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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千二百一十一章 血影宗

"Who is this guy?" Moon's delicate eyebrows arched slightly, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across her beautiful face. The pale complexion of the thin black-clothed cultivator turned white in an instant. "Since you dared to injure my beloved disciple, you can go ahead and die in peace!"

Moon waved her jade hand, and ghostly mist surged out like ink, quickly condensing into a skull the size of a basin. The eyes glowed with ghostly flames as it lunged towards the blind-sided cultivator. "Ancestral Master, save me!"

The thin black-clothed cultivator was both shocked and angry. He was only at the middle Foundation Establishment stage; how could he dare to challenge a Core Condensation expert? With a shrill cry, he retreated to one side.

About twenty meters away stood an elderly red-faced man with an early-stage Golden Core cultivation level, the current leader of Blood Shadow Sect.

From both reason and emotion, this person should naturally protect his disciples. However, there was another powerful cultivator watching from the sidelines.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided not to act rashly. The blood-curdling cries reached their ears as the blind-sided unlucky soul had already perished. The Blood Shadow Sect cultivators did not show any signs of battle readiness on their faces. A flash of light, and the red-faced old man flew over. "I am Ma Yong from Blood Shadow Sect. I wonder why you interfere with our sect's affairs?"

The red-faced old man bowed to Lin Xuan, a hint of fear lingering in his expression. "Intersecting affairs?" Lin Xuan smiled slightly: "I am the master of Elevating轩 (this term is often used as is in English when referring to architectural elements, but can be translated as "veranda" or "pavilion") Pavilion. Do you consider this an intersecting affair?"

"Wha—?" Ma Yong was stunned, showing disbelief on his face. He had already heard that Elevating轩 (this term is often used as is in English when referring to architectural elements, but can be translated as "veranda" or "pavilion") Pavilion came from Youzhou and was merely a small commercial alliance. How could there be late-stage cultivators in such a remote area without even any Golden Core experts?

Though he was alarmed, he did not delve deeper, hurriedly bowing deeply to Lin Xuan: "That is so. Please forgive my ignorance. If I had known you had such a powerful expert in your sect, the small Blood Shadow Sect would never have dared to challenge you. I will immediately order my disciples to withdraw from Jiuling Mountain and offer over ten thousand crystal stones as compensation for your losses."

"Oh?"

Lin Xuan touched his forehead with his hand, showing surprise on his face. A mere early-stage Golden Core cultivator was now no longer in his sights, but the other's style of handling affairs did impress him.

After all, few could sever their ties even when faced with life and death. The main hall was the foundation of a sect or family, yet this person said he would abandon it. His ability to assess situations was commendable. Moreover, offering compensation showed respect for Lin Xuan as a powerful cultivator. Emotionally and logically, it seemed he should let them go.

However, a hint of bitter smile played on the corners of his lips. In themartial arts world/circle or metaphorical for society, one could not control their fate. Although Ma Yong knew when to retreat, Lin Xuan could not afford to release a tiger back into the wild.

He was not afraid of retaliation; Blood Shadow Sect was still insignificant in his eyes.

The reason was that if he let these people go, the relationship between Elevating轩 (this term is often used as is in English when referring to architectural elements, but can be translated as "veranda" or "pavilion") Pavilion and his sect would be exposed. The Wanfodong Sect's reaction was easy to predict with just a toe.

He could not bring disaster upon Yueling for his disciples. He intended to spare them but circumstances forced him to kill to cover his tracks. Of course, Lin Xuan felt no remorse; survival of the fittest was the rule in the cultivation world.

With a sigh, he waved his sleeves and dozens of sword lights darted out like fish swimming through water, flashing green as they shot towards nearby Blood Shadow Sect cultivators. "Friend," Ma Yong was both shocked and angry. He had already given enough face, but the other still wanted to do a thorough job.

A hint of venom flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare linger here. Reaching out with his hand, he frantically tapped his waist, summoning an iron gong-like treasure. But without engaging in battle, after summoning it, he turned and flew away towards the back.

Cries echoed as dozens of Blood Shadow Sect cultivators perished within a short moment. Even that lustful old man at his level was decapitated by Lin Xuan's sword.

This guy had once boasted about using Lu Ying'er as a cauldron but could not escape even to the Foundation Establishment stage. Ma Yong turned around, his face turning pale with fear, and immediately pounded his chest, spewing out several streams of essence blood. His flight was now crimson, twice as fast as before.

Lin Xuan did not show any extra reaction on his face; instead, he raised his right hand slowly but urgently. "Hurry!"

The green sword lights flashed together into a wave-like formation, sweeping forward with terrifying speed. The distance between them rapidly closed. Within just a few breaths, cries filled the air as the Blood Shadow Sect master was hacked to pieces.

A Golden Core cultivator attempting to use instant teleportation was futile; even Lin Xuan's early-stage Golden Core cultivators could not escape him. There was no need for further description of the battle; even low-level cultivators were like paper in front of Lin Xuan, and they scattered in all directions.

But Lin Xuan did not want his relationship with Elevating轩 (this term is often used as is in English when referring to architectural elements, but can be translated as "veranda" or "pavilion") Pavilion to be exposed. He extended his hand, pulled out a spirit beast bag from his waist, and summoned it.

Countless jade silk bees poured out, rapidly forming an ominous purple-red cloud that covered several miles. "Hurry!"

Lin Xuan pointed at the bees, which flew in all directions. Although they were immature bodies, they were more than sufficient to deal with these low-level cultivators. Within half a cup of tea's time, all Blood Shadow Sect cultivators perished, and even his disciples at the Spirit Flexibility stage did not escape.

Either do nothing or do it thoroughly; since the grudge was already established, why wait for them to seek revenge?

Be soft-hearted if you want to run away from cultivation. The law of the jungle applied here—life was as insignificant as grass.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and slowly released his divine sense, relaxing when he confirmed there were no omissions. "Thank you, Young Master."

Lu Ying'er bowed respectfully, while other cultivators showed even more reverence on their faces. Most had never seen Lin Xuan but heard of the powerful Supreme Elder in their sect. The two pavilion masters were merely his maids.

Initially doubtful, now they realized that Lin Xuan was even stronger thanas described in legends/sagas. Late-stage Golden Core, these Youzhou cultivators naturally did not have the same broad horizons as those from Yunzhou. Looking at Lin Xuan, they could only show admiration, bowing in a dense mass.

"Never mind the formalities; rise up!" Lin Xuan was ruthless towards his enemies but showed noframebefore his own people. He raised his hand and smiled gently.

Postscript: Sorry, today I really wasn't slacking off. This chapter took me hours to write. I got a cold after taking a bath this afternoon, and it's killing me. I'm truly sorry!

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