Chen Lin did not pause, quickly blending into the bustling street.
He rounded several corners.
After entering a teahouse, he ordered a pot of spirit tea and found a secluded spot to pour and drink it by himself.
Everything here had to be bought with Lanshan Coins, but having just come into a windfall, Chen Lin was not too stingy.
The spirit tea passed his lips.
A wondrous energy blossomed within him, fierce at first, but turning gentle almost immediately.
Like a gently flowing stream, it nourished his body.
His body kept changing, improving considerably in every respect. His physical body in particular-his flesh, bones, and internal organs-all became more spiritually attuned, as though on the verge of some qualitative transformation.
"Excellent tea!"
Chen Lin praised it inwardly.
At his current cultivation, few treasures could produce immediate results. Yet a single small sip of this spirit tea brought such tremendous changes. No wonder they dared charge one Lanshan Coin per pot.
He absorbed the energy.
Then he took another sip.
This time, the effects fell short, nowhere near as astonishing as the first sip.
But it still worked.
Chen Lin nodded in satisfaction, feeling that this Lanshan Coin had been well spent.
At the same time, an idea stirred in his heart.
Surely none of the wares invited here for sale could be too poor. If he had enough Lanshan Coins, he ought to try them all.
Perhaps they could raise his cultivation.
Unfortunately, the vendors here sold only fine food and wine, accessories, and clothing. There were no combat treasures at all.
They were probably forbidden.
After all, this was the Lantern Festival Gathering, primarily meant for sightseeing and admiring lanterns, not a Trading Convention.
After drinking more than half the pot of spirit tea, he paused.
Chen Lin