The Only Person He Could Talk to Normally

A long time has passed since the last wave of players entered the formation.

Once the three-day participation period of the Western Sect contestants in the grand event is over, the formation of Lingxiao Palace will dissipate.

All concealment under the formation will reappear, making it easier to address the problem in a targeted manner.

"Formation is the foundation, the mirage pearl is the unexpected. When the foundation is gone, the unexpected will inevitably cease to exist!"

Laojun began to speak eloquently.

He explained many principles, but if Laojun to vouch for anything, Laojun couldn't utter a single word.

No one can guarantee that everything will return to normal after the centennial celebration ends.

But waiting is indeed the best way to handle things calmly.

More than a dozen powerful cultivators from the Immortal Court gathered outside the South Heavenly Gate, but the final result was to wait.

Xuan Nu felt that this was just like the cowardly retreat of the Heavenly Court to the Western Kunlun Mountains.

"What if something happens to the Holy Son and Holy Daughter..."

Xuan Nu felt somewhat anxious, after all, neither of the two children from Kunlun were skilled in formations and had participated in the event entirely by luck, so it was difficult to know their situation within the formation.

While she was deep in thought, Zhang Xuezhou, who was trapped within the formation, felt both bewildered and confused.

Unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, he truly felt that everything was unreal.

When this continues for a long time, it becomes difficult to determine whether one's actions are effective, and it is extremely destructive to one's mental health.

As Zhang Xuezhou walked through the four accessible areas of the Lingxiao Palace, his initial curiosity and covetousness turned into indifference.

There were pavilions and towers everywhere, and many warning Law Artifact and other items were hanging there. Zhang Xuezhou didn't wander around, nor could he take anything without permission.

While one could casually take some pills—after all, no one can control a single pill—magical artifacts belong to their owners and are nurtured by Law Artifact; taking them carelessly would inevitably result in them being taken back.

Seeing that nothing real would bring any benefit, and seeing nothing fake would bring even less benefit, it's no surprise that Zhang Xuezhou had no interest in the Law Artifact hanging everywhere.

"What's the use of a 300-year-old ginseng in a place like this? Even if it's 500 years old, it's still only worth so little. It's not worth me wasting my time!"

Zhang Xuezhou doubted all the potent medicines and elixirs he had ever tried, and he had no interest in even trying some of the more commonly seen medicinal herbs.

However, he didn't hesitate to take anything he could easily grab. As long as he saw something he could take, he would retrieve it from his Lesser Heaven and Earth Bag. After all, it was made clear beforehand that the spiritual fruits, spirit medicine, pills, and wines placed in the formation were fortuitous opportunity, and taking them was a matter of personal ability.

Zhang Xuezhou walked with a brisk pace; he wasn't slow, but after wandering around aimlessly for most of the day, Zhang Xuezhou still hadn't escaped the formation.

He was unsure of the authenticity of his actions. After wandering around all twenty-four Tongtian, he returned to the Lingxiao Palace.

"Unfortunately, these passages only lead to the Tushita Palace!"

If everything is true, the Tushita Palace was undoubtedly Zhang Xuezhou's greatest gain.

As for picking up some medicinal herbs here and there, it was just to make up the numbers, even though the spiritual fruits on the stone table in Lingxiao Palace were limited.

Having seen countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, Zhang Xuezhou was indeed unmoved by such small-scale events.

After munching on the spiritual fruit on the stone table once more, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but stand on the high platform and touch the Jade Emperor's golden chair.

"The gold-plated chair does indeed give off a nouveau riche vibe, lacking the dignified and understated presence of the teacher's bronze chair!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked around and touched everything, but he didn't sit down.

Sitting on a chair offers no benefit; if there are any mechanisms on the chair, or if it triggers changes in the formation, Zhang Xuezhou feels that all the losses would outweigh the gains.

If he absolutely had to sit in this chair, Zhang Xuezhou felt he would definitely let others sit first, and only sit and play around with it after the test was completed and there were no risks.

