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The inn was brightly lit and bustling with activity, filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter. Many people had stopped here to rest, creating a lively atmosphere.
Yun Fan dismounted from his horse, removing his conical hat as he prepared to grab a bite to eat. He stepped inside, taking note of the patrons within the inn, most of whom possessed some level of cultivation. However, those at the late stage of Refining Body were few and far between. After all, in Dongyang County and its surroundings, ordinary people were still in the majority, with cultivators being relatively scarce.
Upon seeing Yun Fan enter, the crowd barely paid him any mind; he appeared to be just a young man. In an inn like this, lone wanderers were common, each exuding a sense of confidence that allowed them to brave the outside world alone.
Soon, a waiter approached with a flattering smile and asked, "Sir, will you be needing a room or just a meal?"
Yun Fan's calm voice replied, "Please prepare me a good guest room, a pot of tea, and a plate of beef. Also, make sure my horse is fed with some quality beans."
Hearing this, the waiter's smile widened as he quickly responded, "Of course, sir! That will be two spirit stones in total."
Without hesitation, Yun Fan reached into his pocket and placed two shining spirit stones on the table. The waiter’s smile grew even more ingratiating as he eagerly accepted the stones and tucked them away.
"Rest assured, sir; I will take good care of your horse," he said with a bow.
Yun Fan nodded in acknowledgment. Shortly after, the waiter returned with a pot of tea and a plate of beef. Sitting down at a nearby table, Yun Fan picked up his chopsticks and began to eat slowly. Although he had reached the True Essence Realm in his cultivation, he had not yet begun to fast from food entirely; he still needed to consume grains occasionally to replenish his energy.
It was only when one reached the Xuan Yuan Realm or even the Diyuan Realm that they could gradually detach from the need for grains, relying solely on absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy to nourish their bodies and never feel hunger again.
At that moment, a figure cloaked in black entered through the dark night outside. It seemed as if no one noticed his presence. His sharp gaze swept across the room before lingering on Yun Fan's face for just a moment before moving on.
As Yun Fan chewed on the beef, he suddenly sensed something amiss. He quickly raised his head and looked in the direction of his intuition.
Outside the door, a figure clad in black had appeared at some point, shrouded entirely in dark clothing, revealing only a pair of eyes that obscured their face. At that moment, even the waiter reacted, approaching with a fawning smile as they conversed, seemingly requesting a guest room.
Upon seeing this person, a sense of danger welled up within Yun Fan. The figure in the black robe was anything but ordinary; there was no fluctuation of spiritual energy emanating from them, and they seemed to blend into the night itself. He hadn't even noticed their entrance.
Yun Fan thought to himself that this person was rather peculiar and likely possessed high cultivation, definitely above his own level. He wondered what this mysterious figure was doing here at such a late hour.
Deciding not to concern himself further since he did not know the individual, Yun Fan finished his plate of beef and headed directly up to the third floor, entering his guest room.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, he took out over a hundred spirit stones and arranged them around his body. He began to circulate the Thunderous Heart Sutra, absorbing the surrounding Spiritual Energy to gradually enhance his cultivation.
As night fell, a crescent moon hung in the sky, casting scattered beams of moonlight that illuminated the dark expanse above. Occasionally, a cold wind swept by outside, rustling the branches of nearby trees.
In the deep of night, the inn was enveloped in an unusual tranquility. Suddenly, sounds emerged from the adjacent room—grunting and heavy breathing filled the air. The bed creaked rhythmically, echoing throughout the space.
Yun Fan, still in meditation, furrowed his brow and abruptly withdrew from his practice, a hint of displeasure crossing his face.
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