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第一千七百九十章 五十年弹指一挥间

A 1% chance meant that refining ten superior-grade pills would only yield one success by sheer luck. For Lin Xuan, this was far too rare.

After careful consideration, it made more sense to refine middle-grade pills instead.

Lin Xuan wasn't a stick-in-the-mud; he knew when to adapt in critical situations. With plenty of waste pills at his disposal, taking the time to refine middle-grade ones would only be slightly slower than using superior-grade ones.

The number of pill formulas was irrelevant since he had more than enough resources to support his cultivation up to the Profound Origin stage. Of course, occasionally refining some superior-grade pills wasn't a bad idea either; they could come in handy when breaking through barriers.

...

Time passed without leaving any trace. Winter gave way to spring and summer turned into autumn. Lin Xuan's abode remained sealed, and Black Wind Island continued as it was. However, the strength of the disciples from Hundred Grass Sect increased significantly. The number of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators grew, along with a few Condensation Core stage ones. Lin Xuan had left ample resources behind, and the True Scripture of the Five Elements was indeed a godsend for those with inferior spirit roots.

With no bottlenecks, his disciples progressed rapidly. In contrast, Shangguan Yan and Shangguan Ling didn't stand out as much compared to their peers. Although they had Lin Xuan's cultivation insights, their progress through the Nine Heavens Profound Art was slow due to its complexity.

Fortunately, the treasures bestowed by their master were countless, allowing them to edge past most of their fellow disciples and reach the peak of Foundation Establishment stage.

...

The distance to becoming a Condensation Core cultivator was just one step away. Although not the highest in their cohort, Shangguan Yan and Shangguan Ling's strength far surpassed that of other disciples. The Nine Heavens Profound Art was a top-grade technique with immense power, while the True Scripture of the Five Elements took an opposite approach.

Even those who had successfully condensed cores found themselves vastly outmatched by these two girls. Without relying on their master's treasures, they could easily defeat them in hand-to-hand combat.

Shangguan Mudouyu also made steady progress as the head of her sect. Although she lacked the exceptional talent of her daughters, Shangguan Ling and Shangguan Yan, she was still quite capable. Cultivating the Jade Maiden Seven Heart Technique, while not achieving miraculous results, saw significant advancement.

Fifty years passed in a blink. The human race's war with the sea creatures did not affect Black Wind Island, where Hundred Grass Sect could rest undisturbed.

It was an ordinary morning, and the sea surface was calm and serene. Occasionally, fish leaped out of the water. Two beautiful young women were playing, appearing to be no more than ten years old. Of course, one couldn't judge a cultivator's strength by their appearance.

"Big sister, when do you think Master will break through to Profound Origin?"

"I don't know, but with our master's talent, it should be fine."

Shangguan Yan muttered, feeling both respect and gratitude toward Lin Xuan. However, fifty years had passed without any news from their master, leaving them uncertain of his current state.

Before the girls could finish speaking, they suddenly widened their eyes in alarm, a look of vigilance on their faces.

"Big sister, what's wrong?"

Shangguan Ling also noticed something amiss and quickly released her divine sense. A cluster of light points appeared on the horizon, numbering several hundred, all cultivators with far higher cultivation levels than them.

The sisters were alarmed. As the saying went, "The good are not troubled, but trouble finds the wicked." So many cultivators suddenly appearing in their vicinity was certainly not a cause for celebration. Could this fifty-year peace be about to end?

However, there was no time to think anymore.

Their opponents' strength far exceeded that of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. They had already been discovered and couldn't hide now. The only option was to return to the sect's main hall as quickly as possible.

The sisters moved swiftly toward Hundred Grass Sect's main hall. Fortunately, Black Wind Bandits were not far away—just a few miles at most.

However, their opponents' speed was much faster than expected. As soon as they entered the miasma, the group of cultivators arrived nearby.

...

Closer inspection revealed that these seemed to be from the same sect, but many faces bore signs of distress and injury.

Their mental states were clearly poor. Some appeared to have suffered severe wounds.

Leading them was a red-haired old man with an immeasurable cultivation level, a late-stage Separation Realm cultivator.

"Grandfather, those two girls fled into the miasma."

"Hmph, just two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators—why bother? Our sect is facing a crisis and needs a place to settle down," a bald man growled.

"Second Brother, you're wrong. This place is so remote; how could there be two female cultivators here? If I'm not mistaken, this might be the secret main hall of some sect," the previous speaker said. He looked no more than twenty but seemed like an old man with his hunched back.

"A sect's secret main hall? Second Brother, don't joke around. There are no spirit veins here; how could a sect build its main hall in such a place? I think those two girls just happened to appear," the bald man said dismissively.

"Whether or not it is so, let us check first before making any conclusions," the hunchbacked youth seemed confident. His eyes glinted with cunning, indicating he was no ordinary character.

The two argued, but in the end, the decision rested with the Separation Realm old man.

"Let's go and see; it won't take much time."

Before the words were out, several cultivators flew off. Soon, a delighted voice reached their ears: "Grandfather, there is indeed an island here, and its spirit veins are quite good."

"What?"

The red-haired old man was overjoyed. He hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise. If they could rebuild their sect here, it would be perfect.

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