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After a brief conversation, 6 Ying'er took her leave.

Looking at the back of this girl disappear, Lin Xuan rested his hand on his chin and showed some puzzlement. To other forces, Youzhou was merely a desolate land; which cultivation family would harbor ambitions for it, and deliberately conceal their movements?

The matter was full of mysteries.

However, Lin Xuan did not delve too deeply into the details. No matter what force or hidden agenda they might have, he had already advanced to the Separation Realm with Mo'er's assistance. Although he could not say that all of China was accessible, there were few threats to his existence now.

Careful is wise, but being overly cautious might provoke ridicule.

Lin Xuan did not linger; after a night’s rest, he prepared to leave.

The next morning, Lin Xuan left his cave and arrived at the entrance of Drifting Cloud Valley. There stood a tall young girl waiting for him.

She appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, though she was not considered beautiful by any means. Her presence seemed to draw attention as she waited.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Mo'er’s clear voice reached his ears. Although she was in the Cloudy Ning Mansion, her senses picked up on Lin Xuan’s tense demeanor.

"Mo'er, I didn’t sense anything. There is a very peculiar... demonic aura about three thousand miles southwest," Lin Xuan murmured, his expression grave.

Although his divine sense was much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators at the same level, he could not detect such distant auras. However, this demonic aura was incredibly strange and subtly affected the surrounding primordial energy.

It reminded him somewhat of the ancient demon on Jialing Island, but it seemed purer.

"Perhaps there is something."

A flash of white light appeared before them, revealing Mo'er’s appearance. Closing her eyes, she released her divine sense. Initially, she hadn’t sensed anything, but hearing Lin Xuan, Mo'er also felt a faint presence.

"Could there be some demons? Young Master, should we go check?"

"Not necessarily."

Lin Xuan clapped his hands and wore a mocking expression: "Even if there are demons, what does it matter to me? There’s no benefit in running around for them."

"That makes sense," Mo'er nodded. Her suggestion had been too hasty. If there were powerful demons here, the unlucky ones would be the cultivators of Hoshan City.

Since this was irrelevant to her, she could leave such matters alone.

Lin Xuan cast a deep look southwest before his body was enveloped in green light and flew toward Hoshan City.

Meanwhile, several miles away in some deep mountains, a vast area was shrouded by surging demonic aura. Not only ordinary humans but even lower-grade cultivators would be devoured if they ventured here.

In the heart of this area, a cave stood. Inside, a massive black cocoon towered over everything. The demon inside, towering seven zhang (about 23 feet), was terrifying to behold.

Suddenly, it opened its blood-red eyes, radiating fierce light.

"Two Separation Realm cultivators! Your concealment technique is quite ingenious; I almost fell for it..."

Though he spoke, his expression showed caution. After about a cup of tea’s worth of time, he sighed in relief and muttered to himself: "Fortunately, those old monsters don’t want to meddle either. Otherwise, even though I’m not afraid, it would be troublesome."

Lin Xuan was unaware of this. He arrived at the Immortal Coming Pavilion, an important building in Hoshan City with a complex array of teleportation arrays passed down from ancient times. It could instantly transport one across thousands of miles.

Given that each state’s area was enormous, traveling by flight would take Lin Xuan nearly three months even with his swift techniques. However, using the teleportation array was much faster.

The price was not cheap; even an old monster at the婴灵 Stage would feel a pinch in their pocket. But for Lin Xuan, it was nothing to worry about.

Since there were no teleportation arrays connecting to Youzhou, his destination was Qingzhou, from where he could return by flying.

After paying ten thousand crystal stones, Lin Xuan completed the teleportation smoothly. Money can make even ghosts push doors; this was equally true in the cultivation world. However, compared to a century ago, the price had increased significantly.

Qingzhou ranked among the smallest states in the twelve regions of Tianyun, but it still covered several times more area than Youzhou. With nearly ten billion inhabitants, Lin Xuan arrived without any delay. Saving lives was urgent; he didn’t know how the situation in Youzhou was now.

Although Baixuan Pavilion was a local force with many members, they had several old monsters at the婴灵 Stage on their side.

While Lin Xuan did not say anything, his heart was still somewhat worried. The distance from Qingzhou to Youzhou was countless miles; he had spent nearly three months flying back last time.

However, times change. Back then, he was only at the middle stage of the婴灵 Realm, but now he had entered the Separation Realm. The difference in cultivation stages was immeasurable.

This time, with the same distance, Lin Xuan opened his full speed and managed to cover it in less than four days.

A stone tablet caught his eye, inscribed with two ancient characters: Youzhou!

"Young Master, we’re back."

Mo'er left the Cloudy Ning Mansion. This was where they had first started their cultivation journey together. Each departure and return brought a sense of change.

Zheng Wan stood beside them, her hands clasped in front of her chest. Her rosy cheeks revealed her excitement; after a century, she could finally see her parents again. She didn’t know how they were doing.

"Enough guessing here. Let’s head to Baixuan Pavilion and everything will be clear..." Lin Xuan said calmly.

"Young Master is right. Let’s go..."

Before Mo'er finished speaking, green spiritual light flashed across her body. After spending so long in the Cloudy Ning Mansion, she felt a bit restless.

She decided to fly for a while. The green spiritual light grew, enveloping Zheng Wan and turning into a bright streak of light that soared toward the distant sky.

Lin Xuan smiled and followed behind.

Though it had been a century since he left Youzhou, most cultivators possessed photographic memory. Therefore, they didn’t worry about getting lost.

They flew over Bichun Mountain, where the quality of the spirit veins was quite good. The Bichun Sect had taken over after moving to Yunzhou.

The sect’s leader was Zheng Wan's biological father, while her mother was Xu Yin from the early days when Lin Xuan knew Duxi and his siblings.

With this connection, the Bichun Sect had climbed up the tree of Lin Xuan. They formed an alliance with Baixuan Pavilion, though it remained the main force.

Over the years, they gained many benefits and became one of the second-largest sects in Youzhou.

However, there were always trade-offs. The fate of the Bichun Sect was closely tied to that of Baixuan Pavilion.

The main base of Baixuan Pavilion was far away, so Lin Xuan planned to go to Bichun Mountain first and gather information there.

As they flew, Lin Xuan felt a sense of nostalgia. He hadn’t noticed how desolate Youzhou was before returning from Yunzhou. The primordial energy here was thin, and the number of cultivators was few. After flying for several miles, he didn’t even see any disciples at the灵动 Realm.

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