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Lin Xuan's face flashed with surprise, but he quickly dispelled it.

In the realm of low-grade cultivators, he had seen many things, but a defensive spiritual artifact was something he had never encountered before. From a certain perspective, such artifacts were more valuable than offensive ones.

"Learn to take hits before you learn to hit," this saying from secular martial artists also applied in the cultivation world. In combat, it could be even more perilous; a single misstep and blood would spill five steps, with one's head being taken off by an opponent.

Thus, before engaging in battle, both sides would set up layers of prohibitions, qi shields, defensive talismans, and higher-grade spiritual artifacts around their bodies. Otherwise, no matter how high your cultivation or how intricate your spells, if you had no protection, it was still a matter of life and death.

From the strength of the protective shield formed by spiritual artifacts, they naturally offered the greatest defense, drawing many cultivators to them. However, except for top-grade spiritual artifacts that could come with their own shields, other grades of spiritual artifacts had more singular attributes.

Considering this, it was not surprising that Lin Xuan hadn't seen one before. But then he thought about it; in Youzhou, a region where cultivation levels were relatively high, and the opponent being a grandperfect stage cultivator, having such an artifact wasn’t so outlandish after all.

Lin Xuan’s thoughts raced as his hands moved without pause. Seeing the fire rain blocked by the spiritual artifact, he cast another spell from the array.

The spells split into two, then four, and finally eight. The eight trigrams in the sky began to change shape, becoming smaller but multiplying in number.

Instead of spilling out fire rain, they now shot out red beams of light.

Tan Ming’s face turned a bit black as he cast another spell and pointed at the spiritual artifact above his head. It instantly transformed into a round ball, enveloping him completely.

He was a grandperfect stage cultivator after all, and Tan Ming could already tell that he was trapped by an array talisman. Unlike a formation flag or disk, which required more energy to maintain, this array talisman had much less power.

Given the situation, Tan Ming felt confident that as long as he endured through this round of attacks and exhausted the array talisman’s energy, he could break free from the restrictions and enter the cave to finish off his opponent.

Thinking about the likely possibility of a core foundation expert inside who was stuck due to reaching a critical point in cultivation, Tan Ming felt a malicious satisfaction at the thought of being able to slaughter them without resistance.

"Just hold on for a bit longer," Tan Ming told himself. He licked his lips and stared with vicious and greedy eyes.

Suddenly, a clear call echoed through the air as the darkness was pierced by a giant bird with three eyes and one claw. "Go!" Lin Xuan pointed at the bird.

Outside the cave, countless red beams of light fell like raindrops. Tan Ming poured more energy into the spiritual artifact, desperately defending against the attacks. Although it was strenuous, he felt quite smug.

Opponent launching such a fierce attack must be nervous and afraid to finish him off in one go. As long as he endured through this round of attacks and exhausted the array talisman’s energy, he could break free from the restrictions and enter the cave to clean up the mess.

Thinking about the likely core foundation expert inside who was stuck due to reaching a critical point in cultivation, Tan Ming felt a malicious satisfaction at the thought of being able to slaughter them without resistance.

"Only hold on for a bit longer," Tan Ming told himself. He licked his lips and stared with vicious and greedy eyes as he heard the sounds of surprise and anger from outside.

Lin Xuan remained calm; with his current cultivation level and treasures, eliminating an opponent at the same level wasn’t difficult. "For greed, one dies; for food, a bird perishes." Since he had acted on his desire, he was prepared to fall.

Lin Xuan focused his attention back on the medicinal pills. He took out a fire from the earth talisman...

Half an hour later, a fragrant aroma filled the cave as Lin Xuan’s face lit up with joy, quickly replaced by gravity.

It was now the critical moment for forming the pill; he couldn’t afford to be careless. After some contemplation, Lin Xuan activated the Green Snow Ring, pouring in more energy. Soon, a pure white flame appeared in the air.

Primordial Fire!

Only core foundation experts could use it, but with his top-grade spiritual artifact, Lin Xuan managed to use it as well, though at great cost to his mana.

Compared to earth vein fire, primordial fire was better for alchemy.

This was a critical moment for whether the top-grade wash-spirit pill would succeed. Lin Xuan had no choice but to take a risk.

As he poured in mana and released the primordial fire, he carefully controlled the temperature of the medicinal pill. Half an hour later, with a loud bang, the qi scattered everywhere, even lifting the lid off the cauldron.

Seeing this unexpected change, Lin Xuan was not worried; he didn’t bother resting as he cast a white light from his hand. The light enveloped the cauldron and brought it back.

The room filled with fragrance as Lin Xuan examined the pill. Its color, smell, and even its surface glow matched those described in ancient texts. This legendary medicinal pill indeed lived up to its reputation.

Lin Xuan carefully stored the wash-spirit pill and the cauldron before sitting cross-legged. He held two crystal stones in his hands, replenishing his mana.

Unlike absorbing natural qi, using crystal stones was much faster; within a quarter of an hour, Lin Xuan’s mana was fully restored.

The middle-grade crystal stones lost their luster as Lin Xuan smiled and left the cave.

The energy from the Yin-Yang Eight Trigram Formation had been depleted by about seventy percent. The spirit of the giant bird also seemed to be weakening. Lin Xuan was surprised; it appeared that the unexpected guest’s strength was stronger than he had imagined.

But regardless, he was already dead. Tan Ming's corpse lay on the ground.

Lin Xuan pointed his finger at the body, and a translucent soul emerged, filled with fear as it looked at the smiling youth. "Friend, please spare me! You must have misunderstood; I truly had no ill intentions!"

"Hmph, still trying to lie?"

"Please, spare my life! My physical body is destroyed, leaving only a solitary spirit. Have pity on me!"

Lin Xuan remained indifferent and ignored Tan Ming's pleas. It wasn’t because he was cruel but rather that mercy for the enemy meant cruelty for oneself.

Lin Xuan didn't want to leave any hidden dangers due to his compassion.

He took out the Hundred Soul Banner.

"Magic artifact?"

The ghostly spirits screamed as they tried to escape, but with the Yin-Yang Eight Trigram Formation around them, they were like flies trapped in a cage.

Ghostly mists emerged from the banner and enveloped one of the spirits...

Black light flashed, making the Hundred Soul Banner even more ominous. Lin Xuan nodded; adding another soul increased its power slightly.

Lin Xuan didn’t want to kill anyone but wasn't against using his enemies' souls to enhance the magic artifact's strength.

According to the cultivation technique, this was a growing-type magical treasure that grew stronger with each absorbed soul.

After tidying up the mess, Lin Xuan looked around the cave. It was time to leave.

Fortunately, today’s visitor was a low-grade cultivator; if it had been a core foundation expert, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Although nothing serious happened, this experience served as a reminder for Lin Xuan that cultivation involved many dangers and shouldn’t be disturbed. He needed a safer place to break through his bottleneck.

"Seal!"

Lin Xuan pointed at the giant bird, and its soul transformed into a fiery talisman, which he took in hand. Then he thoroughly cleaned out the dead cultivator’s storage bag, taking everything of value, especially the defensive cloth, which was exactly what he needed.

He then summoned his flying sword, and with a burst of light, the entire mountain collapsed into rubble, erasing all traces of cultivation activity. Tan Ming's body was buried under the debris.

Lin Xuan nodded in satisfaction before vanishing as a blue light, heading towards the horizon.

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