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That was an elderly man dressed in fine robes, who appeared to be at least seventy years old. Yet his skin was as white as jade and he exuded a transcendent aura, almost like a celestial being had descended from the heavens. There was nothing eerie or terrifying about him, but for some reason, he found himself among the ghost cultivators' market.

Not just Lin Xuan, but most of the other cultivators around also showed surprise on their faces. However, as soon as they detected his presence with their spiritual senses, they quickly lowered their heads and hurriedly left.

Advanced Core Formation!

This person was actually a great cultivator.

Such an existence, aside from those aloof Separation Period elders who didn't concern themselves with worldly affairs, were already at the pinnacle of human existence. Many of them had strange temperaments, so no one dared to say anything; otherwise, they might end up in trouble. Lin Xuan also turned his gaze away, maintaining a calm expression on his face, but his heart began to beat faster.

"Master, what's wrong?" Little Eyebrow's curious voice entered his ears. While others might find a great cultivator impressive, Master shouldn't care much about it. "Moon, do you think this person looks familiar?"

"Ah?" Moon was taken aback and frowned as she tried to recall. Her pretty face showed confusion: "No way, I have no impression of him at all. We haven't met before, Master, are you mistaken?"

"I'm not talking about his appearance but the aura and cultivation power. It feels very familiar; we must have crossed paths before," Lin Xuan slowly spoke.

"Master, the opponent is an advanced Core Formation cultivator. Such a formidable foe, even if we've fought before, it should leave a deep impression on us. But I really can't remember anything about this," Moon said with a strange expression.

While Lin Xuan and his servant were quietly discussing using their spiritual senses, the elderly man's gaze swept around as well. When he saw Lin Xuan, his pupils constricted slightly, but he also showed signs of confusion. It felt familiar, but how could it be a ghost cultivator? And his appearance was different; this couldn't be that person.

"I know who this is, Moon," Lin Xuan's thoughts raced as he searched through his memory and finally found a clue.

"Really, Master, you remember him?"

"Yes. Can you recall the impostor pretending to be my master?" Lin Xuan said slowly.

"The one who impersonated Tong Yu, framing Lingyao Mountain for false charges. You mean that second spirit essence… Moon sniffed Little Yao's nose after being reminded by Lin Xuan: "It does have a resemblance. So, that puppet was controlled by this guy? Wait, Corpse Qi. Master, he’s not a human cultivator but a living corpse."

"Living corpse?" Lin Xuan was taken aback and his expression changed dramatically: "No way, Moon, I didn't sense it."

"I'm not sure, but perhaps due to my heightened sensitivity to阴司monsters, this guy is definitely a living corpse. I won’t be mistaken, Master, you need to be careful," Moon firmly said.

If it were the old Moon from before, her warning might not have been taken seriously; she was just a Core Formation ghost cultivator after all, and couldn't possibly possess such powers. But now, with his knowledge of her past, he knew that she occasionally had scattered memories and could regain some abilities. A living corpse—indeed, he needed to be cautious.

The term sounded terrifying, but it simply referred to a spirit-awakened zombie in another name. In the cultivation world, zombies could awaken spirits through two main methods: natural awakening or being awakened by cultivators.

Natural awakening was extremely strict and beneficial for the zombie itself; once reaching a certain level of cultivation, it would gain spiritual intelligence, similar to how beasts enter their transformed forms but easier. A Core Formation zombie would possess rudimentary spiritual awareness, and after entering the Condensation Core stage, its intelligence would be comparable to humans.

Such zombies were called living corpses, with complete self-awareness, unlike those controlled by cultivators that resembled puppets.

However, while terrifying, living corpses were rare due to the strict conditions for natural awakening. Even if they appeared, they often fell victim to cultivation sects or ghost cultivators who would erase their spiritual consciousness and use them as puppet minions. For instance, Lin Xuan's storage bag contained a magic corpse.

To ordinary people, living corpses were terrifying, but in the eyes of ghost dao cultivators, they were like delicacies; erasing their spiritual consciousness made them useful without the time and effort required to cultivate one’s own zombie.

Some ghost dao cultivators even went so far as to establish lairs in graveyards with heavy阴气to wait for living corpses to appear. In such cases, few living corpses managed to survive, let alone reach the Core Formation stage.

The guy before him was a great cultivator, and due to his natural abilities, he was not only incredibly strong but also extremely hard to harm. He wasn't even afraid of ordinary magical treasures.

Fortunately, it seemed that the old man hadn’t recognized him yet.

Otherwise, despite his lack of fear, dealing with such a formidable opponent would be troublesome.

With this in mind, Lin Xuan took a deep breath and tried to appear more calm and composed. He wanted to slip away, but at that moment, something he didn't want to see happened. The old man's voice reached his ears: "Friend ahead, please stop. I have something to say."

"Damnit, did I really get exposed? How is it possible?" Lin Xuan was both angry and surprised, but he stopped in his tracks as his mind raced for a way out.

Even if the opponent knew he had killed his second spirit essence, they wouldn't think that he was Lin Xuan from the execution order. The immediate priority was to deal with this guy decisively without drawing attention from the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect. Otherwise, while a great cultivator wasn’t something to be feared, exposing himself would mean facing the wrath of bald monks and making escape difficult.

With these thoughts, Lin Xuan stopped walking, but what happened next was beyond his expectations. The old man's figure flashed as he approached, showing no intention of stopping; instead, he moved past him quickly.

Lin Xuan was taken aback: "Misunderstanding? Did you call me?"

Curious, he raised his head to look up.

A very familiar "pretty face" appeared in front of his eyes.

"Who is this…" Despite Lin Xuan's composure, he almost couldn't suppress a gasp. The person before him was someone he had met only a few times, but Lin Xuan knew him too well; among the peers, this was the only one who intimidated him—Field Sword, Little Field Sword, and Tian Xiaojian. He… how could he be dressed in women's clothes.

Lin Xuan blinked hard to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him. Even if it turned into ashes, he would recognize her; indeed, it was Tian Xiaojian.

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