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第一千七百六十九章 圣星海域

Lin Xuan nodded. Hearing the disease demon speak like this, he felt relieved. He really feared that the two girls would become a delicacy for others to covet. After all, his current cultivation stage was only at the Separation and Union realm. If the ancient experts of the Void Profound realm were all determined to obtain them, it would be almost impossible for him to protect them.

The term "Thunder Soul Ice Spirit" truly caused some headaches. It didn't matter if he didn't know about his disciple's special constitution; now that he did, Lin Xuan naturally didn't want to delay the sisters' prospects and let their great talents go to waste.

However, to fully utilize their innate abilities, they needed to cultivate specific techniques. With no leads at all, where could he find these ancient techniques?

A few strands of worry appeared on Lin Xuan's face, but soon he dismissed such emotions. There were priorities in life; thinking about this now was meaningless. If anything, it would be a problem for the future. The immediate task was to leave the Great Wasteland Sea as quickly as possible.

"Absolutely no issue," said the old servant. "With my guidance, we can easily bypass the shark tribe's blockade. I just don't know where our master wishes to go. Is it the Holy Star Sea?"

The Holy Star Sea was the location of the Holy City. With the two tribes already at war, going there would naturally be the safest.

Looking back at the history of the Eastern Sea cultivation world, in such tribal wars, no matter if humanity won or lost, even if they ultimately failed, as a foundation for the Holy City, the Holy Star Sea had never fallen.

In other words, it was absolutely safe.

However, Lin Xuan shook his head. If he were alone, he could go anywhere. But now, he had to consider the Hundred Grass Sect. While the Holy Star Sea was indeed safe, it was only relatively so. If his assumptions were correct, many human factions would rush there, and an inconspicuous sect like the Hundred Grass Sect would inevitably be used as cannon fodder.

There must be a price for seeking protection; how could one expect to gain without paying?

Lin Xuan had long understood this principle, so he never had any intention of going to the Holy Star Sea. He didn't want to get involved in such major conflicts.

He was a hard-core cultivator and found no interest in power struggles. Lin Xuan's goal was simple—to elevate his realm and ascend to the Immortal Realm.

Compared to eternal life, everything else was insignificant. Only eternal longevity could allow him to be with his loved ones forever.

Lin Xuan's goal was clear; he had never wavered for eight hundred years. Without such unwavering persistence, how could one hope to achieve immortality someday?

Seeing Lin Xuan's displeased expression, theinfant spirits (yīng líng) couldn't help but feel anxious. A former Void Profound realm cultivator now had to rely on Lin Xuan for his survival; it was indeed a sad situation.

But what could he do? When under someone else's roof, one must bow down.

This principle was clear in the disease demon's mind, so he couldn't help but smile and serve carefully: "If you don't plan to go to the Holy Star Sea, where is your destination? Tell me, I can take you there safely."

"Oh, are you confident?"

"Of course," said the disease demon confidently. His words were not exaggerated; although this guy now looked like a phoenix that had lost its feathers, appearing as humble and cautious, in his prime, he was someone of great weight in the sea tribe. Void Profound realm cultivators speaking their names here would be well-known.

As an elder of the Raging Shark lineage, how could he not know theadvance route (jìn zhēng lùnzhuàn) of his clan?

Knowing oneself and one's enemy led to victory every time. Escaping from this encirclement was easy.

Lin Xuan nodded, his voice devoid of emotion: "Since you say so, let us go to the Chaos Sea."

"Chaos Sea?"

The disease demon was surprised but quickly recalled that he had heard about it before. It seemed the other party didn't want to be caught up in the war; going to the Chaos Sea would indeed be a good choice.

The Nine Immortal Palace's strength should not be underestimated, and neither humans nor demons would generally target the Chaos Sea.

However, saying there was no impact at all was also inconsistent with reality. If humanity and the sea tribes were fully engaged in conflict, and the demon race coveted from the sidelines, even though the Chaos Sea seemed beyond the reach of their influence, its cultivators were still affiliated with one or another tribe.

In such a situation, conflicts would inevitably arise. Even if the Black Immortal Palace was present to prevent anything too serious, secretly?

Humans attacking sea tribes, sea tribes ambushing humans—such activities would be rampant. The demons would also likely get involved. Moreover, would the Nine Immortal Palace really remain neutral? As one of the most mysterious organizations in the Eastern Sea cultivation world, how deep were their roots and resources? In such a situation, might they also intervene to gain more benefits?

The disease demon thought these thoughts but naturally wouldn't tell Lin Xuan. Although he considered himself a servant, it was out of necessity; from his heart, he wished he could extract Lin Xuan's soul.

The more chaotic the situation, the better for him. The disease demon had no intention of serving Lin Xuan forever. What he did now was all about enduring and waiting for an opportunity to strike back.

Only those who emerged victorious would be the winners.

Since he harbored such thoughts, he naturally wouldn't remind Lin Xuan of the challenges in the Chaos Sea. He hoped that Lin Xuan would leave as soon as possible so he could regain his freedom.

Of course, these thoughts merely passed through his mind; there was no trace on his face.

"How is it? Is there a problem?" Lin Xuan said coldly.

"There's absolutely none. Master, rest assured, with my guidance, you will definitely arrive at the Chaos Sea safely."

Time passed like a white horse running past a bow. This guy didn't lie; he really did ensure their safe arrival in the Chaos Sea after three months.

Originally, it wouldn't have taken so long, but they took extra precautions for safety and had to take many detours to avoid the sea tribes. Three months might seem long or short, but for cultivators, such a duration was negligible.

Relieved that he could finally arrive here safely, Lin Xuan exhaled.

Regardless of how much the other party boasted, he remained half-skeptical. Now it seemed they hadn't exaggerated after all.

It appeared his decision not to extract this guy's soul and essence was correct.

Lin Xuan thought to himself.

Choosing to come here, Lin Xuan had not consulted with Shangguan Mudouyue before making the decision. However, she would have no complaints about it.

She owed her survival entirely to Lin Xuan; how could she be ungrateful? !

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