they were engraved in his mind.

After confirming the materials were correct, his spiritual sense shifted to scan the three high-level storage bags. He saw that these storage bags were made of a unique material, with a thin layer of spiritual energy coating the surface, faintly flowing like a stream. The interior space was incredibly vast, and compared to the low-level storage bags before, it was a world apart.

After a thorough inspection, Lin Fan's expression remained unchanged. He opened his thin lips and said calmly, "The price is reasonable. Let's settle it accordingly."

"Senior, this is the spirit stone I'm looking for. Please keep it safe." Liu Ruyan smiled widely, holding a storage bag in both hands and respectfully handed it to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan took the storage bag and his gaze fell directly on Liu Ruyan's face. His expression remained calm, but his tone carried a certain indifference that left no room for doubt. "It seems that you are not destined to get that Foundation Establishment Pill for the time being. We agreed last time that you would be given five years to collect everything I want before you can get it."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyan's eyes flashed with disappointment, a look that dimmed for a moment like moonlight obscured by dark clouds. But after all, she had been navigating this market for years, and was well versed in the ways of the world. In the blink of an eye, she composed herself, her gentle smile still plastered on her face. She bowed slightly again, her tone sincere, "Senior, I failed to meet your expectations. I hope you will forgive me."

But rest assured, we at Wanbaolou will mobilize all channels and do our utmost to gather the remaining materials as soon as possible. When the time comes, I hope you, Senior, will consider our efforts and complete this transaction." Her words were filled with desire for the Foundation Establishment Pill, and her attitude was extremely humble, showing her sincerity.

Hearing this, Lin Fan picked up the spiritual tea on the table and took a sip, his movements neither hurried nor slow. Then, he calmly put the cup down and looked up at Liu Ruyan, saying soothingly, "Don't be discouraged. As long as you work hard, there's a chance this matter can turn around. I'll give you five years, and we still need two years. If the materials are fully assembled by then, the Foundation Establishment Pill will still be yours."

Upon hearing this, Liu Ruyan's eyes lit up with hope, as if she had seen the first light of dawn in the darkness. She quickly thanked him, "Thank you for your magnanimity, Senior. Liu Ruyan will definitely live up to your trust!"

Lin Fan slowly stood up, reaching out to gently pat his coat. His expression was calm, and he said unhurriedly, "I'm leaving now. I'll come back in two years. You must work harder and don't let me down." With that, his spiritual energy surged slightly, and his aura instantly became calm and powerful, like a towering mountain, weighing down the air around him, causing it to tremble slightly. Seeing this, Liu Ruyan hurriedly bowed respectfully, her tone filled with sincerity, "Senior, rest assured. I will do my best and will not let you down. Farewell!" Behind her, the people from Wanbao Tower also bowed in unison, their gestures extremely respectful, and watched Lin Fan depart.

Lin Fan nodded slightly, saying nothing more. He turned and strode out of Wanbao Tower. As soon as he stepped out of the building, his spiritual energy surged, and his figure instantly transformed into a dazzling stream of light, enveloping him in a whirring wind. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only the empty private room and Liu Ruyan and her group, who were still respectfully bidding farewell.

Before long, Lin Fan had returned to his familiar cave. He hurried straight to the training room. Once inside, he removed all of the dozen or so low-level storage bags he carried and neatly arranged them on the stone table. These storage bags varied in size and color, from simple dark brown to delicate light blue. The spiritual energy on their surfaces was faint and chaotic, flickering like a group of lost fireflies.

He then reached out and picked up the three brand-new high-end storage bags, examining them carefully. These high-end storage bags were made of a unique material, smooth and delicate to the touch, like touching a piece of fine mutton-fat jade. A faint, warm spiritual energy flowed through his fingertips, creating a truly comforting sensation. The bags were woven with unknown spiritual patterns. Their flowing lines and curves exuded a mysterious and exquisite charm, like ancient, mystical runes, telling untold stories.

Lin Fan knew full well that a high-level storage bag was vastly different from an ordinary, low-level one. It was like a special magical instrument; to function properly, it required the crucial step of refining and recognizing its master. If it hadn't been refined, even forcing divine consciousness into it would be futile; it wouldn't open properly.

It is like robbing someone else's storage bag. You must first completely erase the spiritual consciousness left by the original owner on it, just like erasing the writing on a stone slab, and then imprint your own spiritual consciousness on it, so that you can control it at will and use the things inside for your own benefit.

The several high-level storage bags before him were all brand new, eliminating the tedious process of erasing spiritual consciousness, saving Lin Fan a considerable amount of trouble. He immediately channeled his spiritual energy, which surged through his meridians like a surging river. Then, he carefully injected strands of spiritual consciousness into them. As his spiritual consciousness absorbed them, a faint glow shone on the surface of the high-level storage bags. The light was soft and warm, as if responding to Lin Fan's call, like a child leaping for joy after finding its way home.

He carefully sensed the vastness of the space within this high-level storage bag, a full hundred times larger than the space within a low-level storage bag. A low-level storage bag only held one cubic meter of space, while a mid-level storage bag held only ten cubic meters. This high-level storage bag, however, boasted a full hundred cubic meters of space, practically a miniature storage treasury.

After completing his spiritual imprints on the three high-level storage bags, Lin Fan began transferring the items. He bent down and carefully removed the various items from the low-level storage bags, including the precious refining materials, each emitting a unique spiritual energy and crucial for refining magical weapons; the mountains of talismans, each imbued with powerful spells and capable of unleashing miraculous effects at crucial moments; and the spare elixirs, each emitting an alluring aroma and perfect for improving cultivation and restoring spiritual energy. He then methodically removed the items from the low-level storage bags and placed them into the high-level storage bags.

The internal space of the high-level storage bag is extremely vast. After the items in the dozen or so low-level storage bags were placed in it, they only occupied a very small part of the space, like a drop in the ocean, inconspicuous.

After completing the transfer, Lin Fan put away his high-level storage bag and felt a sudden sense of relief. The cumbersome, burdensome feeling he'd felt while carrying so many low-level storage bags was gone. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "This high-level storage bag is indeed much more convenient. It's truly a valuable aid on my path to cultivation."

Next, he turned his attention back to refining his natal magic weapon. After all, in his mind, this was a crucial link in his path of cultivation, and it was related to whether he could go further and more steadily on his future path of cultivation.

(End of this chapter)