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Next, Lin Xuan began to do everything he could to increase his cultivation.

Since he had the pills to support his cultivation, as long as he worked hard, his results would become even greater.

According to ancient records, even without Spiritual Roots, as long as there were enough pills as support, all obstacles can be overcome in cultivating.

After understanding this, Lin Xuan started to take as many Purifying Essence Pills as possible.

If it wasn’t for the medicine book stating that one cannot take more than nine per day, he would have really eaten the pills as if they were candy.

Along with taking the pills, Lin Xuan gradually built up some experience and decided to not waste any more pills and only take them one at a time. His supply was limited and the effects were not ideal.

But of course, to eat nine all at the same time is definitely not good, as although it did not exceed the limit, the sudden income would make him needlessly suffer. And since it was not easy to absorb so much that fast, the excess energy would end up being wasted.

This was clearly wasteful behavior, I must not do that!

The correct approach would be to take three pills at a time at set intervals and then absorb slowly the power for the best results.

Other low-level disciples only have two pills every month, yet Lin Xuan ate nine a day! at such near-luxury usage of pills, Lin Xuan’s progress was very fast. Although it cannot be said to be the best, the daily growth of his spiritual power was obvious.

But good things wouldn’t last forever, and after one week, Lin Xuan ran out of purifying essence pills. There were only two left in his hand, which were the higher quality pills that he got from Zhang Yu.

It was a red, pea-sized pill, a pill Lin Xuan had never seen before. Of course, he would not ask any Elders as that would be tantamount to a confession and would show his connection with the disappearance of Zhang Yu and Zhou Yan. And so Lin Xuan quietly went out and began to once again seek answers from books and to find out which pill it was that he owned.

Foundation Establishment Pills!

Useless to Spirit Condensation disciple, but valuable to a disciple in the Foundation Establishment stage, as it would immensely increase their cultivation.

Understanding what the pill was, Lin Xuan carefully hid them, putting them away for future use. The important thing now was to get more Purifying Essence Pills, so as to continue cultivating.

Lin Xuan’s goal was to get those so-called Trash pills. 

To the west of the Whirlwind Cloud Valley, there was a mountain. But the whole of it was hollowed out, creating a huge tunnel heading deep underground, eventually leading to an active volcano mouth with its fires were used for alchemy.

Red Dawn Mountain, the most important forbidden area of Whirlwind Cloud Valley, its importance being far above any other area.

With constant patrols and under the supervision of many masters, all intruders were dealt swiftly, leaving no survivors.

Even the disciples were not allowed to freely enter, and in front of Red Dawn  Mountain, there was a building that is in charge of welcoming any guests.

Before coming, Lin Xuan had already done all the research and he confidently entered the building.

In front of him lay a very spacious area, hundreds of square meters wide with a few bored young boys sitting there. Seeing Lin Xuan coming in, a boy not faraway hurriedly greeted him. He respectfully bowed and shouted, “Immortal Master”

The boy was not a Whirlwind Cloud Valley cultivator, but rather an outer disciple.

The so-called outer disciples were those without Spiritual Roots, but are talented in other areas, and so they are useful to Whirlwind Cloud Valley. Although they were not taught any cultivation techniques, they gained other benefits.

In the eyes of mortals, cultivators were like Gods to them, and even for the outer disciples, the registration was not easy, and their academic abilities were valued.

For example, the boy, although he had no Spiritual Roots, was born to a family of doctors. He was familiar with a variety of herbs and medicines, making him qualified to work in Whirlwind Cloud Mountain.

The sect based everything on performance and would reward the best with precious medical books or martial skill books, similar to the ones Lin Xuan saw in the Book Pavilion.

Although these books were not worth mentioning to cultivators and were like garbage, where normal people were concerned, they were considered supreme treasures. OuterdDisciples after studying for eight to ten years can then return to the Secular World, and in that time they will be considered as genius doctors and masters of martial arts.

The benefits were self-evident.

Lin Xuan, although he had no Spiritual Roots, was received as a formal disciple, something very few outer disciples can manage, all because he managed to save a powerful and influential elder.

Although the boy did not know Lin Xuan, but just by just looking at his clothing, he could tell that he was a Whirlwind Cloud Valley cultivator, so of course, he didn’t dare to have the slightest delay in greeting.

Faced with his respectful attitude, Lin Xuan’s heart held a bit of emotion. Over the past three years, he suffered the mockings of others and was looked down upon due to his slow cultivation speed.

Although outer disciples have no Spiritual Roots, they still were extraordinary ordinary people. But in the end, they are were still mortals and view cultivators the same as Gods.

Standing high above, Lin Xuan enjoyed the feeling of being respected, which reaffirmed Lin Xuan’s determination as a cultivator. But he didn’t show any of it on his face as he spoke:

“Is the person in charge here?”

The boy listened, and nodded his head, “Master Steward1His name is not steward, it’s his position name. In ancient China, people would often call others respectfully using the word “大人”, which can be translated to master as in a high position. This word is often added to in front of people’s names or what official position they had. is here, Immortal Master, please take a seat, I’ll go report to him.”

The boy respectfully took Lin Xuan to a seat next to a painting and offered him tea. Lin Xuan pondered how to proceed as he drank his tea. 

Soon an old man walked into the room.

Gray-haired, over seventy years old, he was also a low-level cultivator, a man who had difficulty cultivating since just having Spiritual Roots was not enough. As the Spiritual Roots also come in different qualities as well as requiring diligent work from the cultivator.

Just looking at Whirlwind Cloud Valley, ninety percent of the disciples were still low-level cultivators, just like the old man in front of him. He was over seventy years old but was still only at the late stage of Spirit Condensation, still a distance away from the peak, and even further from Foundation Establishment. It can be said he has reached the end of the line as a cultivator, so he simply no longer cultivated, and asked for a quiet place to work and relax in his old age.

At this moment, the old man was looking at Lin Xuan and studying him.

Translated by: James1kd2

Edited by: UnderTheMoon

1His name is not steward, it’s his position name. In ancient China, people would often call others respectfully using the word “大人”, which can be translated to master as in a high position. This word is often added to in front of people’s names or what official position they had.