Special pill commissions, a Nascent Soul opportunity; a large secret realm, a fourth-tier spirit vein

"Fellow Daoist, please try our Song Region's spirit tea and see whether it differs from that of your country."

Lin Chang invited his guest to take a seat in the tent's main hall, then busied himself brewing the tea.

His movements were practiced and graceful. First, he heated spirit spring water with his magical power. Once the temperature was just right, he poured it into a purple clay teapot, rinsed the leaves, brewed the tea, and divided it between the cups in one seamless sequence.

The fragrance spread through the tent, delicate yet rich.

Before reaching Core Formation, he would never have done such things himself.

Back then, Yan Mingyi had been by his side and arranged everything perfectly. There had been no need for Lin Changheng to trouble himself.

Someone brewed his tea, someone prepared his spirit cuisine, someone tidied his cave abode, and someone even attended him while he bathed. Now that he traveled alone, he had to do everything himself.

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Ten Thousand Longevity."

The dark-faced Core Formation cultivator from the Jin Kingdom, sporting a drooping mustache, immediately accepted the cup and grinned. "I was fortunate enough to taste the Song Region's specialty spirit tea some time ago, and its flavor has lingered in my thoughts ever since. Judging by the fragrance of your tea, it seems even better than what I tasted before."

Under Lin Changheng's gaze, he took a sip, narrowed his eyes, and savored it carefully, as though tasting some unparalleled delicacy. Then a look of enjoyment appeared on his face, and he showered it with praise.

Lin Chang had to admit that the display pleased him considerably.

Although he knew some of it was inevitably polite flattery, being praised was always pleasant.

"May I ask which sect in the Jin