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第一千四百一十三章 望月山

"Auntie Senior, do you have any further instructions?" Seeing Lin Xuan's keen gaze, Xu Yin couldn't help feeling a bit surprised.

"Senior Auntie Xu, how many years of life essence do you have left this year?" Lin Xuan spoke with a calm expression.

"Oh?"

Xu Yin was taken aback. Asking about a woman’s age is rather impolite in both secular and cultivation worlds. Why would Senior Uncle suddenly bring it up?

Despite her confusion, she still curtsied gracefully and respectfully said, "Senior Uncle Jing, I am 357 years old this year."

"Oh!"

Lin Xuan nodded. Before he could speak further, Xu Yin's voice continued, "Senior Uncle, I know my days are numbered, so please take good care of Xuan'er in the future."

"Zheng Xuan is Mo'er’s disciple; naturally, I will treat her well. However, Senior Auntie Xu, why do you undervalue yourself? As a cultivator at the peak of the Condensation Core stage, haven’t you ever thought about condensing your essence core?" Lin Xuan glanced at the young woman in front of him and spoke with a low voice.

"Thank you for your concern. I have already dispatched people to investigate their whereabouts," Xu Yin replied, extending her hand and snapping it on her waist. A flash of white light appeared, and she revealed a green jade tube scroll in her palm.

"All the information is recorded here." "Oh?"

Lin Xuan's eyes showed interest as he didn't need to do anything else; the jade tube scroll flew to his front by itself. He closed his eyes and sank his divine sense into it.

After only a short while, Lin Xuan opened his eyes. "Good, I will act now. Those who dare to meddle in my affairs will have their souls and bodies torn apart."

"Servant has already gathered the necessary manpower; we can follow your orders at any time." After so many years of training, although Rixin's organizational skills couldn't match those of Ying'er, she was still quite capable.

"I don’t need that. I can handle these shrimp and crabs by myself," Lin Xuan smiled. At the Divided Heavens stage, a cultivator could manipulate primordial energy from heaven and earth. Against low-stage cultivators, more people were useless; the saying "a ten-thousand man enemy" was no longer just a legend.

"Yes." Rixin lowered her head.

"Tell Mo'er to stay put in Bichun Mountain and not wander around."

Lin Xuan turned back and gave another instruction before transforming into a streak of light that quickly vanished into the horizon.

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Wangyue Mountain, located west of Youzhou, stretched for thousands of miles with majestic peaks. A hundred years ago, it was the main base of the Thunder Cloud Manor, one of the three major powers in Youzhou.

As Lin Xuan's power grew, he inevitably aroused suspicion from other powerful factions. To survive in the cultivation world, being overly kind to others was foolish and naive.

Before leaving Yunzhou, Lin Xuan decided to eliminate the Thunder Cloud Manor and the One-Line Canyon’s senior elders. Without any core-stage cultivators, both factions gradually declined until they were eventually absorbed by Biaoxiang Pavilion and Tiexuan Sect.

The main base of Biaoxiang Pavilion moved from Piaoyun Valley to Wangyue Mountain, where it was fortified like a fortress, capable of withstanding ordinary core-stage cultivators. However, against great cultivators, it was as fragile as paper.

Fortunately, the restrictions still had some use; although they couldn't stop later-stage cultivators, they could delay them for a while.

Thus, Rixin managed to escape with her elite troops but lost hundreds of condensation core-stage and base-stage disciples. Luo Jun was a base-stage cultivator, but he was considered the second generation of his family's lineage after escaping to Youzhou. His mother was a mortal woman, but he had decent spiritual roots and successfully reached the base stage in just fifty years.

This attack on Biaoxiang Pavilion was their first step toward restoring their family’s glory. Although this place was remote, taking over Youzhou would significantly boost Luo Family's power.

After breaking through Wangyue Mountain, they indeed gained a lot of treasures. Despite Rixin's swift decision to retreat with the elite troops, most of the goods couldn't be moved in time.

Crystal stones, medicinal pills, spiritual flowers and plants...

With these treasures, Luo Jun hoped he could break through his current bottleneck. The more his family grew, the better it was for him.

He released his divine sense over a ten-mile radius but found nothing amiss when suddenly, a green light appeared before him without warning.

The strange cultivator had an ordinary appearance, yet his aura was overwhelmingly powerful. Just looking at him, Luo Jun's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He tried to use the sound transmission talisman but couldn't move any of his fingers. Despite wanting to stand straight, the pressure forced him to kneel down.

Lin Xuan looked at the small cultivator in front of him and, without hesitation, performed a soul-searching technique...

After several breaths, Lin Xuan's hand caught fire, and Luo Jun turned into ashes.

"Rixin’s intelligence report was indeed accurate. The great cultivator left after conquering Wangyue Mountain. Unfortunately, his cultivation level is too low; he knows nothing about the identity of that powerful cultivator."

Lin Xuan muttered to himself before transforming into a streak of light and flying forward.

There was still one core-stage old monster here, with hundreds of condensation core-stage cultivators. However, they were all equally useless to him.

Raising his right hand, he gathered primordial energy from heaven and earth, and countless wind blades appeared in the air.

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