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第五卷 天云十二州 第一千二百七十一章 静月岛

Hui Tong's fall had put the Tianya Hai Ge and Wanfo Sect at loggerheads. Recent reports suggested that the latter was preparing to attack the former.

While the accuracy of these reports couldn't be confirmed, it wasn’t entirely impossible given their ongoing conflict. From the perspective of the Tianya Hai Ge, they certainly wouldn't dismiss such a possibility lightly.

Prudent caution was always better than not being prepared. The early start of this matchmaking conference now seemed particularly significant.

The female cultivators from various sects were indeed highly sought after. Even if the independent practitioners didn’t send their best disciples, the overseas sects and families would certainly dispatch their elites upon receiving word.

Thus, they couldn't help but be drawn into this grand event, bound to the Tianya Hai Ge’s massive war machine. Despite Hui Tong's fall, Wanfo Sect was still formidable.

This was just Lin Xuan’s conjecture. Only after meeting Meng Ruyan would everything become clear.

Lin Xuan continued his thoughts while appearing indifferent on the surface, chatting casually with his brother and sister, Solitude Mow.

Flying eastward, they landed on a small island. The island was bustling with pavilions and buildings, but many were crudely constructed from earth and stones—temporary dwellings built by far-traveling cultivators using earth-based spells.

The marketplace buzzed with the sounds of vendors. Since the matchmaking conference hadn’t started yet, the early arrivals had set up a temporary bazaar to exchange goods and services.

On the island, there were tens of thousands of cultivators, but only about a hundred at the Yuan婴 stage. These elders mostly accompanied their juniors, and they stayed in beautifully decorated pavilions provided by Tianya Hai Ge’s disciples, avoiding the makeshift market.

Lin Xuan came here because he enjoyed the hustle and bustle. At the entrance to the marketplace, he bid farewell to his brother and sister: "Brothers Solitude, I have something else to attend to. We'll meet again."

The siblings were taken aback but reluctantly agreed, understanding that they had only met by chance.

Lin Xuan took out a small, pinkish dragonfruit-sized bead from his pocket. It was the soul gem of a two-headed monster. "Since we’ve met, there must be some connection. This item is not useful to me, so you can keep it as a memento."

With a flick of his fingers, the soul gem transformed into a streak of light and flew towards Solitude Mow.

"Friend Lin, how could I accept this?" Solitude Mow replied hesitantly.

"Just take it," Lin Xuan said dismissively. He then disappeared among the crowd, leaving his siblings to use their divine senses but finding no trace of him.

"Brother"

"This friend Lin might be a hidden master from an earlier era," Solitude Mow pondered aloud. The soul gem of a third-stage medium-grade monster was valuable; if he were indeed a condensation stage cultivator, he wouldn’t give it away so easily.

"How should we handle this?" Solitude Meng asked with a dazed expression.

"Handle it how? He saved us and gave such a precious gift. We can only be grateful," Solitude Mow said.

Meanwhile, several miles away, two cultivators stood behind a tree. The man was unremarkable, while the woman had breathtaking beauty—Lin Xuan and his companion, Little Moon.

Though Lin Xuan didn’t hold much regard for them, his cautious nature would ensure he observed their behavior after they left.

If they were disrespectful, he wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them. However, now was not the time; Solitude Mow might be a late-stage Yuan婴 cultivator but showed no signs of revenge. His gratitude was genuine, making him an honorable person among cultivators.

Lin Xuan nodded in agreement. If circumstances allowed, he would offer some benefits to his siblings. Since they were looking for love, he wouldn’t interfere. However, Solitude Meng joining the Tianya Hai Ge was a matter of a single word, and Little Moon’s mediocre but acceptable灵根 made it worth considering.

Lin Xuan approached Little Moon: "Little Moon, you wanted to see the bazaar, right? Let's go."

"Sure!"

Little Moon beamed with joy. She took Lin Xuan’s arm as they walked towards the marketplace.

The temporary market was rudimentary, with mostly stalls and few grand structures. Yet, Lin Xuan felt a sense of nostalgia. Two hundred years had passed in an instant, and he had become one of the top figures in the human realm.

His presence drew attention wherever he went, even without revealing his power; late-stage Yuan婴 was already awe-inspiring.

Such a simple market belonged to lower-ranking cultivators. It had been a long time since Lin Xuan visited such places, making him nostalgic.

Little Moon’s face was much more joyful. Recently, she had undergone cultivation and seclusion, which had left her restless. She eagerly looked at the stalls while Lin Xuan shook his head with a hint of indulgence on his face.

To him, these items were insignificant, but Little Moon's innocence made them precious to him.

It was hard to believe that this girl was once the ruler of the Netherworld, leading millions of demons and ghosts in bloody battles.

Lin Xuan didn’t want any ties with his past life. However, a saying echoed in his mind: "In the world of cultivators, one cannot control their fate."

He remained composed but had a determined glint in his eyes—anyone who wanted to harm Little Moon would have to pass through him.

Though the market was simple, many cultivators wandered around. The island wasn’t vast, so they could find a place to meditate. However, with so much activity and prying eyes, why not browse for something interesting?

Lin Xuan had come here just to satisfy Little Moon’s curiosity. Now that he was late-stage Yuan婴, his cultivation level rivaled the separation stage, making him dismiss the idea of finding valuable treasures in such a makeshift market.

Yet, fate was fickle, and Lin Xuan’s attention was drawn by a stall several dozen feet away. His brows raised slightly as he saw something that caught his interest.

He resumed his usual demeanor and moved towards the stall. "Senior, what do you need?"

A pleasant voice greeted him. The vendor was a young woman who looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Late-stage Lingdong?" Lin Xuan couldn’t help but feel amused at her late-stage cultivation stage.

He scanned the items on display: some animal bones, an old book, and several low-grade talismans that were clearly not valuable. But what caught his eye was a small bag in a light yellow color tied with a thin string.

"What’s inside?" Lin Xuan asked without expression.

"Is this...what you're asking about?" The young woman looked nervous, stuttering as she spoke.

P.S.: It's the final days, and my monthly vote ranking has dropped. I don’t want to end up failing at the last moment. Although this month’s updates haven't been great due to wedding preparations, approaching New Year, and an old friend falling ill, I’ve done my best. Please give me a monthly vote; it would mean so much to win a category monthly vote award. The path ahead is long, but I believe in myself and will work harder. Please support me with your votes! (To be continued)

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