In the outskirts of Linyang Fang Market.
Lu Xuan smoothly entered the market, walking leisurely along the sowhat familiar streets.
"A nine-tenths new first-grade flying sword, only thirty spirit stones!"
"Clearance sale on elixirs! Buy ten and get one free!"
"Fresh demon beast at! Just caught from the secret realm! Slaughtered on the spot!"
On both sides of the street, nurous stalls were manned by independent cultivators energetically hawking their wares to passing cultivators. Various shouts and cries filled Lu Xuan's ears, making his steps involuntarily lighter.
His gaze swept over the street, and many long-forgotten scenes in his mory suddenly beca vivid.
Many of the shops he had once frequented remained unchanged.
"Huh? This shop that sells young demon beastlings seems to have changed owners?"
He paused for a mont, and in a familiar corner to his left, where there used to be a shop selling various first and second-grade demon beastlings and eggs, was now gone, replaced by a pharmacy.
Lu Xuan vividly rembered purchasing the Red Whiskered Carp and the Iron-Clawed Crabs from that shop after he began harvesting the white luminous orbs.
As he delved deeper into the alleyways, his mood, reminiscent of his Foundation Establishnt days, couldn't help but evoke a sense of nostalgia.
He sighed deeply, arriving at the small courtyard where he used to reside.
Standing in front of the gate, every brick and tile of the courtyard walls gave him an inexplicably warm feeling.
His spiritual sense, deeply concealed, infiltrated the area, revealing a simple interior with no one at ho.
The half-acre plus of spiritual field in the backyard had been abandoned, with several different varieties of first-grade spiritual plants growing poorly. The field was also overrun with weeds, indicating that the owner of the house was not skilled in the cultivation of spiritual plants.
Peering over the courtyard wall, Lu Xuan seed to see a young and handso teenager toiling diligently in the spiritual field, ticulously tilling the soil and searching for insect eggs inch by inch, clumsily performing the Spirit Rain Technique. He carefully monitored the growth of the spiritual plants every day until the appearance of the white luminous orbs.
"This is where the dream began..."
He sighed wistfully.
"Although I now have my own mountain peak within the Sky Sword Sect, proficient in spiritual plant techniques such as the Rain of Spirit and Wood Cultivation, cultivating a large number of rare spiritual plants ranging from third to sixth-grade."
"But the happiest ti for was when I was at the Foundation Establishnt stage, tending to this half-acre spiritual field, cultivating the naless Firefly Grass."
Lu Xuan lanted.
He turned to the courtyard where Zhang Hong lived, instinctively probing with his spiritual sense.
Just as he was about to knock on the door, Lu Xuan's expression suddenly turned cold and stern.
Under his spiritual sense, there were two Core Formation cultivators inside the house, but neither belonged to Zhang Hong, Zhang Xiuyuan, or Xu Wan!
Based on his experience at the Foundation Establishnt stage, it was rare for independent cultivators to change residences frequently. After all, their cultivation levels were low, and their ability to withstand risks was weak. Moving hos could lead to accidents along the way, so stability was paramount.
Once they moved away, it often ant the possibility of great changes, and most of them were not good.
Thinking of this, Lu Xuan's spiritual sense infiltrated the courtyard.
"Who's there?" a cultivator inside the house asked gruffly.
After a few breaths, the door opened, and a fierce-looking cultivator stepped out, carrying a first-grade flying sword in one hand and several first-grade talismans in the other.
Upon seeing Lu Xuan for the first ti, the fierce-looking cultivator's spiritual sense swept over him, instantly sensing the unfathomable depth of Lu Xuan's aura.
"I don't know why the senior has graced us with your presence. Please forgive any rudeness."
The fierce-looking cultivator tried to suppress his expression as much as possible, forcing a sowhat friendly smile and speaking with lowered eyebrows.
The aura of the young man in front of him had only been felt a few tis in the market, similar to the several Core Formation cultivators in the market, and even stronger.
"I have sothing to ask you. You'd better tell the truth. If I detect any concealnt, the consequences may be beyond your ability to bear."
Lu Xuan asked directly.
"Senior, please ask. I dare not conceal anything."
The fierce-looking cultivator hurriedly replied.
"Good."
Lu Xuan nodded.
"I ask you, how did you co to acquire this residence?"
"I bought it from a market trader. I rember that trader very well."
"Then, where did the previous residents of this house go?"
"I inquired before purchasing this residence. It is said that the owner's son had decent aptitude and was accepted into a small sect. In order to provide a better cultivation environnt for their child, they moved near that small sect."
The fierce-looking cultivator carefully considered his words, afraid of angering Lu Xuan.
"So, they moved away for the future of their child. I didn't expect that brat to have so talent."
Hearing the reason for the Zhang family's departure, Lu Xuan felt slightly relieved.
"Alright, you can go back inside."
He glanced at the middle-aged cultivator with a fierce appearance, leaving behind a sentence, before disappearing from the cultivator's sight like a floating light.
"Understood, senior. Safe travels!"
The cultivator shouted loudly, not sensing Lu Xuan's aura for a long ti, finally feeling completely at ease.
He breathed a deep sigh of relief, wiping the fine beads of sweat that had unknowingly appeared on his forehead, feeling a sense of lingering fear in his heart.
"I didn't expect that those few independent cultivators living here would have an acquaintance with a Core Formation expert. Fortunately, the origin of the courtyard is legitimate, otherwise..."
Thinking of the possible consequences, the cultivator shuddered, feeling extrely fortunate that he had not made an enemy of the original owner of the house.
"It turns out they joined a small sect."
After a while, Lu Xuan's figure appeared silently, his tone half joyful and half regretful.
He was glad that Zhang Xiuyuan had so decent talent and had successfully joined a sect, giving himself a chance to change his cultivation fate.
As for the regret, it naturally stemd from not being able to see the Zhang family who trusted each other and helped each other.
In the brief mont he disappeared, he had inquired with several old independent cultivators living nearby and learned that Zhang Xiuyuan had indeed joined a small sect, putting his mind at ease.
In their conversation, Lu Xuan learned that the small sect was several thousand miles away from Linyang Fang Market, and the journey there was not entirely safe. Plus, there was no guarantee he could find them quickly, so Lu Xuan had to abandon the idea of visiting them for now.
"I wonder when I'll see them again."
He sighed, his cautious nature combined with the presence of the spiritual field luminous orbs ant he rarely needed to venture out in search of opportunities. After spending seven or eight years in the Sky Sword Sect
, he finally had the chance to travel far from ho this ti.
As for the next ti he ventured out, who knew when that would be?
Lu Xuan glanced at the Zhang family's courtyard, seeming to see a naive child standing behind a couple of independent cultivators, affectionately calling him Uncle Lu.
Quickly adjusting his mindset, he headed towards the central area of the market.
"I haven't seen Hua Laoshi in so many years. I wonder how he's doing."
A slender figure flashed through his mind, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
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