When they were some distance away, Lin Jin saluted Chen Xuankong. "Thank you!"
Chen Xuankong was puzzled. "Why are you thanking me, Brother Lin?"
"These two friends of mine are here to read your sect's cultivation manuals. Sorry for disturbing you." Lin Jin spoke in a reserved manner but Chen Xuankong could sense the underlying meaning in his words. He waved his hand and said, "In the past, the differences between sects were deeply ingrained so the sect's manuals couldn't be casually shown to outsiders. Even the sect's disciples were divided into different ranks. But that was then and this is now. The path of immortals has withered and there aren't many disciples in the sect while there aren't many independent cultivators out there. Perhaps it wouldn't be possible on normal days, but since these two are Brother Lin's friends, it's fine to let them read the manuals.
Lin Jin understood now.
Given the dire situation, it was true that there was no need to silently abide by the old rules. If they wanted to change, they had to be bold.
After walking around, Chen Xuankong sent Lin Jin back before leaving. Lin Jin brewed a pot of tea in his hovering yard and sat down to rest.
There were some Xuan Dao Sect's cultivation manuals on the table. According to Sage Miao Yan, as long as Lin Jin needed it, Xuan Dao Sect wouldn't be stingy.
These cultivation manuals were different from the ones in the portable library.
They were more exquisite and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were Xuan Dao Sect's core cultivation manuals.
Outside, these would surely be treasures that everyone would fight over. If this was during the peak of immortals' cultivation, these would be Xuan Dao Sect's top secret.
Either way, they were definitely good stuff and Lin Jin couldn't ask for more.
But the problem was, Lin Jin wasn't interested in cultivation at all.
Had it been in the past, Lin Jin would have indeed put a lot of effort into cultivation. After all, cultivating to become an immortal was a huge temptation to any human being. Lin Jin had even practiced breathing techniques before so he had the basics to back it up.
But becoming an immortal was a different story.
With a Rank 9 immortal devouring beast around, becoming an immortal was suicide. Perhaps, he would never be able to set foot on Middle Earth again. Lin Jin obviously didn't want that to happen. Hence, even if the opportunity to become an immortal was right before his eyes, Lin Jin wouldn't fight for it.
He had to at least get rid of the Rank 9 immortal devouring beast.
And that was if he had a pet beast that could rival it.
But here came the problem. Since he already had a pet beast that could rival the beast, why did he have to become an immortal?
For lifespan?
That was one reason. It would be great if he could live for a few hundred years or even a thousand years. However, that wasn't Lin Jin's main goal right now.
There was still time to talk about this later.
Hence, Lin Jin couldn't be bothered to read any cultivation manuals. Instead, he picked up a mutated beast record and began reading with great interest.
The beast records in the Celestial Sect had been around for thousands of years and were supplemented by the ancestors of the Xuan Dao Sect. There were more than 1,000 celestial beasts recorded, and many celestial beasts were drawn by celestials to make them more vivid.
Now, Lin Jin was even more enthusiastic about it and soon, he was immersed in it. It didn't take long before he finished the tea. By the time Lin Jin realized it, the teapot was empty.
"You don't say, this Immortal tea is really delicious." Lin Jin smacked his lips. Although he had only drunk one pot, he was starting to like the tea here.
Perhaps he should bring some back with him when he left.
He believed that Daoist Master Miao Yan would not be stingy on this matter.
Lin Jin got up to get some spring water outside to continue brewing tea. However, just as he pushed open the door, he saw an old man standing in the yard outside. This old man had white hair and looked like he was a hundred years old.
There were many old immortals like him in the Xuan Dao Sect who were actually 'young disciples'. Lin Jin had met quite a few of them on his way here. Judging from the old man's appearance, he must be one of them.
Sure enough, when he saw Lin Jin open the door, the old man hurriedly bowed. "Greetings, Mister Lin!"
Having said that, he bowed respectfully.
Truth be told, Lin Jin respected the elderly and cherished the young. This old man was a 'junior' in the Xuan Dao Sect, a disciple of the younger generation, but his actual age was far beyond Lin Jin's.
Hence, Lin Jin wouldn't be careless. Instead, he quickly said, "There's no need to bow. That Qing … Qing Zhi, what are you doing here?"
As he asked this, Lin Jin already had a hunch.
"Mister Lin, Senior Xuan Kong ordered me to wait here and listen to your instructions at all times." The old man had sharp eyes. When he saw the iron kettle in Lin Jin's hand, he immediately understood and hurried over to take it.
"Mister Lin, from now on, you can just ask Qing Zhi to pour tea for you." Having said that, he didn't wait for Lin Jin to reply and immediately ran over to fetch some water to make tea.
Lin Jin thought about it and let him be.
This was how Xuan Dao Sect treated their guests. It wouldn't be nice if he said too much. Moreover, Lin Jin still had to ask where he was going to fetch water. Fortunately, Lin Jin could just let Qing Zhi do it.
"It's rare for me to enjoy myself!" Lin Jin mumbled to himself.
However, he knew that Xuan Dao Sect was treating him with such courtesy and treated him as an honored guest because he could cure the kirin. However, even with the Purple Thunder Needle, it would still be difficult.
Lin Jin needed time to think of a plan. Fortunately, he could focus on this for the next few days.
Thus, he went back to his book. Soon, there was a knock on the door. Qing Zhi had returned. Lin Jin called him in and the old man was quick with his movements. He immediately started brewing tea and retreated respectfully after he was done.
To have an immortal serve him, Lin Jin finally experienced what 'luxury' was.
It was a pity that there weren't many female immortals in Xuan Dao Sect. If there were, he believed it would be even better.
Lin Jin's thoughts ran wild for a while before he turned his attention back to the records of mutated beasts.
Before he knew it, the sky gradually darkened.
Aokiji walked in with an oil lamp and respectfully placed it on the table. This oil lamp was very simple and unadorned. It seemed to be made of wood or bronze. The flame on the lamp was not big, but it was quite bright. At least, it was not a problem to illuminate this small house.
"I heard that in ancient times, immortals used starlight to illuminate their surroundings. No matter when and where they were, it was as bright as day. It's a pity that this place is shrouded in miasma and it's hard to see the sun and moon, let alone starlight," Qing Zhi lamented.
Lin Jin mused, 'This miasma shrouding the sky is a form of protection for you immortals. Without this miasma, a Rank 9 immortal devouring beast would descend and immortals would become extinct.'
Qing Zhi didn't leave immediately. Instead, he seemed hesitant, as if he had something to ask.
Lin Jin took the initiative to ask and the latter answered softly, "I heard that Mister Lin is from Middle Earth. I was only four years old when I left Middle Earth. In the blink of an eye, two thousand years have passed. Now that I can't return to my homeland, I wonder what happened to my tribe back then."
Lin Jin smiled and told him that Middle Earth today was completely different from how it was a thousand years ago. Now, there were states and countries within each state.
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