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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千零四章 疑窦

Lian Ying's eyes were filled with venom. Wei Qing had reached such an extent that begging for mercy only brought more contempt from Hu Feng, but how hateful it was to纵横 the world and end up being deceived by a tiger, ending his life in despair.

North Void True Lord's lips curled into a cruel smile as he waved his sleeves, transforming the crystal clear giant claw into a beam of light. It enveloped the demon infant before flying back to his body.

A gray light flashed across North Void’s face as he transformed into an eerie half-human, half-demon appearance. He opened his blood-stained mouth and swallowed the core soul, his eyes glowing with blood for a moment before returning to normal after a long while.

He extended his tongue and licked his lips, laughing long and hard: "Not bad, not bad. Although I didn't get the treasure of an immortal in the Separation and Union stage, this收获 is still worth the trip."

Then he transformed into a streak of shocking light and flew up to the sky.

Lin Xuan slowed down his遁光 and stopped, looking at the unconscious girl below with a frown.

"From the looks of it, she seems to have encountered danger and was controlled by someone. Yet, she is still alive. This is rather strange," Lin Xuan said as he looked at her.

"Uncle."

Lian Ying's face turned pale as she knelt down: "Yun'er dares not deceive Uncle. What I just said was the truth."

"Alright, get up."

Lin Xuan sighed; this matter was indeed unusual. As Lian Ying spoke, he secretly used a secret technique to sense her heart.

Although this method wasn't one hundred percent accurate, it was close enough that Yun'er likely hadn’t lied.

Of course, he did this because of their connection. If it were an unknown person, he would have directly searched for the soul, which would be simpler and more efficient.

Though Lin Xuan had gone through many hardships, he wasn't a heartless man.

He could be ruthless to enemies but was always lenient with acquaintances unless absolutely necessary. He wasn’t a killer by nature, nor did he indulge in unnecessary violence.

"Thank you, Uncle."

Seeing Lin Xuan's expression soften, Lian Ying slowly stood up, though her face still showed some unease.

"Who is that old monster? Did you see him clearly?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle. His cultivation was too high. Yun'er couldn't resist and fell into a coma after one exchange," the girl said nervously.

Lin Xuan nodded; he had only asked out of curiosity. Logically speaking, a late-stage cultivator would have no trouble subduing a condensation core stage cultivator, let alone notice his appearance.

Lin Xuan fell silent, this matter was indeed strange.

He could be certain that the old monster was a demon's accomplice, but why did he spare Lian Ying? Could there be some connection between them?

"Uncle, I can't figure out either. My ancestor of the Lian family had a core soul in the late stage, but it has long since declined. Later, I became his disciple, and to say something disrespectful, even my master is only at the early stage of the core soul. There's no way he could have any connection with a late-stage cultivator," Lian Ying said.

"Alright, you don't need to explain. I believe you didn't lie." Lin Xuan waved his hand: "In any case, surviving is still fortunate. We shouldn't overthink it."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Lian Ying was clearly relieved and smiled.

"Uncle, what should we do now?"

"This goes without saying; we need to find the exit and leave this place," Lin Xuan said with a frown.

"Do you have any clues, Uncle?"

"There are no clues. But we originally appeared in Cloud Ridge Mountains for some reason, and there was no teleportation involved." Lin Xuan pondered as he spoke.

"Uncle means that the place where we first appeared might have a secret exit connected to Cloud Ridge Mountain?"

Lin Xuan turned his head and looked at Lian Ying. He had seen many junior cultivators; among them, those with both excellent roots and sharp minds were rare. Unfortunately, he didn't seek disciples, so this girl was still an option.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" Seeing Lin Xuan's expression, Lian Ying became nervous again.

"Nothing," Lin Xuan shook his head as he transformed into a streak of shocking light and flew towards the distance.

"Oh." Although Mo'er felt slightly disappointed, she remained obedient. If her master didn't want to say anything more, she wouldn't keep asking.

In the direction Lin Xuan looked, about a hundred miles away, a faint glow appeared in the air as a scroll-like treasure floated above it, emitting countless sword beams that struck somewhere in space.

Beside it hung a young man with long white hair reaching his waist. It was none other than the cunning City Master Hao Shi.

Suddenly, he turned his head and looked towards Lin Xuan's direction, his eyes flashing with greed and struggle.

"That mid-stage cultivator who obtained the treasure. He separated from Tian Xiaojian?"

North Void True Lord muttered to himself as he thought of the Separation and Union stage cultivator’s treasure. His heart burned with desire, but after a moment of hesitation, he gave up on his greed.

The lesson was fresh in his mind—the tragic fate of that late-stage demon!

Although this mid-stage cultivator worked together with Tian Xiaojian, the power of the Palace Young Master was indeed formidable, yet it wasn't extraordinary.

Thus, the demon's miserable end likely stemmed from the mid-stage cultivator’s divine techniques being too powerful.

It was no wonder North Void True Lord made such assumptions; he hadn’t witnessed their battle firsthand and naturally undervalued Tian Xiaojian, attributing all the credit to Lin Xuan.

With his heart burning with desire, but not daring to act rashly, he said: "Forget it. This trip has already brought many benefits. One must know when to be content. The pressing matter is to bring the demon ancestor's soul into this world."

Though treasures were tempting, they paled in comparison to the allure of ascending to the higher realms.

Thinking about this, he gritted his teeth and forcefully pushed away such thoughts. His hands trembled as he cast spell after spell.

The scroll-like treasure flashed and turned a page before the sword beams dissipated, replaced by dark claws that shot out more sharply than light.

Below an unremarkable mountain stood a handsome but sinister-looking young man.

Tian Xiaojian!

At his feet lay a skeleton, long dead.

Ancient immortal's remains!

But Tian Xiaojian found no treasures here; even his storage bag was nowhere to be seen!

Frustratingly, he had wasted this trip for nothing.

This Cloud Ridge Mountain journey had cost him dearly with minimal gains.

No, Tian Xiaojian suddenly noticed the peculiar posture of the left hand on the skeleton. The four fingers were tightly clenched, and the lone finger seemed to point at something.

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