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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千二百零八章 打探消息

Lin Xuan looked around and found nothing amiss. He then closed his eyes, releasing a powerful divine consciousness. As an advanced婴期 cultivator, his divine sense was far superior to that of his peers, even those at the early stage of 离合. Within a five-hundred-mile radius, every blade of grass and tree could not escape his notice. If he expanded his range to one thousand miles, although the scenes would be somewhat blurry, he could still sense something.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes. "Young Master, how did it go? Did you find anything?" Mo'er asked curiously beside him.

"Ah, we were quite lucky. This place is undoubtedly the human world, and there are many cultivators within an eight-hundred-mile radius. If my guess is correct, there should be a small market district here," Lin Xuan turned his head with a hint of joy in his voice. "This is too good."

Mo'er patted her chest, showing genuine happiness on her face. Although she was the ruler of阴司 in her past life, she didn't want to be sent to the netherworld. "Where are we then? Are we still within the Twelve Provinces of Tianyun?"

"I have no idea; let's ask around," Lin Xuan smiled and said. Then, a green glow enveloped his body as Mo'er was wrapped up and flown towards the small market district.

For an ordinary person, traveling eight hundred miles would take several months, but as a 高婴期 cultivator, with his swift遁光, it took only an instant to reach the destination.

The market was set in a majestic mountain. A spirit vein meandered through the area, indicating that this market district was likely established by some sect or cultivation family.

Lin Xuan didn't want to cause a stir and used the technique of concealing his aura, making his cultivation appear around the中期 stage of 凝丹. After all, advanced婴期 cultivators were rare even in such a cultivation holy land as 云州. Lin Xuan's approach was not to create a commotion; being low-key was his principle.

Generally, market districts could also serve as places for gathering information besides trading. Lin Xuan wanted to know where he was exactly.

Surrounding the market district, thick fog lingered. However, such shallow illusions and restrictions had no effect on Lin Xuan. With a wave of his sleeve, a clear path appeared before him. He entered it.

The scene brightened as he stepped in, revealing a lush green valley. It resembled the place where he had just been with some similarities.

The area was vast, covering at least a thousand mu, with pavilions and buildings scattered like pearls on jade. Hundreds of cultivators were bustling about; most were at the 基础 stage, with only a few in the 凝丹 stage. Lin Xuan's entrance caused a stir. Although he had concealed his aura, his cultivation was still impressive for this era.

Lin Xuan's expression changed as he realized that he should have hidden more of his abilities. However, it wasn't a mistake; after all, he was just gathering information. He scanned the area and quickly locked onto a two-story building.

It was made entirely of wood, with a flagpole outside bearing a prominent "Tea" character in flowing script. Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed as he approached.

The first-floor hall had more than ten people, all at the 灵动 stage. He couldn't gather any useful information from them. Without hesitation, he walked up to the second floor.

"Senior, there are seats by the window here. What would you like to drink?" The attendant was also a cultivator; his divine sense swept over Lin Xuan, revealing its depth as he showed surprise on his face and greeted him warmly. "A pot of spirit tea, plus some delicate snacks," Lin Xuan waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Very well, senior, please wait a moment. It will be right away." The attendant bowed and then left respectfully.

For someone like Lin Xuan, he was naturally not careless. Soon enough, the spirit tea and snacks were brought to him. He sipped and savored it leisurely while his divine sense spread throughout the second floor. Apart from the five cultivators in the hall, there were a few private rooms.

A faint blue light shielded the outside of these private rooms, preventing eavesdropping. Unfortunately for Lin Xuan, this barrier was meaningless; only those with high status could enter the private rooms. Perhaps he could get useful information from them.

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed green as his divine sense silently entered one of the private rooms.

"Recently, the strange events in Xuan City have claimed nearly ten thousand lives among both human and demon races. Even the fallen advanced婴级 experts are countless. It has been a million years since such a disaster struck our Twelve Provinces," a pale-faced middle-aged man sighed. His expression seemed to carry a hint of excitement.

Most cultivators were emotionally detached, turning others' pain into their own topics for conversation. They remained aloof when it didn't concern them but envied advanced婴级 experts. Hearing about the other's fall naturally brought some joy.

"Brother Ma is right. I wonder what happened in Xuan City that led to such a loss of ten thousand cultivators? Could it be a massive battle between human and demon races?" A young man in his twenties said with a hint of glee.

Lin Xuan's heart leaped as he heard this. Even with his composure, an expression of great joy spread across his face. Who said that fortune never comes twice? He hadn't been sent to the netherworld and was still within the Twelve Provinces of Tianyun; this was too good.

After all, while the spirit world and ancient魔界 were different, there were nine human worlds in total. Although Lin Xuan could go anywhere with his power, he had many people he cared about in these provinces. He didn't want to leave them behind.

His heart filled with joy, Lin Xuan continued to listen attentively. He was unaware of the changes in Xuan City but knew that even the fall of a veteran at 无定河 would cause a commotion. He wanted to know how things stood outside.

"Exactly what happened during the Spirit Market? We small fry don't know much, but it's said that several old monsters from the Seven Great Sects and demon races have joined forces to suppress news," one cultivator said.

"Humph, Brother Ma is mistaken. This incident involves twenty provinces; how could such information be suppressed so easily? Although there are many rumors circulating, both human and demon races are indeed on high alert. Just a few days ago, several major sects were involved in fierce battles. I even heard that the head of the Sōngfēng Academy has fallen, and the senior elder of their sect has appeared. The Senior Elder of the Wàngtíng Tower is said to be the top expert among the Twelve Provinces…"

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