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第一百五十六章 混乱

The old man's face flushed, and he stammered, "Let the senior laugh at me. Indeed, I harbored this thought." He then sighed, "Actually, not just me; there are thousands of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators from both the Daoist and Demonic sects who have come here."

"Oh, do you think you stand a chance?"

"I understand your meaning," the old man replied. "With so many Core Formation stage seniors responding to this news, my cultivation level is indeed too low for me to be overly confident. But people always have a侥幸 mentality."

He didn't expect that this cultivator of magic would speak with such wit, but it was true—though fate doesn't drop golden opportunities from the sky, someone always manages to step in dog manure. The scenario where both parties fight and the opportunist reaps the benefits has occurred in both secular society and the cultivation world. Besides, everyone only knew that True Monarch Heavenly Defiler's soul had fled into the Quine Yin Mountains, but its exact location was unclear. It might just be him who found it first.

It wasn't surprising; the Heavenly Dust Pill's effects were divine, making this temptation too great to resist.

As for the old monsters at the Core Formation stage, they hadn't come either. The reasons were manifold—perhaps because the Heavenly Dust Pill was ineffective on them, reducing their interest slightly. Alternatively, they might have reached some agreement among themselves. After all, once in the Core Formation stage, a single gesture could stir up chaos, and their powers were too formidable to risk a full-scale conflict with the cultivation world.

Lin Xuan looked at the respectfully old man before him and smiled. "A侥幸 mentality is good, but you should understand that even those who have the audacity to seek fortune run the risk of retribution. Even if fate favors you and you obtain the Heavenly Dust Pill, do you think you will survive long enough to enjoy it? Even True Monarch Heavenly Defiler met his end with his Dharmic body destroyed."

A single word jolted him awake.

The old man's face was drenched in cold sweat as he realized. Yes, even if he obtained the Heavenly Dust Pill, he would still be pursued and eventually fall to the mercy of both sides.

He immediately bowed respectfully and said sincerely, "Thank you for your reminder; I have been foolish. I will return now."

Afterward, he performed another respectful bow before vanishing as a streak of light along his original path.

After the old man left, Lin Xuan remained silent.

Though this old man's cultivation was mediocre, he was someone who could let go of attachments and resist temptation. Such a personality might not achieve great things, but living a peaceful life until natural death should be no problem.

What about me?

Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment before his face hardened.

Even though he had advised the old man to leave, explaining the logic clearly, when it came to himself, these words didn't apply.

The Heavenly Dust Pill stirred Lin Xuan's heart. After all, condensing a Core Formation was much more difficult than building a Foundation Establishment stage; even if he refined an upper-grade Foundation Establishment Pill, it would only accelerate his cultivation at that stage but offer no help in forming a Golden Core.

Moreover, obtaining the top-grade Essence Cleansing Pills had been a struggle. Lin Xuan wasn't confident about refining an upper-grade Foundation Establishment Pill. Therefore, this excellent opportunity was one he couldn't afford to miss.

One must enter the tiger's den to catch its cub. Lin Xuan's resolve in cultivation was unwavering. If he could not form a Golden Core and merely remain at the Foundation Establishment stage, what would be the point of living?

With these thoughts, Lin Xuan transformed into a streak of lightning and vanished without a trace.

As per the old man's words, True Monarch Heavenly Defiler's soul had fled to the Quine Yin Mountains. Recently, someone had sensed his presence in the southern part of the mountain range, which was why so many Daoist and Demonic sect cultivators were chasing after him.

Lin Xuan took a Hidden Spirit Pill to lower his cultivation level to the late Flexible Spirit stage, allowing him to remain hidden from both sides. The inferior flying sword he used for this purpose was a low-grade spiritual artifact, making it even less suspicious.

Although this slowed him down slightly, it didn't matter. True Monarch Heavenly Defiler was an outstanding talent, and those cultivators were wary of each other, checking on one another.

Patience was beneficial; the slower pace could be advantageous.

Flying for half a day, several beams of light suddenly appeared in front, followed by thunderous explosions.

Lin Xuan's expression changed as he stopped his flight and carefully released his divine sense.

After a moment, he retracted his divine sense with a look of understanding on his face.

About seven or eight miles ahead, two groups of cultivators were engaged in battle. One group had seven members, the other eight—about equal numbers.

One side was Daoist cultivators, and the other was Demonic cultivators, likely from different sects based on their attire.

This wasn't strange; though the Daoist and Demonic sects weren't at each other's throats, they didn't get along well. A fight broke out over a single word.

Lin Xuan pondered briefly but chose not to detour. Instead, he flew directly below them.

He took this risk because both sides' strength was weak; apart from their leaders being Foundation Establishment First Stage cultivators, the rest were all Flexible Spirit stage disciples.

These people naturally didn't have Hidden Spirit Pills to hide their true power.

Indeed, as the saying goes, people die for money and birds perish for food. Such weak abilities dared to covet the Heavenly Dust Pill.

Both groups noticed Lin Xuan but only glanced at him before returning to their heated battle.

Over the next day, Lin Xuan encountered numerous battles—dozens in total. The more he ventured inward, the more frequent and intense they became. One of the most dramatic instances involved two groups of cultivators numbering over a hundred, mostly Foundation Establishment stage members, clashing fiercely.

This scale was already comparable to sect wars.

Light beams pierced through the air as spiritual artifacts flew around; it was hard to describe how spectacular this scene was!

Lin Xuan sighed as he sensed massive fluctuations in divine energy ahead. Clearly, another cultivator was engaged in battle there.

Scanning with his divine sense, both were Demonic cultivators.

A sneer curled Lin Xuan's lips. This journey had broadened his horizons; the initial battles he encountered mostly involved conflicts between Daoist and Demonic sects. However, as time passed, more and more fights broke out among cultivators of similar backgrounds—Daoists against Daoists, Demons against Demons—and these duels became increasingly vicious.

They were like sworn enemies, fighting to the death without respite.

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