Eternal Life from Talisman Painting

"If not for joining True Monarch Lu’s tutelage, how could he securely sit in the position of Young Island Master!"

Speaking of this person, Xu Lingfeng’s eyes revealed deep wariness.

This person is indeed the son of Mr. and Mrs. Meng, Meng Xinghai, with mid-Core Formation cultivation and notable talent.

Currently, the position of Island Master of Bibo Island is still held by Mr. and Mrs. Meng, but both are severely injured and have limited years left.

As for Meng Xinghai, as a disciple of True Monarch Lu, with his parents having relinquished the family’s business on Bibo Island, naturally, he is the Young Island Master.

He is also recognized by True Monarch Lu as the next generation Island Master of Bibo Island.

Lin Chang’an didn’t mind this at all; after all, what his parents fought for with their lives, if unsatisfied, one could fight for their descendants as well.

Moreover, the interests divided on the island and those earned through one’s own ability are two different matters.

"Mr. Lin, we are all from Yue Kingdom, our own people."

Xu Lingfeng, at this moment, looked at Lin Chang’an, devoid of the previous dissatisfaction.

After all, Elder Lin is from Yue Kingdom, isn’t greedy for power, and is an ascetic; ultimately, they are their own people.

But what about Meng Xinghai? Purely an outsider, with his own family, and back then, there were three Core Formation cultivators following Mr. and Mrs. Meng on the island.

Along with Mr. and Mrs. Meng now, both Core Formation late-stage cultivators are still alive.

Should his senior sister be targeted, would the Profound Sound Pavilion bear the Meng surname in the future? Or would it be directly incorporated into Bibo Island?

Thus, Xu Lingfeng now preferred his own senior sister to get closer to Lin Chang’an, definitely not wanting the Meng family to succeed.

After all, Xu Lingfeng was instinctively acting for the sect’s interests, with a bit of exclusion.

"Mr. Xu, now that the Bibo Island Market is finally on the right track, everyone should cooperate well."

At this moment, Lin Chang’an had no mind for these matters; both he and Fairy Ni Chang focused solely on enhancing their strength, pursuing the path of Nascent Soul.

Seeing Lin Chang’an’s gentlemanly demeanor, Xu Lingfeng sighed helplessly, finally raising his tea cup for a light sip.

"Mr. Lin, Mr. Qiu, this upcoming Black Market event has attracted many participants, even including True Monarch Lu’s disciple, Mr. Su."

After a year, the Bibo Island Market has settled down, and to establish fame and attract more cultivators, a grand market festival is specially held this year.

An auction, and even a grand Core Formation cultivators’ trade fair, Lin Chang’an naturally knew.

...

After a while, he finally saw off Mr. Xu.

"This Mr. Xu really is..."

Lin Chang’an shook his head, but could understand Xu Lingfeng’s cautiousness.

Just like when he was at Cyan Bamboo Mountain Market, the influx of many outsiders could disrupt his cultivation environment.

Naturally, as someone cultivating locally, he developed an exclusionary mentality.

"But the Meng family, anyone would be wary unless they have a Nascent Soul cultivator backing them."

With Meng Xinghai, the future Island Master of Bibo Island, possessing mid-Core Formation cultivation and notable talent.

Along with the late-stage Core Formation Mr. and Mrs. Meng, and the three remnant Core Formation Elders.

Just counting them, the Meng family’s influence on Bibo Island includes six Core Formation cultivators, not to mention the entire Meng family clan, which has not been weak over the years.

With such a power, who isn’t afraid of a cuckoo occupying the nest?

"Master, recently, the Profound Sound Pavilion has been secretly collecting Core Formation Spiritual Objects."

After Xu Lingfeng left, the Sword Servant solemnly reported the recent intelligence concerning the Profound Sound Pavilion.

Lin Chang’an nodded calmly upon hearing.

"It’s only natural; as upheaval approaches, the Profound Sound Pavilion needs to stockpile."

Even in recent decades, the price of Core Formation and Foundation Establishment Spiritual Objects has begun to rise.

The Profound Sound Pavilion desires to prepare more accumulation for the sect, naturally needing an additional one or two Core Formation cultivators.

"Let’s go, visit the market; it’s about to become lively."

Setting down the teacup, Lin Chang’an smiled gently, then turned into an escape light with the Sword Servant towards the market.

As they transformed into escape light and left, the Sword Servant lightly waved his hand.

The two escape lights departed, but the teacups in the pavilion were adeptly collected, except the one used by Xu Lingfeng, which was directly turned into powder.

The Bibo Island Market is vast, with streets, pavilions, and surrounding vendors, each cultivator wearing a smile as they greet the passing cultivators warmly.

The somber environment of the Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea made the mana lanterns on the island shimmer, like eternal spring.

Patrolling cultivators, passing loose cultivators, and the island’s resident cultivators’ families collectively made this place feel like a city.

However, this is merely the surface; entering the valley reveals a bustling excavated mountainside.

Only Foundation Establishment cultivators can enter here.

Layer upon layer, even the mountain cliffs host bustling cultivators peddling their wares.

"Friend, this is Tier Two late-stage demon beast essence blood, ideal for cultivation or alchemy, top-quality materials indeed."

"Your magical artifact is too expensive..."

All around, cultivators are haggling and bargaining, bustling with activity.

Entering the market, hearing the familiar accent and spotting many resources unique to the Seven Kingdoms, Lin Chang’an couldn’t help but smile.

"This feeling is truly nostalgic."

This familiar feeling was something he only experienced back in Celestial Profound City.

The Sword Servant behind him couldn’t comprehend this.

Lin Chang’an, accompanied by the Sword Servant, made his way to a tall pavilion.