The valley isn’t large, but it’s surrounded by palaces.
Moreover, inside, there are quite a few spirit dicines planted.
Many of them do not exist on the Heavenly Martial Continent.
However, Lin Xuan recognizes them.
This is because he has inherited the legacy of Lord of Wine and Dan Yu King.
Therefore, he has precise knowledge of these herbs, and there’s hardly any herb he doesn’t know.
Soon, he enters a palace.
This palace has six floors, each filled with books,.
Lin Xuan glances around and finds that most of them are books related to the Alchemy Dao, covering formulas, herb identification, and pharmacology.
There are also Fla Pill Furnaces and more; in short, everything related to elixirs is here.
You could say the knowledge here is very rich.
Finally, Lin Xuan follows the young man in the pill robe and arrives at the fifth floor.
There, a middle-aged man is sitting.
He’s currently holding an ancient book, carefully reading it.
The book’s pages are slightly yellowed and even curled, indicating it’s been flipped through countless tis.
However, at this mont, the middle-aged man is holding it as if it were a treasure.
Lin Xuan looks forward and is slightly surprised.
Because the fla aura emanating from this person is very strong.
It’s even surpassed the Biluo Fire and the mysterious fla from Han Li’s hand.
No need to guess; the other person must also possess a terrifying fla.
Moreover, he senses an extrely formidable soul power from the man.
Even Lin Xuan is greatly astonished by this soul power.
The other person must surely be an alchemist, and a terrifying one at that!
Unexpectedly, upon arriving at the Elixir Sect, he encounters such a person,
"Martial Uncle, the person has been brought," the young man in the pill robe respectfully says.
"Hmm, I know,"
The middle-aged man in front says indifferently, but doesn’t imdiately lift his head, still engrossed in the book.
The young man in the pill robe respectfully exits, leaving only Lin Xuan behind.
After a while, the middle-aged man lifts his head, closes the book, and with a flick of his hand, the book floats to a nearby shelf.
Then, he picks up a token from the table, his eyes flickering as he solemnly asks,
"You are Lin Xuan?"
"Yes."
Lin Xuan nods, having already restrained his aura, looking as ordinary as any common person.
However, his face carries a very composed expression.
"Not bad, being able to withstand my pressure - it seems your strength is indeed extraordinary."
"I’ve heard from Chu Yu about your situation. Defeating Han Li, your combat ability is truly surprising."
"But I’m curious; with such skills, joining other sects should offer you great treatnt?"
"So why do you want to enter the Elixir Sect?"
At the end, his gaze becos sharp as if two sharp swords, probing into Lin Xuan.
Yet Lin Xuan remains calm, the Great Dragon Sword Soul within him quickly rotating to counteract the pressure.
"Besides being a martial artist, I am also an alchemist, naturally wanting to join the Elixir Sect to learn more advanced alchemy skills."
Alchemist!
The middle-aged man squints. Honestly, he can’t believe the other party is also an alchemist.
"Prove it?"
Lin Xuan nods slightly, then unleashes his soul power, astonishing the middle-aged man opposite him, who didn’t expect such strong soul power.
"Nice! Generally speaking, ordinary people don’t have such formidable souls."
"Kid, it seems your talent is indeed wonderful."
The middle-aged man nods slightly, then gestures with his hand.
Instantly, the wall flashes open, revealing a painting.
It’s two Yin Yang fishes, one black and one white, intertwining mysteriously.
How many changes can you perceive if you look closely?
As the middle-aged man’s voice falls, the Yin Yang Diagram on the painting begins to spin rapidly.
The black and white patterns turn into black-and-white-colored fish, swimming swiftly.
"72 changes."
Lin Xuan glances, quickly responding.
"And now?"
The middle-aged man asks again, as the speed of the Yin Yang fishes increases.
"Three hundred and sixty changes."
"1800 changes."
"7200 changes."
"Twelve thousand changes!"
When Lin Xuan voices this number, the middle-aged man is montarily stunned.
He didn’t expect the young man before him to perceive so many changes.
The Yin Yang Diagram in front of them is a treasure of their Elixir Sect, extrely peculiar.
Although it doesn’t have any attack power, it can test a martial artist’s soul power.
The Yin Yang fishes have countless changes, and only through soul power can a martial artist capture these changes.
The stronger the soul power, the more changes one can perceive.
Generally, perceiving 3600 changes is already enough to enter the Elixir Sect.
Above 5000 changes, that’s quite a genius.
Even better ones perceive seven to eight thousand changes; those perceiving over ten thousand are extraordinary!
The soul power of such people is exceptionally high, unattainable by ordinary martial artists.
Unless they have specific cultivation techniques for soul power or have consud so Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
To observe 12000 changes right from the start is rare! Almost no one can achieve this.
So, Lin Xuan’s soul power truly astounds him.
"Your soul power is impressive, but what about your understanding of spiritual dicine?"
The middle-aged man flicks his finger, and three droplets of liquid appear in the air instantly.
"Can you identify what spiritual dicines these are made from?"
"This one has forty-two kinds, including Purple Heliotrope, Extre Spirit Grass..."
Lin Xuan lists them one by one, with an exceedingly composed deanor.
This leaves the middle-aged man even more astounded.
These spiritual liquids are made from tens to hundreds of spirit grasses, generally impossible for one to discern.
Yet, the young man before him rattles them off easily as if he were reciting a familiar list. Clearly, he is indeed an alchemist!
"Very good, you’ve passed," the middle-aged man says, utterly satisfied.
"With your talent and current strength, you can bypass being an Outer Disciple and directly beco an Inner Sect Disciple."
"Thank you, Senior," Lin Xuan breathes a sigh of relief.
"Alright, you can now report to the Inner Sect."
The middle-aged man turns his hand over, producing a new token, which he hands to Lin Xuan.
"This is your identity token; imprint your soul power on it and don’t lose it,"
After saying this, the middle-aged man sits down again.
With a gesture of his hand, the books on the distant shelf, as if lifted by invisible hands, float back toward him.
The middle-aged man resus reading the ancient book without paying further attention to Lin Xuan.
anwhile, Lin Xuan, holding the newly acquired Inner Sect Disciple token, leaves the great hall.
Upon exiting, he notices that the young man in the pill robe is still waiting outside.
"Oh, how do I get to the Inner Sect?" Lin Xuan asks.
Inner Sect!
The young man in the pill robe looks up suddenly, eyes full of shock, "You entered the Inner Sect?"
Lin Xuan nods, then shows his token.
Imdiately, the young man in the pill robe sucks in a breath of cold air, looking at Lin Xuan as if he were a monster.
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