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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千零六十九章 虚伪的和尚

Buddha!

The old monk's figure flashed, and he cast a teleportation spell to pass through the crack where the crystal was revealed.

Lin Xuan didn't want to conflict with him, but there were no good reasons to let such treasures go. With a wave of his sleeve, a streak of green light shot out, intercepting the crystal before it could be taken by the other party.

This was a precious item about the size of a fist, purple-red in color and intricately carved, exquisitely beautiful!

The monk's face turned ashen at this sight. But quickly, he regained his composure and asked Lin Xuan with a solemn expression: "Buddha! Master, may I have your crystal? It would be greatly appreciated."

"Master, you want this?"

Lin Xuan played with the item in his hand, his mind racing. The best course of action was to avoid conflict if possible. "As a junior disciple, I will follow your wishes," he said.

The monk's face lit up at this. He loved making a name for himself and would rather not have the reputation of breaking his word spread around. With a bow, he said with compassion: "This item is rare but merely ordinary alchemical material. You could find it useless after obtaining it. My nephew's cultivation technique requires such an item, which I cannot acquire at this moment. If you are willing to part with it, I will offer 3,000 crystal stones for its acquisition."

Three thousand crystal stones?

This old monk was really shameless!

Lin Xuan thought of Gai Yi, but the monk's words had another purpose—to test whether the crystal was worth only three thousand crystal stones. Most other late-stage元婴 cultivators closed their eyes and began to meditate.

"Master, I appreciate your kindness. If you insist, I will gladly give it to you. However,"

"How about that?" The monk frowned, sensing something amiss.

Lin Xuan sighed with a bitter smile on his face: "A comrade of mine was injured by a strange insect. After searching through ancient texts, I found a solution, but the pills required this crystal."

Lin Xuan wasn't easily fooled. He was good at lying without blinking. The monk liked making a name for himself and wouldn't dare to bully him in front of thousands of fellow cultivators.

The corner of the monk's mouth twitched. A late-stage condensation core cultivator dared to lie to him about using this crystal for alchemy, something he would have gladly torn apart alive if given the chance. But his pride still stood firm.

"Buddha! I understand now. Saving a life is better than building seven levels of pagodas. I shouldn't be competing with you, but my nephew truly needs it. Let's go together and see if I can save your comrade. Then you can give me the crystal. This way, we both get what we want," the monk said with a compassionate expression.

Everyone around him showed respectful looks. Even an advanced late-stage cultivator wouldn't reason with a mere condensation core cultivator; they would just take it and be done with it.

They say this master is benevolent and can save countless lives, so the rumors are true.

Of course, many others were skeptical. The expression on Leiyin's face was filled with mockery. This old monk was truly foolish—what use was a reputation when eternal life mattered most?

"Master, your consideration is thorough. I dare not refuse," Lin Xuan said with a mocking smile on his face, but with the utmost respect: "I will follow you."

"Friend Leiyin, please stay here to oversee things while I go away for a moment."

The monk raised his head and gave instructions before separating from Lin Xuan, each of them manifesting their power as two different colored streaks of light heading into the sky.

After a short while, the surroundings became increasingly desolate. The monk's face was filled with joy; this place seemed perfect for their plan.

Although he was shameless, as an advanced late-stage cultivator, he didn't consider it a sneak attack on a mere condensation core cultivator.

"Buddha! What do you think of these surroundings?"

"Not bad, but too lonely. I don't want to be buried here. If you wish to kill and take the treasure, you must have misjudged me," Lin Xuan slowed his light and stopped with a smile on his face. He showed no fear despite being an advanced late-stage cultivator.

"What?" The monk's expression froze as he turned pale. His eyes widened in alarm, and he immediately released his powerful divine sense.

"Relax, there are no ambushes here. I am just a lone cultivator who has never met you before. How could I possibly set up an ambush for someone like you?"

"What did you mean by that?" The monk's expression grew even darker. There was indeed no trace of any other cultivators within two hundred miles, but how dare such a lowly condensation core cultivator be so bold in his presence? What could he have?

"You must think I am mad. You know this crystal is an item that defies the heavens. Don't you want to take me to a desolate place and kill me for it?" Lin Xuan said, and as he spoke, a green light enveloped him, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Late-stage middle-stage?

The monk was stunned but his expression softened. He feared the possibility of hidden traps from the other party, but if it were just a late-stage middle-stage cultivator, he wouldn't have cared.

However, the other's concealment technique was too mysterious and had deceived him.

"Hmph, you are also an advanced late-stage cultivator. But do you think you can match me? Hand over the moon crystal, and I might spare your life," the monk said viciously, having already torn off his facade of false compassion.

"Spare my life? What a big mouth! Do you still want that treasure even after risking death?" Lin Xuan sneered.

"What?" The monk burst into laughter: "Friend, are you insane? Don't you know there is a huge difference between middle-stage and advanced late-stage cultivators? You dare to be so arrogant in front of me. Very well, if you don't want to live, I will send you to the Avici Hell!"

After saying this, he clasped his hands together, emitting a faint golden light. A powerful spiritual pressure descended from the sky; as a monk of the Thousand Buddha Sect's Arhat Hall, he practiced the Diamond Sutra to Subdue Demons.

Despite his questionable character, his cultivation power was far beyond anything Lin Xuan had ever seen before.

The overwhelming spiritual pressure chilled him to the bone. Those with lower cultivation levels might even tremble in fear, but Lin Xuan showed no signs of fear. With a wave of his sleeve, he drew out a short green sword.

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