Ganoderma Cicada Seed

Lin Xiao recalled the disheveled appearance of the group of little tree spirits he had encountered in the wild before.

Hmm... it should be the former.

Not to mention that if each of these tree demons possessed such innate Divine Ability, they would be highly sought after by countless cultivators. Even if they used these Divine Ability normally, they wouldn't be in such a miserable state. Each of them would be at the first or second level of Qi Refining, and any disciple of the Zhenyang Sect could easily send them fleeing in disarray by throwing a fireball at them.

Just look at Elder Dan Ling. With this innate supernatural Divine Ability, he was able to build a city full of cultivators in this desolate wilderness. He is a very powerful demon.

However, one thing that bothered Lin Xiao was that he hadn't noticed Elder Dan Ling's presence at all, even though he was in the city.

In his perception, it was just an ordinary, super-giant tree, seemingly only different from any random tree on the roadside in that it was ridiculously large.

Since Zhenyang City is said to be Elder Dan Ling's true form, then standing in the city is equivalent to standing on someone else's body. At such close range, he was completely unaware of the other party's location. Either the other party's cultivation level is far higher than his own, or they have a special ability to hide.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; it wouldn't be a good thing for it if Elder Dan Ling could be found so easily.

But this made Lin Xiao feel somewhat uneasy.

When he reached about halfway up Zhenyang City, he discovered that there were far fewer cultivators here than below, and some of them were from the Zhenyang Sect.

However, most of them were in a hurry, either heading upstairs or downstairs, and did not linger in this area.

It is indeed quite desolate here, with no commercial streets, only empty roads and large groves of small trees.

Lin Xiao found the place very quiet, but he wondered what significance this area held for Zhenyang City.

The noise he had been experiencing along the way subsided here, and instead of continuing uphill immediately, he decided to rest here.

He left the main road and walked into the woods. As he passed through the woods, he discovered that unlike the city below, this place was not surrounded by walls of branches and leaves, but rather stood there empty, forming a long, continuous cliff.

I wonder if someone were to fall from here, would their relatives come looking for trouble with Zhenyang City, complaining that they didn't build a wall and didn't consider safety, demanding compensation from the Zhenyang Sect or something...?

Lost in thought, Lin Xiao walked to the edge of the cliff and looked out. All the people and things on the ground had become tiny specks and were almost invisible. The entire area within a thousand miles was spread out before his eyes.

This must be at an altitude of nearly three thousand meters.

Lin Xiao stood at the edge, gazing into the distance. The scent of grass, trees, and earth wafted through the air from the woods behind him, a fragrance that soothed his soul.

It's definitely a good place.

Suitable for picnics.

Thinking it over, he took out his usual picnic blanket and laid it on the ground. Then he took out more than a dozen kinds of food that Fuzi had prepared and arranged them on the blanket. He also took out tea leaves and a very small clay stove.

He sat on the ground, placed a small stove beside him, filled it with spring water he had brought from his sect, and started a fire to boil the water.

He then took out a low tea table from the Lock Ring and set it up, covering it with various tea utensils for Gongfu tea.

He wasn't really good at brewing tea. In the past, he would just throw the tea leaves into the pot with hot water and let it steep. At most, he would pour out the first batch of hot water to wash the tea leaves.

In recent years, I've occasionally learned from Uncle Ma at the Spirit Cuisine Hall) and started to pay more attention to these things.

Although he still didn't quite understand it, and had no idea about observing the color and tasting the aroma of tea, as the saying goes, "A poor student has many stationery items."

Lin Xiao managed to make his picnic, which he was hosting alone, look like a group of people eating together.

After looking around several times to make sure there were no signs saying "No picnics here" or "No fires," he felt reassured and picked up a pot of spring water that had just boiled on the small stove.

The tea leaves are specially supplied by Senior Liao's medicinal garden; they're called Ganoderma Cicada Seed, and are said to be a top-quality spiritual tea in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

As soon as the scalding spring water was poured into the teacup, a very special fragrance wafted straight to Lin Xiao's nose.

Immediately, the fragrance spread throughout the surrounding area.

However, Lin Xiao had already set up a simple barrier array around him as soon as he sat down, so the fragrance would not reach other people's noses.

He quickly prepared the tea following the steps Uncle Ma had taught him, and then couldn't resist gulping down a cup of spiritual tea.

Lin Xiao had just finished his first cup of tea when he heard a voice from about ten meters to his left ask, "What are you drinking?"

He looked over in surprise and saw a boy who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old staring intently at the teacup in his hand with a puzzled expression.

This person wore an ordinary gray-white low-level magic robe, with a simple high ponytail on his head. He had a delicate face, but his appearance and voice made it impossible to tell whether he was male or female.

Most importantly, Lin Xiao hadn't noticed when this person was there at all, nor could he discern the person's cultivation level.

Seeing Lin Xiao looking at him with surprise without answering, the young man paused for a moment before belatedly saying, "My name is Qingle. I'm sorry to bother you, but I just smelled something very fragrant that you're drinking and I'm really curious about what it is."

Lin Xiao looked down at his empty teacup, placed it on the tea table, then took out a new one from his Lock Ring, poured more than half a cup of tea, and used his Spiritual Power to float it into the air and send it to Qingle.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Qingle. My name is Lin Xiao. This spiritual tea is called Ganoderma Cicada Seed, and it was given to me by my elders." He replied.

Qingle looked at the hot tea cup hovering in front of him, its fragrant aroma filling the air. His nostrils twitched slightly, and his eyes seemed to brighten. He reached out and held the teacup in his hands, saying, "Thank you."

Then, mimicking Lin Xiao's earlier tea-drinking manner, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

After finishing a cup of tea, whether he was happy or tipsy, his cheeks visibly flushed red. "This Ganoderma Cicada Seed is so delicious, I've never tasted such good water before."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiao was skeptical of what he had heard.

The young man opposite him looked young and naive, yet he could smell the scent of Ganoderma Cicada Seed even through the barrier array he had set up beforehand. He could also appear silently ten meters away from him without him noticing. If this person hadn't spoken, he wouldn't have even realized that there was someone next to him.

To be able to remain completely unaware of Lin Xiao's presence at such close range, one must either possess a rare treasure capable of completely concealing all movement and aura, or be a powerful cultivator with cultivation levels far exceeding Lin Xiao's, perhaps even at the Void Returning Realm or higher.

Even Liao Pantu, who was at the Spirit Transformation Stage stage, couldn't do that.

How could someone like that have never tasted fine spiritual tea?

Lin Xiao didn't believe it 90%, leaving the remaining 10% for unforeseen circumstances.