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第一千八百一十章 重回九仙城

Chapter 1810: Returning to the Nine Immortals City

That was a small figure about an inch high, with features and eyes that were eerily similar to those of a Corpse Demon. Its flesh was withered like that of an Incubus, resembling the latter in many ways. However, this wasn't an Incubus; it was a Corpse Incubus.

Zombie cultivation differed from human cultivation. After entering the Incubus stage, there were two outcomes: some would condense into an Incubus core, while others would form a Corpse Pearl, each with its own unique benefits. The monster before him clearly belonged to the former category.

The little figure's face was filled with fear. He had guessed something of Lin Xuan’s intentions, but his punch, which should have struck Lin Xuan in the chest first, failed to cause any significant damage. Moreover, that punch contained hidden force, enough to send the young man flying.

Since he flew backward, his grab couldn’t hit him.

The old saying, "a miss is as good as a mile," held true here; such subtleties could decide victory or defeat. He had calculated everything perfectly and was sure there would be no mistakes!

Yet, that punch did hit Lin Xuan’s chest armor, which shattered violently. However, underfoot, Lin Xuan stood firm like iron. Not only didn’t he move, but the punch, powerful enough to crack a stone tablet or even collapse a mountain, was stopped dead in its tracks.

Lin Xuan's reaction was beyond the Corpse Demon's comprehension. Even among peers of his level, such strength shouldn't be expected.

He had no idea that Lin Xuan’s Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique mimicked the secrets of divine phoenixes. Simply practicing this technique made Lin Xuan’s body as resilient as a peer of his own rank in the Heavenly and Earthly Spirit races. Moreover, he had been consuming refined qilin fruit for centuries without interruption, making him strong enough to withstand blows from peers.

Though powerful, that punch could only injure him; any serious damage was out of the question.

A single miscalculation cost him everything. Due to a calculation error, his Corpse Incubus fell into Lin Xuan’s hands. His face showed both resentment and fear. Lin Xuan paid no heed, and with a flick of his claws, he crushed the Corpse Demon in one go.

Following this, a burst of flames turned its remains to ashes.

With the Corpse Incubus gone, the Corpse Demon was left as an empty shell. Lin Xuan’s lips curled into a sneer. Despite using many tricks in this battle, his strength remained the foundation. He had roughly gauged his own power; he no longer feared facing a Core Formation初期 cultivator alone, though he couldn’t claim any certainty of victory.

Lin Xuan was satisfied. While other minor interfaces didn't matter much, at least in terms of current circumstances, being at the Core Formation stage in the Eastern Sea cultivation realm was extraordinary. Though he hadn't reached this level, his strength was comparable, which was already impressive.

One should be content with what one has. After all, he had just entered the late stage and still had a high potential for improvement before hitting the Core Formation bottleneck. With ample medicinal pills, there was nothing to worry about.

The Corpse Demon was now merely a decaying corpse; it should have been destroyed. Such grade of zombie could potentially regain its spirit intelligence by absorbing earth yin qi, making it dangerous again. These ghostly creatures were fundamentally different from ordinary cultivators.

But Lin Xuan didn’t destroy him. Destroying the Corpse Incubus would be too wasteful. He was a practitioner who mastered both good and evil techniques, including methods to control zombies. Having such an assistant could be beneficial.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve, and a pouch-like treasure flew out—Spirit Ghost Bag. Although he hadn’t used it for a long time, he had always prepared one.

The bag opened, releasing a black fog that enveloped the Corpse Demon, pulling him inside.

Lin Xuan’s face showed satisfaction as he affixed several prohibitive talismans on its surface before storing it away.

Next, Lin Xuan released his divine sense to gather the scattered storage bags from around the ocean. They were valuable treasures left behind by high-stage spirits. Even though he was wealthy and could afford anything, as a cultivator, one never had too much wealth. Collecting these scattered storage bags was merely a matter of convenience.

The fog gradually dissipated, and the surging waves calmed down. Sunlight bathed the sea surface, creating shimmering reflections. A thousand miles away, the scene looked serene, yet who knew that such intense battles had just taken place here?

Lin Xuan’s body emitted green light as he left this contentious area.

In the following days, he encountered no dangers. After a fortnight, an inconceivably grand city appeared before him—this was the most magnificent city Lin Xuan had ever seen in his cultivation journey. Other so-called great cities paled in comparison.

This was the main stronghold of the Nine Immortals Palace. The size of this city was hard to determine for those who had lived here for a long time, but according to ancient texts, it might be comparable to the Youzhou region on the mortal plane.

In other words, spanning several million miles, while seemingly unbelievable, such wonders were common in the cultivation realm, especially in upper-level interfaces where miracles could occur beyond normal understanding.

Lin Xuan’s face showed no great surprise. After all, he had been here centuries ago. This was a return to familiar grounds, and though his emotions fluctuated, it was more out of nostalgia than anything else.

However, soon Lin Xuan's thoughts settled, and his expression returned to its usual neutral state. He came here with specific goals, not just for reminiscence.

The Eastern Sea cultivation realm was now in turmoil, involving humans, demons, and sea creatures. Lin Xuan wanted to know the situation in this chaotic sea region; could it still be a place of peace?

Given his nature, undisturbed cultivation would be ideal. However, as the saying went, "ten out of ten are not satisfied," meaning one couldn't always avoid being entangled in affairs.

This was something Lin Xuan understood well, which is why he came to Nine Immortals City to gather information. Knowing oneself and others allowed him to make decisions based on the current situation in the cultivation realm.

With these thoughts, Lin Xuan walked into the city. (To be continued...) If you enjoyed this work, please support it by leaving a recommendation or review; your encouragement is my greatest motivation. You can continue reading on [your preferred website].

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