Abyss Walker

Chapter 154 Spirit Pavilion

The old man smiled slightly and stroked his long beard: "That pavilion is called 'Spirit-Hidden Pavilion.' It is not conspicuous, but as long as you have a request in your heart, it will naturally appear to you. Remember, sincerity is key."

Yun Muhan's heartbeat quickened with his steps, and his gaze was drawn to the ancient pavilion as if by a magnet.

The hustle and bustle of the market gradually faded from his ears, as if it had become background noise from another world, and all his attention was focused on the tightly closed door.

He stopped in front of the attic, where the surrounding hustle and bustle contrasted sharply with the tranquility of the attic.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the market, dappling the wooden door of the attic. The door looked particularly old, with the wood grain seemingly bearing the marks of time, yet it was exceptionally clean, without a speck of dust.

Yun Muhan reached out and gently touched the door, feeling its coldness. His fingers slid along the door frame, searching for any possible mechanisms or hidden signs.

However, apart from the marks left by time, there was nothing else on the door.

Yun Muhan frowned, silently reciting the words "Spirit Pavilion" in his mind, as if searching for some kind of resonance or the secret to opening it.

He looked around, trying to find clues, but the noise of the market and the bustling crowd gave him no hints. He took a deep breath, decided not to hesitate any longer, and gently pushed the door open.

The door was pushed open with surprising ease, as if it had been waiting for his arrival.

As the door opened, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted out, a stark contrast to the bustling atmosphere of the market.

Yun Muhan stepped inside. The interior of the pavilion was dimly lit, but the layout was still clear enough to see.

Rows of bookshelves stood quietly against the wall, filled with various ancient books and scrolls. The air was filled with the smell of paper and ink, giving people a sense of tranquility and mystery.

Yun Muhan's heart seemed to quicken at that moment. His eyes were fixed on the ancient book on the table, each word like a flickering flame, igniting the hope in his heart.

He gently turned the pages, his fingertips tracing the yellowed paper, as if he could feel the weight of history.

Each page records the wisdom and experience of our predecessors, and each line of text reveals an exploration and reverence for the mysteries of nature.

His gaze lingered on the descriptions of exotic flowers, rare herbs, and miraculous medicines, silently noting down the characteristics of each herb and the steps involved in its preparation.

When he turned to the last page and saw the recipe for "Guiyuan Pill", a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This is a legendary elixir, said to restore lost abilities and even potentially enhance cultivation.

Yun Muhan's heart stirred, and he remembered the old man he had met at the market earlier. The old man's stall was filled with all sorts of strange and unusual medicinal herbs, among which perhaps were the spiritual herbs and medicines he needed.

He remembered the old man's deep eyes, which seemed to see through people's hearts, and his words revealed a profound understanding of these medicinal herbs.

Yun Muhan closed the ancient book, his mind made up. He carefully placed the book back on the stone table, making sure it wouldn't be blown away by the wind.

Then, he turned and walked resolutely towards the exit of the hall. He had to find those medicinal herbs as soon as possible and begin refining the "Return to Origin Pill".

Just as Yun Muhan was about to leave, an aged voice rang out in the hall: "Young man, you're not just looking for a way to regain your human form, are you?"

Yun Muhan was startled and looked around, even trying to sense people, but all he could see were figures.

The voice continued, "I am the guardian of this Spirit Pavilion, and I may be able to help you with your problem."

Yun Muhan was overjoyed and respectfully asked, "Senior, can you help me regain my human form?"

The guardian's voice carried a hint of amusement: "I can offer you assistance, but true power lies within yourself. You must find those medicinal herbs and refine the Rejuvenation Pill according to the methods in the ancient texts. However, before that, you need to pass a test."

Yun Muhan answered firmly, "I am willing to accept the test, no matter how difficult it may be."

The guardian's voice faded into the distance: "Very good, go, find those medicinal herbs, and then come back here. I will tell you how to refine the Returning Origin Pill."

Yun Muhan's every step was so composed, as if each step carried his determination and hope.

His gaze was firm, sharp and focused, like a falcon searching for its prey in the sky, not missing any corner of the market that might contain the medicinal herbs he needed.

The clamor of the market echoed in his ears, but his attention was completely focused on the stalls. His gaze, like a sharp sword, pierced through the noise, pointing directly at the stalls that might be hiding precious medicinal herbs.

When Yun Muhan's gaze fell on that small stall, he involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

The stall owner was an old woman with gentle yet profound eyes that seemed to see right through people.

Her stall wasn't large, but it was filled with some unusual flowers and plants, each exuding a faint spiritual aura, as if telling the story of their extraordinary origins.

On the old woman's stall, there was a magical herb with small purple flowers, its petals still glistening with dewdrops, making it look exceptionally fresh.

Beside it was a spiritual herb emitting a faint blue light. Its leaves were as green as jade, with silver edges, making it look mysterious and noble.

Yun Muhan's gaze lingered on these medicinal herbs. He could sense the powerful vitality contained within them, which was exactly what he needed.

He carefully squatted down, reached out and gently touched the herbs, feeling their temperature and texture.

Yun Muhan's fingers moved among the medicinal herbs, as if playing a silent melody, every movement revealing his respect and longing for these herbs.

Yun Muhan carefully examined them and found that several of them were the medicinal herbs he needed.

"Grandma, how much are these medicinal herbs?" Yun Muhan asked, pointing to the herbs.

The old woman looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes: "Young man, you have a good eye. These are all rare spiritual herbs. However, they are not for sale; you need to exchange them for something of equal value."