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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千零九十七章 天蛛蛊毒

Yun'er narrated in a gentle tone, recounting the hardships she had endured. She met her mentor again at a remote mountain after Meng Ri, but not with the joy of a reunion. Songyang Qinxin's injuries were more severe than expected; she was an intermediate-stage Immortal Core cultivator, and the force of her palm contained剧毒. At that time, Qinxin could barely hold on, yet in order to evade the pursuit of the Thousand Buddha Sect’s monks, she had no choice but to use a secret technique to forcefully activate her true essence. While this temporarily suppressed her injuries, it was akin to drinking poison to quench thirst. The剧毒 not only entered her internal organs but also affected her Immortal Core.

"What?" Lin Xuan's expression turned pale at these words: "The poison has spread into the Immortal Core?"

"Yes, Master Uncle, that is what my mentor said."

Lin Xuan’s face darkened further; the situation was more perilous than anticipated. It was well known that cultivators who advanced to the Immortal Core stage rarely met their end because such experts had transcended physical constraints and could survive even if their bodies perished, with their Immortal Cores remaining.

This effectively gave these ancient monsters an extra life. However, while the Immortal Core offered boundless power and allowed for the use of great divine techniques, it was also extremely fragile. Any severe poison would cause significant damage to one's cultivation and might even drop them back to the Condensation Core stage.

"Ah, what should we do?" The young woman’s face turned pale with concern.

"Don't worry; I will handle this matter," Lin Xuan said confidently. "Yun'er, go back to Qinxin and take good care of her. In no less than three months, but not more than half a year, I will bring the antidote."

"Thank you, Master Uncle." Yun'er’s face was filled with gratitude as she bowed respectfully.

"By the way, where is Qinxin now?"

"In Snow Tower City."

Snow Tower City? Lin Xuan paused, his expression uncertain. "It's normal that you haven't heard of it; it's a human city far from here, and there are no nearby Spirit Channels, so few cultivators visit. Your mentor should be safe there."

"Indeed," Lin Xuan nodded. Yun'er was right; hiding in the mundane world would be their best choice.

"Now, how did you come to this place..."

Yun'er replied, "To find a way to save my mentor from the poison. After my mentor fell ill, I sought medical advice everywhere and once received guidance from an elder who said that several rare herbs were needed to refine a Spirit Pill. However, I couldn't find all of them, so I came here hoping for luck."

Yun'er's expression relaxed as she spoke. "Thank you, Master Uncle!"

Lin Xuan nodded and asked, "Can you bring me the recipe for the Spirit Pill that can remove the poison?"

"Of course, Master Uncle!" Yun'er quickly took out a green jade cylinder from her waist.

Lin Xuan delved into his divine sense to examine it: "Humble herb, heart-cleansing stone, venomous dragon参, and inscribed spirit flower..."

His expression darkened. "Master Uncle, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with the recipe?"

"It’s not necessarily wrong; this method is too aggressive. Even if we can remove the poison, Qinxin will suffer significant damage to her cultivation and might even drop back to the Condensation Core stage."

"Ah, what should we do?" The young woman's face turned pale.

"Don't worry; I'll handle it. Yun'er, return to Qinxin and take good care of her. In no less than three months but not more than half a year, I will bring the antidote. During this time, you must remain hidden."

"Thank you, Master Uncle." Yun'er took out an empty jade cylinder and delved into it.

After a moment, she respectfully handed the cylinder to Lin Xuan: "Master Uncle, Snow Tower City's location and my contact with our mentor are written here. Please be careful; I will wait for you from afar."

"Thank you," Lin Xuan nodded.

The two parted ways after this exchange. As he watched Yun'er’s figure disappear, Lin Xuan sighed. He never expected the Green Cloud Mountain to end up in such a predicament. Songyang was poisoned but it didn't matter; he would find a solution that wouldn’t cause her cultivation to plummet.

"Master, the Thousand Buddha Sect is too despicable," Moer's voice came from behind him, filled with indignation. The young girl hated hypocrites who killed and stole while preaching righteousness: "Unfortunately, their power is beyond our reach."

"Hmph, who said I can't provoke them?" Lin Xuan retorted.

"But they have Intermediate-stage cultivators," Moer reminded him nervously, fearing he might act impulsively.

"Hmph, what of it? An Intermediate-stage old monster?" Lin Xuan’s lips curled in a sneer. "While I am currently no match for the Thousand Buddha Sect, Moer, do you think I don’t have a chance to advance to that stage?"

"Of course, Master, we agreed to be together forever. Even if it takes years, I believe you will ascend to become a True Immortal one day," the young girl said with a smile.

This was quite flattering...

Lin Xuan blushed; he was only an intermediate-stage Immortal Core cultivator and had no idea how many trials lay ahead before reaching the heavens or even ascending to the Spirit Realm. "Moer, let’s get back on track. Once I successfully refine the Transcendence Pill, I will remove the constraints of my demonic infant and close myself off for a few decades. Advancing to late-stage Immortal Core should be possible. In time, I will reach that stage too. By then, the Thousand Buddha Sect—hmm..."

Lin Xuan didn’t say more, but Moer understood his character well; he was truly angry this time.

The Thousand Buddha Sect originated from ancient times and was among the strongest in the Seven Clans. However, Lin Xuan’s abilities far exceeded those of his peers. While he might have been cautious as an Immortal Core cultivator, once he advanced to Intermediate-stage, he might not hesitate to take on the Thousand Buddha Sect alone.

However, this matter couldn’t be rushed; there were still many issues to address. Qinxin's injuries were severe but wouldn't pose a threat in the short term. Lin Xuan continued towards the market selling ghost cultivator items without delay.

Moer’s cultivation was also urgent, and he didn't want to disappoint her again. Moreover, she would need to gather information for Qinxin’s antidote, which wasn’t contradictory with their current goals.

The distance wasn’t far, so Lin Xuan didn’t request a beast carriage. He transformed his aura using Yin-Yang Techniques as he entered the ghost cultivator market, making himself less conspicuous.

Despite the unexpected nature of this place, Lin Xuan walked in without hesitation. However, he had to pay two middle-grade crystal stones at the entrance before entering.

Lin Xuan frowned but paid and stepped inside. The buildings were strange and eerie, resembling various grotesque sculptures of ghosts and demons, though they were oversized. Entering them felt like stepping into a ghost’s stomach. Even as a ghost cultivator market, it was unnecessarily dark and ominous. These ghostly sculptures looked ancient, so why did the ancient cultivators build such places?

Lin Xuan felt a strange pressure; there must be something hidden here. However, he took a deep breath to calm his mind. He had too many things to do now and no time to ponder ancient mysteries.

This market was small compared to others, with only one street that could be seen from the entrance, containing about a hundred shops in total. Despite this, there were quite a few people, and each shop seemed prosperous. Lin Xuan’s divine sense revealed several intermediate-stage ghost cultivators named Yun'er.

Each of them looked ominous, dressed strangely. Suddenly, Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed as he turned to look at the entrance of the market...

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