After leaving the bookstore, Lin Xuan continued strolling through the Marketplace. This time, however, he focused his attention mainly on the various shops selling raw materials.
If the Ice Sea Realm truly had wondrous flowers and spirit trees capable of channeling cultivation, then he should be able to obtain some clues here.
After all, Lin Xuan was a stranger in a strange land and could only rely on his own strength to search for treasures. Thus, he could only use this rather clumsy method.
Yet after wandering around for an entire day, he found nothing.
Lin Xuan was not discouraged. As the saying went, good things were ground through many trials; if he could find what he needed so easily, he would probably find that strange instead.
A hasty heart could not eat hot tofu. As long as he could find the spirit object needed to refine the Internal Incarnation, even staying in this realm for several decades or a hundred years would absolutely be worth it. What did this little bit of time count for now?
Lin Xuan was in no hurry. When night fell, he returned to the inn where he was staying to read ancient texts, then came back to the Marketplace the next day to search again.
Of course, as time passed, his targets were no longer limited to the major shops selling raw materials. Teahouses, wine shops—any place where cultivators gathered, Lin Xuan did not let slip by.
Sometimes, news and intelligence were obtained when one was not paying attention.
Time passed like a white colt flashing past a crack. In the blink of an eye, more than a month had gone by.
Lin Xuan still had gained nothing, so he decided it was time to leave Mingxue City.
After all, this was only