On the surface, doing this seemed somewhat unreliable, but aside from this, Lin Xuan could not think of any suitable method. Tea houses and wine shops had countless cultivators coming and going, and when they spoke with one another, some important intelligence would often slip out without anyone noticing.
Though most of it was hearsay, after sifting through it, not all of it would necessarily be useless.
Lin Xuan sat there for an entire morning. At first, he had no obvious gains; after all, there were not many people in the morning. Yet as time passed, Xianke Residence grew more and more lively.
By noon, noisy voices kept pouring into his ears, and more and more cultivators came to Xianke Residence.
Unlike when he had wandered idly through the shops in the marketplace, Lin Xuan had restrained his cultivation even lower here. Though with the scale of Nine Immortals Marketplace, a Dongxuan Realm cultivator was not some rare figure, appearing here every day would still easily draw the attention of anyone with ulterior motives.
A Nascent Soul Cultivator, however, was different. Unlike in the Human World, Nascent Soul Realm existences here could be grabbed by the handful, nothing surprising at all. Add to that Lin Xuan's utterly ordinary appearance, and after drinking tea here for several days, not the slightest person suspected anything.
This method could not be called waiting by a tree stump for a hare, but the patience and perseverance it required were almost the same.
Fortunately, Lin Xuan had never lacked those things.
At this moment, he lightly sipped the fragrant tea in his hand, looking like the most ordinary cultivator among the teeming masses.
Suddenly, the conversation of a table of cultivators not far away caught Lin Xuan's attention.
"Brother Yun, how is it? Have you