The Tribulation of a Spirit Treasure
Time flew, the years changed, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.
At noon, under the blazing sun, Xu Yuan arrived at the Liu Family Noodle Shop right on time for a bowl of noodles.
The Liu Family Noodle Shop was one of the more affordable yet delicious noodle shops in Black Lotus Market Town. Many rogue cultivators came there to eat and chat.
"Fellow Daoist Xu, have you heard? The Mystic Heart Sect attacked Five Terrace Peak. The Zhang Family clansmen were killed or wounded to the last, and the Hundred Flowers Sect was wiped out too. The times are changing." A familiar middle-aged man came over with a bowl of noodles and sighed.
"Who cares? Black Lotus Market Town is perfectly safe. The fighting won't reach us," Xu Yuan said dismissively.
"That's true. The Immortal Herb Pavilion is right here in Black Lotus Market Town. If anyone accidentally hurt someone from the pavilion, they'd be in serious trouble. By the way, Fellow Daoist Xu, have you really met Senior Shi?"
Xu Yuan nodded proudly. "Of course. I even showed Senior Shi the way once! These days, Senior Shi is impossible to track down. Several groups have tried to see him, but none got the chance."
"Ah, we have no one to rely on. The Spirit Stones we earn each day barely cover the cost of cultivation. If only we could serve under Senior Shi—we'd never have to worry about food or clothing. You know Xu Chang, right? That fellow was lucky enough to become Senior Shi's disciple. He's barely done a thing for a year, yet his stipend is already over a hundred thousand Spirit Stones. He's had plenty of time to cultivate, and he's already reached Foundation Establishment