Lin Xuan knew nothing of all this. Having bought a treasure that suited his hand, he did not linger in the Marketplace and returned straight to the inn.
The courtyard before him was still wrapped in mist. Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, took out a palm-sized Formation Disk, and tossed it lightly, sending a spell seal striking onto it.
A halo flashed across the Formation Disk, and then the mist naturally parted, revealing a passage wide enough for one person to pass through. Lin Xuan stepped inside.
Pavilions and towers, artificial hills and waterfalls—the scenery was the same as when he had left. Clearly, no cultivator had been here. After all, Lin Xuan had arranged a set of formations himself, so outsiders would have little chance of breaking in.
Lin Xuan did not rest and went straight to the Cultivation Room.
After a slight hesitation, he set up several more restrictions around the area.
Then he stretched out a hand and patted his waist, taking out the few treasures he had just bought from the Hundred Forges Workshop.
The other three items were one thing. Though they were far from ordinary, they could only count as relatively rare treasures. But that Heaven Ghost Axe...
Since stepping into the world of immortal cultivation, Lin Xuan had handled countless treasures. He certainly had an eye for them.
The short axe before him, even if taken to a Secret Market auction, could serve as the finale treasure. How could it possibly have ended up in a Marketplace?
Even if, through some twist of fate, a bright pearl had been covered in dust and fallen there, the Hundred Forges Workshop specialized in the treasure business. How could the shopkeeper fail to recognize valuable goods?
What was even stranger was that the other party had