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For ordinary Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, venturing alone into the Demon Capital City was indeed perilous. But Lin Xuan's situation was different.

In Youzhou, Lingyun Mountain held a prominent position. Apart from its hidden power, it openly welcomed fellow cultivators to refine their elixirs. This wasn't limited to just cultivators; even those who practiced magic were treated equally.

Thus, while Lingyun Mountain belonged to the cultivation sect, it still enjoyed a good reputation among the practitioners of magic, earning widespread respect.

Lingyun Mountain's alchemists could freely move about in the Demon Capital City without any trouble from the magicians.

Lin Xuan had no need to travel with anyone else. After a moment, he landed in the Demon Capital City.

The city gate before him was over seven or eight zhang high, encased by a layer of pale blue protective film. Two solemn-faced cultivators stood beside it.

Lin Xuan noticed that while magicians could pass freely, cultivators had to stop for inspection.

The man on his left sized up Lin Xuan with a sneer in his eyes. This kid's cultivation was impressive; reaching the Foundation Establishment中期 stage at such a young age, but he was too arrogant to come alone to this holy land of magic practitioners.

He raised an eyebrow and was about to speak when Lin Xuan beat him to it, smiling and saying, "Lingyun Mountain, Lin Xuan. Greetings to both of you."

"From Lingyun Mountain?"

The man on the left was taken aback, immediately adopting a friendly expression and smiling, "Pardon me, pardon me. May I ask if you have your sect's jade token with you?"

"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded. He reached into his robe and took out an exquisite jade token.

This item was carved from high-quality warm jade, with an ancient design. It had special prohibitions inscribed on it that no one else could replicate.

The magician took a look and his expression became even more respectful. "Ah, so you are the young master of Lingyun Mountain. I apologize for any offense."

"Haha, friend, you're too kind," Lin Xuan returned the token. "May I enter now?"

"Of course." The magician's face was filled with flattery as he took out a black talisman from his storage bracelet and activated it. A beam of dark light shot at Lin Xuan's clothes.

Lin Xuan remained unperturbed, but there was a glint in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before entering the city.

The Demon Capital City was the gathering place for Youzhou's magicians, indeed bustling with activity. The streets were filled with people. Lin Xuan noticed that while most were pursuing immortality, quite a few ordinary folk also roamed about.

This surprised him greatly.

The cultivators here looked different from those he usually saw—some had thick facial hair and others exuded an aura of danger, giving off the impression that they should be avoided at all costs.

These differences stemmed from the cultivation methods practiced by magicians. While their progress was faster, it often distorted their mental states.

Of course, not all outsiders were magicians; many cultivators also lived here, but most kept a low profile.

From time to time, arguments could be heard in the city, and even physical altercations were common. The temper of magicians was more explosive, and disputes often led to duels with magical weapons.

Ahead, there was another commotion.

Many people surrounded it.

Lin Xuan paid no mind; he didn't like getting involved in other people's affairs and had no interest in spectating. He intended to walk past them.

But after a few steps, he stopped. Lin Xuan's brow furrowed as he seemed to make up his mind.

He turned towards the source of the commotion.

The onlookers were mostly at the Spirit Movement stage, with some even lower. Seeing a Foundation Establishment cultivator, they immediately made way for him out of respect.

Lin Xuan focused and saw a familiar figure—Xu Yin, whom he had met briefly before.

He recognized her voice, which prompted his change in decision.

Although her cultivation was negligible, she had an impressive brother named Xu Feng. He was a rising star in the Heavenly Mountain Sect, a formidable contender for future sect leader.

The Heavenly Mountain Sect's strength in Youzhou ranked second only to the three major factions.

Lin Xuan was of the type who acted when it benefited him. Cultivating good relations with such a promising figure like Xu Feng would certainly be advantageous for his own cultivation in the future.

Seeing that her sister seemed to be in trouble, Lin Xuan decided to stop and see what happened.

Of course, he wouldn't intervene rashly. If it was just a simple matter, he wasn't opposed to helping. But if it involved risk, he would carefully consider the pros and cons before deciding.

With this mindset, Lin Xuan remained hidden, observing for a while before making his decision.

The conflict was with a tall magician with a shaved head and thick facial hair. His appearance was unremarkable, but his cultivation level was around Foundation Establishment stage third tier.

Five years had passed, and Xu Yin's appearance hadn't changed much; she still looked sweet and charming. But her face showed anger: "I've already said I'm not interested in you. Why are you still bothering me? I won't be your co-cultivator."

"Don't speak so definitively, Miss. I have genuine feelings for you. As a Foundation Establishment中期 cultivator now, you will benefit from our cultivation together," he insisted.

"Just because?" Xu Yin's expression showed disdain: "I'm a disciple of the Heavenly Mountain Sect, and my brother is already at the peak of Foundation Establishment stage. Do I need your help?"

Xu Yin was telling the truth, but the magician didn't believe her. If she were truly from the Heavenly Mountain Sect, why would she be alone here? Her so-called peak-stage brother was just a bluff.

He decided Xu Yin must be an independent cultivator, lusting after her beauty and unwilling to give up easily. His eyes flashed with vicious red light as he planned to force his way.

In this Demon Capital City, bullying a lowly Spirit Movement stage cultivator wouldn't draw any attention.

Xu Yin, though somewhat spoiled, was clever. Seeing the magician's expression, she felt alarmed. Just as she was hesitating, she spotted a familiar figure.

"Brother Lin," the girl ran over like she had found a lifeline.

"Miss Xu, it's been a long time. Where is your brother?"

"This we'll discuss later. Brother Lin, please save me."

Seeing her pitiful expression, Lin Xuan smiled lightly. He had already observed that the magician didn't have any allies and was likely an independent cultivator of high standing. Although their cultivation levels were similar, his Nine Heaven Mystical Technique was powerful and excelled among top-tier techniques.

Moreover, he carried many magical treasures; fighting a peer would be a win-win situation.

With this in mind, Lin Xuan decided to intervene.

Firstly, it would help him cultivate good relations with Xu Feng. Secondly, since it was a simple matter, he wouldn't mind helping her out of courtesy.

Before he could speak, the magician's voice cut through the air coldly: "Who are you? I advise you not to meddle."

Lin Xuan looked up and met the man's hostile gaze.

Yuan Song's face showed a fierce expression, but his heart was filled with doubt. He hadn't expected someone to suddenly appear and thwart his plan of forcibly taking the girl as a co-cultivator.

He himself was at Foundation Establishment中期 stage, and more importantly, the aura of heaven-defying evil magic emanating from his clothes indicated he was a guest in this city.

While cultivators and magicians weren't enemies, they generally didn't get along. This young man clearly belonged to the cultivation sect, yet why did he receive such hospitality?

What was his identity?

Countless questions swirled through Yuan Song's mind.

Lin Xuan, with his deep-seated cunning, couldn't miss his opponent's fear. He said without expression: "This Miss Xu is my old acquaintance's sister. I advise you not to have delusions of grandeur; a frog dreaming of eating a swan will only bring misfortune."

"Boldly, just because you're a minor cultivator do you dare be so insolent in the Demon Capital City!"

Yuan Song was furious. His cultivation method was already unconventional, making his temper even more short-tempered. With so many people watching, being intimidated by one sentence would be too embarrassing.

He laughed with anger: "I'll see what abilities a minor cultivator like you have."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Song flicked his sleeves and sent out a greenish-black beam of light toward Lin Xuan's chest.

Lin Xuan grunted. He had anticipated this; he wouldn't be caught off guard. His figure shimmered into white mist, enveloping Xu Yin before vanishing to the side.

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