After sitting a while longer, Lin Xuan suddenly shook out his robes and rose from the prayer mat. Without another word, he left the Cultivation Room, drew a bucket of clear water, and bathed and changed his clothes.
Once he had washed away the grime on his body, a faint joy finally appeared on his face.
This tempering of his spirit root had gone rather smoothly.
Originally, Lin Xuan's expectations had not been high. Though Core Condensation-stage pills were hard to find, he still had quite a few on him in the end. He simply could not treat them like sugar pellets as he had before and swallow them at will. But as long as he possessed the aptitude of an ordinary immortal cultivator, advancing should not be too great a difficulty.
Compared with the pill formulas handed down from antiquity, the spirit medicines concocted by the Ink Moon Tribe had already been improved, and what Lin Xuan consumed were refined mid-grade pills, so their effects were fairly good.
It could not be called an outstanding spirit root, but its grade counted as upper-middle.
After finishing his bath, he came out and ran straight into Yue'er.
"Congratulations, Young Master, congratulations! Now that you have a spirit root, the Great Dao is within reach."
A slight smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. Though those words were pleasant to hear, they were nothing more than flattery and fawning. The road of immortal cultivation was long, rugged, and full of hardships. Forget his own aptitude that had only just been tempered—even someone who possessed a Saint Spirit Root would absolutely not dare claim that the Great Dao was within reach.
But he also knew Yue'er meant well.
He glared at her and scolded with a smile, "Little girl, when did