Yet Lin Xuan sighed. Most of the things he had obtained from Penglai Mountain were precious in the extreme, but right now, he simply had no use for them.
Aside from that Spirit-Communicating Buddhist Treasure, the Zen Staff, the rest could only be like gazing at plums to quench his thirst—something to make his eyes burn with longing, nothing more.
As for the treasures left behind by the Immortal, he could not find the slightest use for them now. Forget the hair and the Residual Talisman—even that Waste Pill could not be purified by the Blue Star Sea.
But Lin Xuan was not anxious. After cultivating the divine ability of the Lesser Luo Heaven Dharma Image, the Blue Star Sea was gradually undergoing a mutation, proving that this heaven-defying thing could actually still be upgraded.
The fact that purifying the Waste Pill had no effect now did not mean it would remain utterly useless in the future. Lin Xuan believed that one day, he would be able to purify this Immortal's pill.
He had already examined everything from Penglai Mountain. What remained now was what he had obtained from the Marketplace.
As the thought turned through his mind, Lin Xuan flipped his left hand. Azure light flashed, and a belt of ancient style appeared.
No—not ancient. More accurately, it should be called plain. There was nothing remarkable about the belt's design.
However, Lin Xuan's expression showed not the slightest contempt. Ever since stepping into the world of immortal cultivation, he had seen countless treasures. Needless to say, his eye was sharp; naturally, he would not be foolish enough to judge something by its appearance.
When he had been in the shop, he had already tested this thing, and even his divine sense had unexpectedly proven ineffective. According to the owner,