← 百炼成仙

第一千四百一十五章 再遇红绫仙子

Looking at the vast, undulating mountains before him, Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Previously, Yuan Yuan had been the ruler of this very place. The scene of meeting his beloved wife was still vivid in his mind.

Lin Xuan's eyes softened with tenderness, only to be quickly replaced by a fierce expression.

Yuan Yuan was still deep in her cultivation at the Five-Colored Spirit Mountain. It wasn't the time for personal matters now.

This was the Luo Family’s secret headquarters. Most of their powerful experts should be gathered here, including that late-stage Immortal婴后期 cultivator.

But it didn’t matter. Having advanced to the Separation stage, even if his enemies were numerous, they would only be like moths drawn to a flame.

Lin Xuan was not one for dragging things out. Once he acted, he intended to eliminate the Luo Family's threat with lightning speed.

A look of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he subtly moved and entered the Qui Yin Mountain range.

As a cultivator, this mountain range held no secrets for him. He saw these figures as mere targets on the verge of death—what was there to discuss with corpses?

With a flick of his right hand, Lin Xuan prepared to swiftly end the lives of his enemies.

"Whoosh..."

A chilling sound echoed in his ears, causing the world around him to tremble. But at that moment, Lin Xuan's eyes widened as disbelief crossed his face.

"What...?"

Though he didn’t want to waste time with dying opponents, his gaze swept over the faces of several late-stage Immortal cultivators. He quickly noticed something alarming.

The other four seemed unremarkable, but one woman in particular stood out. Her attire was formidable and she was clearly a late-stage Immortal.

Lin Xuan’s shock wasn’t due to her strength; an ordinary late-stage Immortal posed no challenge.

What caught his attention was the woman's appearance—familiar yet strikingly beautiful. Her lips were like pearls, her skin as smooth as water. She was undoubtedly a vision of beauty, barely in her twenties.

She must have cultivated longevity techniques, and they were quite advanced. Unlike ordinary beauties, she had an aura that exuded a sense of ruthlessness. Despite practicing orthodox cultivation methods, the malevolent energy around her rivaled those from the demonic sects.

Her unique presence drew attention, but Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted, his voice dry as he spoke:

"Red... Red Ling Immortal..."

It was none other than the female ancient cultivator from Yu Xuan Sect. If not for this woman, he wouldn’t have had the experience with Jia Ling Island. His impression of her was profound.

He was confident in his recognition but found it hard to believe she would be here.

Was it a case of mistaken identity?

Lin Xuan’s thoughts raced, quickly dismissing that notion.

The world is vast and full of wonders; similar appearances aren’t uncommon. But the match between their auras made it seem too coincidental.

Firstly, he had faced Red Ling before, familiar with her power fluctuations. He was confident in his recognition.

This wasn’t by chance. The woman before him was undoubtedly the arrogant Red Ling Immortal.

As for why she was here, it wasn’t hard to explain. From Ye Pin’er’s account, Lin Xuan knew about the disaster on Jia Ling Island.

The spatial storm had destroyed the entire island, but at critical moments, vortexes appeared in the sky. Although perilous, there were still chances of survival.

Ye Pin’er made that choice, arriving in Jianyun Continent.

Red Ling’s cultivation was far superior, making her descent unremarkable. The only thing Lin Xuan couldn’t understand was why she would be with Luo Family cultivators and seemed to have become their senior elder.

This puzzled him greatly.

But soon, he chuckled. Why think so much about it? He had been a mere late-stage Immortal when they met; he couldn’t even resist her. Back then, he could only retreat and hide from her relentless pursuit.

Now, having advanced to the Separation stage, Red Ling was no longer his match. A late-stage Immortal wasn’t something he would take seriously.

As the saying goes: "Better to offend an old man than a young one." The humiliation she had inflicted on him could now be repaid with interest.

With this thought, Lin Xuan’s face lit up with excitement and a sinister smile. In the cultivation world, there was no such thing as forgiveness; it was about seeking revenge for grievances.

The Luo Family cultivators initially planned to overwhelm their opponents quickly but found that their original strategy was too naive.

Indeed, there was only one enemy.

But this enemy was beyond imagination.

Though he hadn’t moved or fully released his pressure, the lower-stage cultivators felt Lin Xuan’s profound depth. However, several late-stage Immortal experts were pale with fear, their backs drenched in cold sweat and unable to move.

If they hadn’t misjudged, the opponent...

The opponent was a Separation stage cultivator.

How could this be? Separation stage cultivators were already the pinnacle of human existence; why would they come to this remote region?

Was it because of a conflict with Bai Xuan Pavilion that their identities had been exposed, drawing the attention of major powers in Jianyun Continent?

But that was impossible. A hundred years had passed since the events in Xuan City, and everything had faded into history.

Even if their identity was revealed, sending several late-stage Immortals would suffice; it couldn’t possibly attract a Separation stage cultivator’s attention—such beings rarely got involved in trivial matters.

Their minds were filled with shock and disbelief. They didn't even consider the possibility of a conflict with Bai Xuan Pavilion.

After all, while Bai Xuan Pavilion was the dominant force in Youzhou, its influence in Jianyun Continent was negligible; it had no late-stage Immortal cultivators, let alone a Separation stage one.

But now, such thoughts were meaningless. The enemy was their foe.

Thinking about facing a legendary Separation stage cultivator, several old experts felt dread and lost all hope of victory.

"Senior Elder..."

A yellow-robed elder’s voice rasped out.

If they met an ordinary formidable opponent, at least they could try to escape. But a Separation stage cultivator...

They had no intention of fleeing; such actions would only provoke the enemy further, leading to quicker death.

What should they do?

All they hoped for was that Senior Elder would have a way out. Otherwise, this time, the Luo Family might face total annihilation.

To their surprise, Senior Elder’s reaction was even more dramatic than theirs.

She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes full of disbelief as she trembled uncontrollably.

Was it fear?

But such reactions seemed too exaggerated for a late-stage Immortal.

At least, she had the advantage in terms of escape opportunities compared to them.

No one could fathom Red Ling’s emotions at that moment.

While extraordinary events happened frequently in the cultivation world, this scene was beyond comprehension.

Red Ling almost doubted her own eyes.

How could it be possible!

The cultivator before her looked ordinary, but she knew him well. If not for that hateful brat, she wouldn’t have been sucked into a spatial rift and ended up on Jia Ling Island, enduring countless hardships.

Counting the years, over two hundred had passed.

If not for this chance encounter, she would never have returned to the human world.

In these two centuries, she had become a late-stage Immortal.

With effort, there might still be a chance of reaching Separation stage someday.

But even if that happened, it was uncertain when.

It could take another few hundred years.

Yet, while he succeeded before her, this brat had already reached the Separation stage.

This was impossible!

Two centuries ago, he was just a late-stage Immortal.

Though his abilities were far beyond those of his peers, Red Ling couldn’t believe that in two centuries, one could advance from late-stage to Separation stage.

Reading Settings

18px
1.8
65ch
Show Pinyin + Chinese + English