Cultivating bitterly in the mountains had its own endless pleasures. Time flew like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye another four or five years had passed. That morning, Lin Xuan was sitting cross-legged in meditation inside his cave residence when his expression suddenly stirred, and he opened his eyes with a sharp snap.
He rose with a flick of his robes and walked outside.
Outside the cave residence, white mist coiled and drifted. Many strange flowers and unusual grasses grew there, giving the place the feel of a fairyland on earth.
The Yin energy here was extremely dense, which happened to make it a favored place for poisonous flowers and poisonous grasses to grow.
And anything highly poisonous was always exceedingly gorgeous on the outside.
Originally, Lin Xuan had intended to open up a separate Herb Garden, but who would have thought that the soil outside the cave residence would be the most fertile? So he planted them here instead.
In any case, Corpse Qi Swamp was already a rare, quiet place where few outsiders intruded. With the surrounding restrictions protecting it as well, Lin Xuan was not afraid that these rare poisonous things would wither for no reason.
With a sweep of his sleeve, the white mist churned and parted to either side, revealing a passage.
Then red light flashed, and a brilliant ball of fire flew in from outside. Lin Xuan raised his left hand slightly, and it fell into his palm as though it possessed intelligence.
This was a Sound Transmission Talisman, but one that had been specially refined.
Specially refined, as the name implied, meant it was far from comparable to an ordinary Sound Transmission Talisman.
Ordinary cultivators simply could not afford to use one. Though this was a consumable item that could