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第一千七百四十二章 圣城使者

One force subdues ten!

With absolute power, illusions and tricks are nothing but jokes. Moreover, the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eye had already seen through the demoness's movements; there was no suspense about what would happen next.

A scream pierced his ears. This woman never expected such a result—her head was struck by sword energy, and her entire body was swallowed by silver light before she could even escape with her soul...

Crash!

The surroundings shattered like mirrors, revealing a blue sea stretching endlessly around him. The Red-Faced Shark Demon had fallen; only his storage bag remained in the air. Wasting resources is shameful, so Lin Xuan grabbed it without hesitation.

The entire process was swift and decisive. The nearby soul was left staring in shock. As an advanced-stage cultivator, he witnessed a legendary demoness's body fall to pieces after just a few rounds. Yet this young man had easily dispatched the enemy with ease.

His gaze filled with reverence as he watched Lin Xuan fly away like a streak of lightning. In the distance, flames grew closer, indicating that the sea creatures had noticed something amiss.

The soul was alarmed and grateful for his narrow escape. He quickly used several techniques to vanish from sight, teleporting to a spot dozens of feet away. It was an instant displacement technique; he spared no effort, vanishing into the horizon in no time.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan's speed was even more astonishing. There was no need to hide his strength now; he had to leave this place quickly. After a moment’s hesitation, he placed an invisibility talisman on his chest and watched as his figure grew fainter until it turned into a wisp of green smoke.

This wasn't the end. Lin Xuan continued to suppress his aura, making even his heartbeat almost invisible. Even if he weren’t a master, any cultivator below the Separation Stage would be unable to detect him within three feet.

He moved like a ghost towards Yuan Turtle Island.

The Hundred Grass Sect was on high alert; their island’s禁制阵法 were fully activated. About ten cultivators hovered in the air above it.

Leading them was an old man wearing black robes, exuding an aura of divine grace and wisdom. However, his face was dark, as if he had owed a great sum to someone.

The other cultivators wore uniform black attire; their cultivation levels varied but most were at the Condensation Core stage.

"Friend, what is your intention? Using arrays to block our Holy City's envoys—aren’t you rebelling?" The old man said coldly.

"Senior, there must be a misunderstanding. We would never disrespect the Holy City. Our Grand Elder has gone out on business, and with the conflict with the sea creatures escalating, we activated the array as per his orders to prevent any mishaps," Upang Mudui curtsied gracefully, her face showing anxiety but she spoke respectfully.

"Ah, I see." The old man's expression softened: "Given the current crisis, your caution is understandable. However, I must remind you that we are envoys from the Holy City. Do you think I am lying?"

Upang Mudui could not help but shake her head. "I dare not have such thoughts, but..."

Regardless of whether they were envoys from the Holy City or not, the outcome would be the same.

If it was the sea creatures, bringing them in at this critical moment would be akin to suicide.

But what if they were envoys from the Holy City?

As the saying goes: even those who haven’t seen a pig running know that pigs run. Despite its weakness, the Hundred Grass Sect had a long history. Their ancient texts recorded some experiences of the three tribes' war.

Once hostilities began, the Holy City would issue a call for all human forces to unite and fight together.

While it seemed harmless on the surface, in reality, they were cannon fodder. The low-level cultivators like them would be called upon but given no significant roles; their fate was to be sacrificial lambs.

Most ended up with tragic outcomes—spirits scattered, unable to reincarnate for further cultivation.

The harsh realities of the cultivation world!

Cultivators with higher strength had a much better chance of survival in such wars compared to low-level ones.

Upang Mudui understood this well. Despite her dissatisfaction, their sect was already on its last legs; they could do nothing but accept their fate. However, Lin Xuan's arrival changed everything. He promised to take them out of the crisis, giving their sect a chance at survival.

They had prepared for this moment, waiting only for Lin Xuan’s return so they could leave Yuan Turtle Island.

But human plans often fail against divine ones. Lin Xuan was nowhere to be found, and envoys from the Holy City arrived instead.

Upang Mudui couldn’t let them in under any circumstances.

However, the envoys were unwilling to leave easily, especially with a Soul Stage cultivator present. What should they do?

Seeing Upang Mudui hesitate, the old man's patience wore thin: "I have already wasted my words; quickly open the array."

"Open it…"

Seeing her hesitation, the old man’s patience finally snapped: "Wench, I will count to ten—"

"What if you reach ten? Do you think we would dare force our way in?"

A cold voice echoed. Lin Xuan removed his invisibility talisman and appeared.

The old man was shocked, as were the other Holy City cultivators. They never expected someone to be watching them so closely, just a few feet away.

They couldn’t even sense him; this was unbelievable.

The Hundred Grass Sect's cultivators rejoiced. Lin Xuan’s figure flashed, revealing two young women.

"Yan'er."

Upang Mudui froze but quickly relaxed as Lin Xian returned. With his power, he would certainly protect her from harm.

With the array open, Upang Mudui and the other Hundred Grass Sect cultivators flew out.

Lin Xuan did not greet them; his attention was on the Holy City's cultivators. His aura gradually revealed his Separation Stage cultivation level, making the old man’s face pale with the pressure.

"I wonder what your name is, friend. I am Guo Feng, an official of the Holy City. Please accept my respects," the old man bowed hastily, his expression filled with fear and no trace of arrogance.

He subtly revealed his identity as a Holy City official; even Separation Stage cultivators would not dare to oppose the Holy City in general.

"Your identity is obvious, why ask? Tell me, what is your purpose here?" Lin Xuan said coldly. Other cultivators might have some reservations about the Holy City, but he was indifferent. He had already offended a Holy City Elder at the Separation Stage; one more Soul Stage cultivator didn’t matter.

"I... " Under Lin Xuan’s gaze, the old man felt beads of sweat forming on his back but dared not refuse. His voice trembled: "Senior, forgive me. We know that our conflict with the sea creatures has escalated to a critical point. I came here without ill intent; it was just following orders to gather your sect at Twin Phoenix Island."

"Collecting at Twin Phoenix Island?"

Lin Xuan remained calm on the surface but began to chuckle inwardly. He knew this kind of inter-tribal war well, and he understood how dire the outcome would be for the Hundred Grass Sect.

"Hmph, I am just relaying orders; whether you go or not is up to Senior. If there’s nothing else, I will take my leave."

The old man focused on Lin Xuan's expression, relieved when he saw no signs of anger. However, Lin Xuan's next words plunged him into icy coldness: "Since you’re here, stay. You should feel lucky for meeting me!"

Before the old man could react, dozens of sword beams emerged from Lin Xuan’s sleeves.

Lin Xuan did not enjoy killing innocents; if it were just him, he would let them go. However, with the entire Hundred Grass Sect needing to relocate, their target was too large. Letting them return might cause unforeseen complications!

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