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第一百八十七章 逆天神通

Lin Xuan did not believe this was a coincidence. A hint of mockery played on the corner of his mouth as it seemed that the rumors were indeed starting to take effect.

While paying attention to these subtle details, Lin Xuan also had other tasks to attend to. On the surface, he appeared to be enjoying the scenery and leisurely traveling, but in reality, he was secretly observing the terrain around Spirit Herb Mountain.

Knowing oneself and one's enemy is key to victory in a hundred battles. Similarly, being familiar with the landscape would increase his chances of survival if any danger did arise.

Of course, these were just worst-case scenarios; Lin Xuan preferred to be prepared for anything.

After about three days of rest, Lin Xuan felt that both his body and mind had recovered to their optimal state. Although various signs suggested potential dangers on Spirit Herb Mountain in the future, it was still relatively safe for now.

Rumors were just rumors. Until things were confirmed, no one would easily offend a sect composed of alchemists. There was no need to worry unnecessarily. Lin Xuan began his untroubled cultivation.

Given his talent, he naturally could not do without spirit pills.

Lin Xuan refined the base foundation pill and ensured that all of them were middle-grade pills.

Since the number of pills he could consume daily was limited, he did not want to waste time with lower-grade pills. The refinement of superior-grade pills was a bit more difficult, so he primarily consumed middle-grade ones.

Time slowly passed...

Lin Xuan repeated the process of refining, taking pills, and meditating in his cave, never leaving its entrance.

Cultivation inherently involved going against nature; the less external interference, the better. He had already made up his mind: unless he reached the late foundation establishment stage, he would not step outside this world again.

First, he focused on practicing *Yin-Yang Art*. There was a hierarchy to matters; elevating one's cultivation level could not be achieved overnight. In this situation, Lin Xuan naturally chose techniques that could quickly enhance his strength.

As long as he could convert the spirit energy within his body between yin and yang, he could learn various secret methods from *True Scripture of Profound Yin*. Unlike orthodox practitioners who followed a gradual progression like rivers merging into seas, the魔道 especially favored alternative paths.

Although there were inevitably hidden dangers during cultivation, the power of these techniques far surpassed those of orthodox cultivators.

This was why Supreme Demon Tyrant Sovereign was feared by the three major elders. Not only did he have an advanced middle-stage core, outperforming old monsters in the orthodox sects, but his cultivation technique was also peculiar and extremely powerful.

At the same stage, a cultivator of the魔道 naturally had a slight edge over a cultivator of 正道, and this advantage was even more pronounced for ghost cultivators.

Of course, there was no free lunch. Everything had its drawbacks; the flaws in the techniques of the魔道 and ghost cultivators not only made them prone to backlash but also made it harder to advance in cultivation. But this did not concern Lin Xuan.

He still primarily focused on the top-grade cultivation secret *Nine Heavens Profound Art*. However, he used the secret methods from *True Scripture of Profound Yin* after mastering the technique of converting spirit energy between yin and yang.

In other words, he could harness the power of a ghost cultivator without worrying about hidden dangers.

With *Nine Heavens Profound Art*, Lin Xuan's foundation was exceptionally solid. His spirit energy was far purer than that of his peers, making him better suited to use ghost techniques compared to their original versions.

The benefits were so numerous that Lin Xuan was not hesitant in mastering the Yin-Yang Art. Now he could go without food and drink, dedicating all his time to refining and meditating while taking pills to assist him, hoping to grasp it as quickly as possible.

Of course, Lin Xuan was well aware of his own talent and had prepared for failure. Failure was not a problem; what mattered was his perseverance.

However, when he read through the *Yin-Yang Art* three times and deeply pondered its profound meanings, he was both astonished and delighted.

It seemed that this time, he truly had good fortune, even heaven's assistance.

This secret technique indeed was an unprecedented divine power. Converting yin and yang spirit energy violated common sense in the cultivation world.

The methods recorded were truly unbelievable, but after careful consideration, Lin Xuan could only clap in admiration, marveling at its creation.

It remained unknown what level of cultivation the senior had reached to create such a revolutionary Yin-Yang Art.

And because it contradicted so many established norms and even went against them, the conditions for cultivating this technique were entirely different from those of ordinary techniques.

Simply put, whether one's spirit root was good or even if there was no spirit root did not affect the cultivation of this secret. Upon realizing this, Lin Xuan almost shouted with joy despite his composure. The reason? Generally speaking, the more exquisite a technique, the higher the requirements for talent. After obtaining the Yin-Yang Art, he feared that his ordinary human condition would make it impossible to cultivate.

To his surprise, the situation was completely reversed. He even worried he might have misunderstood and carefully re-read the relevant sections, pondering each word and sentence. It was indeed as simple as that.

Lin Xuan's joy was evident as he hurriedly sank his spirit into the jade cylinder...

However, after a while, his expression became rather peculiar.

The Yin-Yang Art did not require any talent, but cultivating this technique would entail unimaginable pain. The reason? Converting yin and yang spirit energy within one’s body. As they say, water and fire do not mix; similarly, the two energies would clash.

They fought on the practitioner's meridians, entwining in battle. The practitioner would... well, it was too trivial to describe as unbearable pain; such agony was absolute—neither life nor death could be sought. Even the eighteen levels of hell, with its knives and boiling oil, paled in comparison.

Lin Xuan frowned, half-believing and half-skeptical. This description seemed overly exaggerated, but if it were just about the pain, that would be one thing. The text was clear: such feelings only occurred during initial practice; once mastered, yin and yang spirit energy could be freely converted, and any discomfort would vanish.

Compared to the terrifying pain that followed, what could eighteen levels of hell possibly matter? Any cultivator would grit their teeth and endure it.

However, the subsequent description in the technique was enough to deter even the bravest cultivators...

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