Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 125 Looking Back at the Past and Arranging Tasks
Everything was ready, and Lin Fan felt relaxed all over. He then walked to the cave hall.

He sat down leisurely on the stone bench and boiled water and made tea himself.

Soon, the steaming hot spiritual tea was brewed, and the lingering tea fragrance rose up and quickly filled the entire cave.

Lin Fan comfortably picked up the teacup and took a sip. In an instant, a warm current slid down his throat, making him feel relaxed both physically and mentally. The fatigue accumulated in his body slowly dissipated like mist.

Looking back on the years since he entered the world of immortal cultivation, Lin Fan was filled with emotion.

When he was weak, he was always cautious and didn't dare to slack off at all, let alone get too close to others, for fear that his rapid improvement in cultivation would attract other people's attention. It was as if he was being pushed by an invisible big hand and couldn't stop for a moment.

During those days, he either practiced hard in seclusion in the training room every day, or traveled around looking for precious training resources.

The scene of him fighting for life and death with others for resources is still vivid in his mind. Those thrilling moments, if he made a slight mistake, his life would be in danger.

On the way, he encountered robbers blocking his way from time to time, and experienced countless life-and-death crises. It can be said that he had escaped many deaths along the way.

Who among those who practice Taoism has not dreamed of immortality and freedom?
But when I really set out on this road, I realized that this was just an unattainable dream.

Everyone strives forward on this cruel path of immortal cultivation, constantly bound by realm and lifespan. Who doesn't want to live forever and be free and at ease?

Thinking of this, Lin Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly and took another sip of the spiritual tea. The tea aroma was still mellow, but a hint of bitterness arose in his heart.

However, Lin Fan quickly suppressed these chaotic thoughts.

He knew very well that the path to becoming an immortal was long and arduous, and that only with great perseverance, wisdom, and great opportunity could one achieve success.

I am fortunate to have traveled to this world of immortal cultivation and possess two innate spiritual treasures. Such unique conditions are truly a blessing from heaven.

He silently reminded himself in his heart to be content with what he has and to be more courageous and diligent.

Any thoughts of retreat caused by difficulties and hardships are stumbling blocks on the path of cultivation and must be decisively discarded.

Since fate has given us such a rare opportunity, we should go all out and climb bravely towards the peak of the immortal path.

When you become successful and famous, standing at the highest place, you will be able to take in the myriad of beautiful scenery and appreciate your own supreme glory.

Lin Fan, who was immersed in his thoughts, suddenly heard a sound of light footsteps approaching from afar.

Looking up, I saw Qin Xian'er walking into the cave gracefully.

After not seeing her for several years, her youthfulness has faded away, and now she has become more beautiful and charming.

Lin Fan couldn't help but think in his heart: I don't know which boy will be lucky enough to marry her in the future, since my disciple is so beautiful and considerate.

"Disciple has met Master."

Qin Xian'er walked lightly in front of Lin Fan, bowed slightly, and saluted respectfully. Her voice was clear and pleasant, like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, with a bit of intimacy and respect.

Lin Fan nodded slightly, a gentle smile on his face. He raised his hand and pointed to the stone bench opposite him and said, "Come, sit down and have a cup of spiritual tea."

After saying that, he skillfully picked up the teapot and poured Qin Xianer a cup of spiritual tea.

The hot air, carrying the fragrance of tea, rises up and spreads freely in the quiet cave.

Qin Xian'er never thought that her master would actually pour tea for her. In an instant, she felt flattered and even her fingertips trembled slightly.

She tried her best to suppress her inner excitement, took light steps, and slowly sat down. Every movement she made was extremely graceful, for fear of making the slightest mistake.

She gently stretched out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, picked up the teacup, put it to the tip of her nose, and sniffed it carefully. The rich aroma of the spiritual tea instantly lingered at the tip of her nose and reached her heart.

Then, she tilted her head back slightly and took a small sip. The mellow tea slowly slid down her tongue, bringing out a wonderful flavor on her taste buds.

At this moment, Qin Xian'er narrowed her eyes slightly, and an expression of satisfaction unconsciously appeared on her face. She was intoxicated by the deliciousness of the spiritual tea, and even more moved by the sudden care of her master.

She secretly raised her eyes and looked at her master opposite her, her heart filled with indescribable warmth and gratitude.

After putting down the teacup, Qin Xian'er looked up at Lin Fan, her eyes full of respect and curiosity, and asked softly, "I wonder why Master summoned me?" The cave was very quiet, and her voice was crisp and soft, gently echoing in this small space.

"I want you to do me a favor. Go to the market near the Tianxing Sect of Yuanwu Kingdom and find a female formation master named Xin Ruyin. Ask her to help repair a formation. Here is the formation diagram."

As he spoke, Lin Fan took out a jade slip and handed it over.

Qin Xian'er carefully took the jade slip and asked, "Master, do you have a specific address?"

Lin Fan replied, “No, so you need to go find it.

It just so happens that your mistress has nothing to do recently, so let her go with you!"

As he was speaking, Chen Qiaoqian walked out of a stone chamber.

After a while, he came and sat down next to Lin Fan.

Qin Xian'er immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Master's Wife."

Chen Qiaoqian nodded and said, "No need to be polite, please sit down!"

Qin Xian'er did not sit down, but became a little restrained. After all, she was not familiar with Chen Qiaoqian.

Lin Fan asked Chen Qiaoqian if she was willing to accompany his apprentice to the Tianxing Sect market to find the formation master named Xin Ruyin, so that the two of them could take care of each other.

Chen Qiaoqian didn't think much about it. She had nothing to do anyway and was feeling bored, so she readily agreed to go with Qin Xianer.

"Yes!" Lin Fan nodded, then took out two storage bags and said, "One for each of you. Inside are some spiritual stones, elixirs, magic tools, talismans and other cultivation resources.

Remember, asking Xin Ruyin to help repair the formation must be kept secret and not let anyone else know.

When the time comes, you will bring back the repair method and formation diagram."

"Yes, husband."

"Yes, Master!"

Afterwards, Chen Qiaoqian and Qin Xianer set out together for the Tianxing Sect market.

After Chen Qiaoqian and Qin Xianer left, the cave suddenly became much quieter.

Lin Fan let out a light breath, raised his hand and gently patted the spirit beast bag. A stream of fiery red light flew out of the spirit beast bag, and it was the majestic fire phoenix.

As soon as the fire phoenix appeared, flames burned all over its body, making the surrounding air scorching hot.

It chirped happily, circled a few times in the cave, and then flew to the side to play on its own.

Sometimes it used its claws to fiddle with the pebbles on the ground, and sometimes it spread its wings and fluttered in the corner of the cave, looking very cute.

Lin Fan looked at Huo Feng's lively figure, a faint smile appearing on his face.

Then, he withdrew his gaze and took out an ancient book on formations from his storage bag.

The cover of the book is made of some strange animal skin and is engraved with mysterious runes. Although it has gone through the years, it still emits a faint spiritual fluctuation.

Lin Fan gently flipped open the book, and the paper made a crisp "rustling" sound.

He read with full concentration, his eyes moving between lines of ancient text, sometimes frowning slightly, lost in thought; sometimes a hint of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, as if he had realized something.

As he read deeper, he was immersed in the wonderful world of formations, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

The noise made by the Fire Phoenix while playing did not affect his focused expression at all.

(End of this chapter)