Early the next morning, Lin Xuan rose at the crack of dawn and, together with the other visiting cultivators, followed the shopkeeper of the Immortal Guest House out of the small town and headed straight for Heavenly Eye Mountain.
Though they did not fly on artifacts, it took them less than half an hour to arrive at the foot of the main peak.
Lin Xuan swept his gaze over the people traveling with him. To his surprise, there were nearly two hundred of them, and Rogue Cultivators like himself made up only a small portion; most were cultivators from sects or clans.
Moreover, roughly a third of them were actually Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.
"Heh-heh, brother, are you here to attend the trade fair as well?"
A clear, bright voice reached his ears, but what it said was pure nonsense. The intent to strike up a conversation was plain as day!
Lin Xuan turned his head and saw a young man dressed in white, about twenty or so, with starry brows and bright eyes, a heroic, upright bearing. At a glance, he was clearly from an influential clan. Yet his expression carried a hint of restraint; he was probably the sort who rarely went out.
"Mm!"
Lin Xuan nodded. This young man looked even one or two years younger than him, yet his cultivation had actually reached the Foundation Establishment Realm as well. That truly surprised him a little.
There was no other reason. His own situation was a special case. Looking across the world, who could treat spirit pills like sugar pellets? Even the descendants of old monsters in the Nascent Soul Realm could not do such a thing.
Without the aid of medicinal power, to successfully establish one's foundation before thirty—so far as Lin Xuan knew, only a