Of course, sitting down in a chair isn't really a meaningful thing.

After a thorough inspection, Zhang Xuezhou was also filled with disappointment, feeling that he had not found anything useful.

"Are you really that uninterested in this position?"

As Zhang Xuezhou left, somewhat disappointed, he heard a sound.

As Zhang Xuezhou glanced around, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in a golden robe slowly walking towards him.

This made him look at the divine robes he was wearing, and then at the other person's golden robes.

"You guessed right, I am the master of Lingxiao Palace," the middle-aged man said.

"But I haven't guessed yet," Zhang Xuezhou said in surprise.

"You'll inevitably guess once you speak to me," the middle-aged man said.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the man in the golden robe, then pondered the other cultivators around him who were either drowsy and lost in hallucinations or asleep.

He wandered around the Lingxiao Palace for a long time, and it was the first time he had seen a cultivator who could communicate with him normally.

The other person had a rather dignified face, with some features of emperors such as the Emperor, Emperor Jing, and the new emperor, which matched Zhang Xuezhou's stereotype of middle-aged emperors.

Zhang Xuezhou also took a closer look at his face.

"Is there a reward for guessing this correctly?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"What reward do you want?" the middle-aged man asked.

"I want Bitter Apricot, Silver Fruit, Drunken Peach, dried jasmine fruit, thousand-year-old ginseng, Tongxuan herb, Ginseng Fruit, * Exquisite Fruit, and Polygonatum sibiricum over 500 years old!"

Zhang Xuezhou also spoke off the cuff, casually mentioning the ingredients of Nine Treasures Wine.

"Lingxiao doesn't produce Drunken Peach," the middle-aged man said, shaking his head.

"So the Drunken Peach on that stone table are fake?"

Zhang Xuezhou pointed to the stone table in the Lingxiao Palace, where there was a half-eaten, Drunken Peach.

"You're referring to the Bodhi Fruit, a spiritual fruit gifted to the Lingxiao Palace by the Western Sect," the middle-aged man chuckled. "It seems you're not quite sober!"

"Doesn't Western Sect only have white rice?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise, "What kind of spiritual fruit is the Bodhi Fruit?"

"The Bodhi tree bears Bodhi Fruit. Bodhi Fruit can calm the mind and bring peace of mind. In the Western Sect, no more than a hundred of these fruits are produced each year, making them a rare spiritual fruit," the middle-aged man said.

"It sounds like it's just rare, but useless!"

"It's very useful. Most people wouldn't even get one. You've probably eaten too many good things!"

The middle-aged man looked at the ruined spiritual fruit feast and then at Zhang Xuezhou, who didn't appreciate its value, and could only shake his head.

What is rare to ordinary people is not rare at all to the richest of the many Sacred Land and secret places, the Western Kunlun.

The table of spiritual fruits in Lingxiao Palace is a grand feast, but for the Holy Son of Kunlun, it may only be an appetizer.

Therefore, this way of eating is not surprising.

Thinking of the nine powerful medicines Zhang Xuezhou mentioned, the middle-aged man couldn't help but wonder what these nine medicines could be used to make, and why they were so important to Zhang Xuezhou.

"If I guess your identity correctly, can you give me the other eight kinds of spiritual fruits besides the Drunken Peach?" Zhang Xuezhou asked curiously.

"The other eight you mentioned aren't difficult," the middle-aged man replied, then emphasized, "At least not for me!"

"Can you give me these eight kinds of major medicines?" Zhang Xuezhou asked to confirm.

"Although I possess rare fruits and medicines, the price of having my identity guessed, whether you guessed it or not, is not worth it," the middle-aged man said. "If you can give me that mirage pearl, I will give you these eight spiritual fruits and great medicines!"

The middle-aged man was very practical. He did not easily make promises because of Zhang Xuezhou's repeated offers. Instead, he had a very clear purpose and was directly after the mirage pearl in Zhang Xuezhou's hand.