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第一千七百四十三章 杀伐决断

Chapter 1743: Decisive Execution

Kill if in doubt, let go if certain. Since he had no connection to the Holy City, Lin Xuan would not hesitate due to a moment of compassion and put himself and the Hundred Grass Sect at risk.

Just moments ago, everything was fine; now, the old man in the black robe suddenly attacked with ferocious speed, leaving everyone dumbfounded. The cultivators from the Holy City all turned pale.

"Senior, spare me!"

The old man in the black robe was terrified to the point of losing color. How could he possibly fight a Separation Period cultivator?

He was doomed!

His eyes were filled with despair, but even ants struggle for survival. Despite knowing his defeat, how could he sit idly by and wait to die.

As he loudly begged for mercy, he flicked his sleeve, releasing vast amounts of pinkish-black demonic energy that quickly covered half the sky, creating a formidable spectacle.

Roar!

A loud roar echoed from within the mist, as if some monstrous creature was hiding there.

Lin Xuan ignored it and pointed with one finger. Instantly, countless sword qi surged like a storm, piercing towards his opponent.

"Ahh!"

Loud, chilling screams filled the air. Whether it was the old man in black or other Core Formation Period cultivators, despite their differences in cultivation level, to Lin Xuan, they were mere ants. The sword light fell like rain, and these people's heads and bodies separated without resistance.

Next, Lin Xuan flicked his right hand slightly, sending a small fireball from his fingertips. Small as it was, resembling a tiny prayer bead, the surrounding primordial energy rushed in...

Soon, that fireball grew rapidly into a sea of flames, coloring the entire sky red.

It looked incredibly spectacular, though not enough to burn everything. But turning the Holy City cultivators' corpses into ashes was easy.

Fast in coming and fast in going, within just a few breaths, the fiery sea dissipated, cooling down as if nothing had happened. The sky cleared, with occasional bird calls heard, making it seem like no event took place at all.

The Hundred Grass Sect's cultivators stood dumbfounded. Even Shangguan Mudouyi's face showed shock: "Senior Lin, they are messengers from the Holy City. Killing them will bring you great misfortune."

"Great misfortune?"

A cold smile appeared on Lin Xuan's lips: "This matter is known only to heaven and earth, and us. Even if the Holy City's leader has supreme power, how would he know that his subordinates were killed by us? Sending them back with rumors will bring disaster. Do you doubt my judgment, Lady?"

"Of course not, Your Excellency," Shangguan Mudouyi quickly explained. "How could I have such disrespectful thoughts? I only worry about the worst-case scenario. Since You think this is secure, I have no objections."

"Hmm, if that's how you feel, it's perfect. How are preparations for departure from this place?"

"All items have been packed up. As soon as You give the order, we can leave at any time," Shangguan Mudouyi replied efficiently.

"Since that is so, let us not delay. The longer we wait, the more unpredictable things may become. Now that the war between the two tribes has begun, who knows when the flames might reach here."

"What? The flames have already started. I didn't know," Shangguan Mudouyi's face showed surprise.

"You naturally wouldn't know; Lin Xuan rushed here on horseback to deliver this news. We'll discuss details later. For now, let us leave this place."

"Yes, Your Excellency, I will immediately gather the sect members and wait for You." With a graceful bow, Shangguan Mudouyi flew towards the Turtle Island core.

"Yan'er, help Mother gather the disciples. Ling'er, stay here."

"Yes, Master."

Following Lin Xuan's instructions, both girls felt curious but did not probe further. They bowed with smiles and left for the main hall while Shangguan Ling stayed behind obediently.

The little girl blinked her big eyes, secretly observing Lin Xuan's face. She respected and feared her master; why was she asked to stay here when her sister went to help their mother?

Could it be that she did something wrong or made a mistake?

Her heart was uneasy, but since the master had not spoken, she dared not ask.

A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father. While other cultivators might be selfish and self-centered, in the Hundred Grass Sect,从小的教育就是尊师重道。

Lin Xuan took advantage of this fact; even if the two girls were talented, he would never consider taking them on as disciples. Raising a white-eyed wolf was foolish, but having a disciple who respected him and obeyed him was wise.

As for their low cultivation levels, it wasn't an issue. With enough effort and plenty of medicinal pills, they could quickly advance.

"Ying'er," Lin Xuan did not notice the girl's expression as he spoke calmly.

"Master, what are Your instructions?"

"There is nothing; this time, due to good fortune, I found a treasure suitable for you."

Lin Xuan smiled and revealed nine ice swords from his sleeve. Each sword shimmered with cold light, and faint clear tones could be heard, indicating their high level of refinement.

Shangguan Ling's attention was immediately captured: "A top-grade灵器."

"Indeed, it is one of the best in its class. Not only does it match your spiritual root attributes, but this treasure is a complete set," Lin Xuan smiled.

While this item couldn't compare to Yan'er's Thunder Crane Wings, for low-level cultivators, it was undoubtedly a dream come true. After all, something that caught his eye could not be trash.

"Thank you, Master."

Shangguan Ling originally thought she would be punished for making a mistake but found out it was her master giving her a treasure. The joy in her heart was evident; her smile lit up like the sun and blossomed like a flower, making her exceptionally beautiful. Lin Xuan sighed, his eyes reflecting thoughts of longing and sorrow.

Four hundred years had passed since he arrived in the Spirit Realm. Where was Moon? When would they meet again? He missed her innocent smile so much.

Unaware of Lin Xuan's worries, Shangguan Ling happily infused her spiritual energy into the灵器.

Zing...

Clear tones filled the air as the ice swords grew with the wind. The girl extended her delicate hand and grasped the mother sword, gently shaking it; several child swords followed suit, emanating chilling light that made one's heart race. White mist accompanied them, lowering the temperature in the air!~!

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