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In the scene at Black Canyon Ridge, Lin Xuan was not clear. At this moment, he still obediently stayed deep underground.

Soon enough, a familiar aura was indeed sensed, extremely violent and rampant. Without saying, it naturally belonged to the newly moon fairy who had been driven half-crazy by him.

It seemed that the control over her body had returned to this woman's hands.

Lin Xuan held his breath and focused intently, fully exerting his敛气术 (Conceal Qi Technique).

However, whether he could deceive it was uncertain. The powers of spirit realm cultivators were too profound.

Fortunately, the new moon did not dream that Lin Xuan would dare to stay here; she did not thoroughly search nearby but instead extended her divine consciousness as far as possible, with no收获 (gains). She could only leave with a face full of indignation.

Lin Xuan secretly exhaled in relief but did not immediately leave. Instead, he waited for several more days until everything was safe before quietly emerging from the soil.

The sky was clear and blue; what a fine day it was. Lin Xuan sighed, his lips curling into a wry smile.

This experience had truly been extraordinary—gaining a little sister while making an enemy, and both turned out to be the same person. The unpredictability of this world was such that one could never tell whether it would bring fortune or misfortune. But Lin Xuan, not an ordinary cultivator, quickly put the matter aside and transformed into a streak of lightning, flying into the forest ahead.

This forest was lush and expansive, but there were no formidable monsters; most of the beasts were at the first level. Clear Source Forest!

Originally, it had been a place for low-level scattered cultivators to take risks, but now it was occupied by the Hidden Swan Sect. Lin Xuan learned this information from the market. At first, he felt somewhat puzzled.

Although the Hidden Swan Sect wasn't a major sect or family, it did have two婴期 (Yin Qi Stage) cultivators, and their strength could not be underestimated. It was inexplicable that they would suddenly go after a forest suitable for Flexible Spirit Period cultivators; there must be something fishy going on.

After all, this didn't make sense—there had to be some treasure emerging.

But at the time, Lin Xuan did not want to complicate matters further.

Now that he was here, of course, it made no sense to ignore and leave without a reason.

Lin Xuan concealed his aura and quietly flew deeper into the forest.

Along the way, there were many checkpoints. Hundreds of cultivators patrolled through the forest, and some禁制 (prohibitions) scattered around.

The precautions were stringent, but they were far from enough to stop Lin Xuan. His遁光 (disguised light) was faint and ethereal, like a ghostly presence weaving through the forest.

"Master, what do you think they are looking for?" Moon asked curiously.

"I don't know," Lin Xuan shook his head.

"Why not just capture one of them to perform soul searching?"

"I thought about it too. But now we've only encountered Foundation Establishment cultivators; their cultivation levels are low, and they can hardly reveal any secrets. Even if we were to search their souls, we'd need higher-level ones," Moon nodded in agreement. Master truly was a master, considering things more thoroughly than I could in the blink of an eye. A suitable target appeared before his eyes.

It was a young cultivator around thirty years old but with considerable strength, already at the middle stage of Core Formation. Lin Xuan's lips curled into a smile as he quietly approached. The other seemed to be patrolling and did not notice any immediate danger approaching.

As the two were only about ten feet apart, Lin Xuan saw that faint figure, his eyes widening in shock. But it was too late to hide. He extended his hand, lightly tapping, and a thread of green light shot out from his fingertips, entering this person's forehead. The person felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a thud.

Then, the air beside him shimmered as a plain-looking young man gradually appeared.

Lin Xuan looked at the unconscious cultivator, a hint of mockery playing on his lips. He swept his sleeve, lifting the body with a light of radiance. Lin Xuan placed his hand above the top of the head and began to perform soul searching...

It took nearly a cup of tea's time before Lin Xuan released his hand, firing several fireballs. A look of contemplation appeared on his face.

"How is it, Master? Do you know what happened?"

"I'm not sure. Although this cultivator has a relatively low position in the Hidden Swan Sect, this matter is very secretive. They were just following orders to search for an jade token. As for the use of that jade token, those two old ghosts didn't say anything," "Jade token? Could it be some ancient treasure left behind by ancient cultivators?"

"This is hard to determine..."

Before Lin Xuan could finish his sentence, he suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes, looking towards the distance.

About fifty miles to the left front appeared massive fluctuations in spiritual energy. One, two... three, as if several old monsters were fighting each other.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel elated—could that jade token have already surfaced? His body was enveloped in a bright green light, then the radiance dimmed, and he transformed into an inconspicuous streak of lightning, flying towards the location where spiritual energy was rampant.

With his current powers, covering tens of miles was no more than an instant. Only a vast clearing had been cut through the dense forest as three old monsters stood facing each other at a distance. All were at the early stage of Yin Qi, with one on the left side, about fifty years old, wearing a Daoist robe and having only one arm. A gourd was slung over his back.

Lin Xuan's face showed surprise. It was well-known that cultivators' treasures could either be stored within their bodies or placed in storage bags. Few items couldn't change or shrink but were immensely powerful; they were said to be a very special type of ancient treasure, with lost methods of crafting long ago.

The other two old monsters had peculiar appearances—one bald and fat like a pig, the other an elderly woman with whitish hair and wrinkles as numerous as tree bark, looking as if she would collapse at any moment.

Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows but did not immediately reveal himself. Instead, he quietly hid behind some inconspicuous bushes.

"Hermit friend, regardless of anything else, you have some connection with us two. If you hand over the Deva Jade Token now, we will never trouble you. Otherwise, do you think you can escape from our Hidden Swan Sect's tight encirclement by yourself?" The elderly woman spoke slowly but clearly, though her tone was mild, the threat was evident.

"Handing over the jade token is as easy for you two to say. This Deva Jade Token has no owner; whoever finds it gets it. Why can't I search here in Clear Source Forest? The old man raised his eyebrows and spoke forcefully, "Fine, fine. Since you insist on going your own way, don't blame us for not considering the friendship between friends.

Before the bald old man could finish speaking, he transformed into a streak of lightning and rushed forward. Despite being fat like a pig, his movements were far more agile than those of his peers. A series of cracking sounds filled Lin Xuan's ears as his pupils constricted—the bald old man was actually an immortal cultivator.

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