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Pain was nothing. Compared to ordinary people, cultivators generally had a more resilient mind. However, according to the records in Yin-Yang Technique, this pain would last for several days and the cultivator must endure it while continuing their practice without any mistakes. The transformation of Yin-Yang essence energy was already extremely perilous; one misstep could lead to an irreparable situation.

Humans were not sages and who among them could be faultless? Even during normal meditation, there might still be minor issues if they weren't disturbed. But under such inhuman pain...

Cultivators did not fear pain, but the consequences of making a mistake—losing both body and soul—were something no one wanted to bear.

Lin Xuan's face showed a hint of hesitation as he weighed the benefits and potential dangers of this technique in his mind.

After a long while, Lin Xuan stood up with a determined look on his face. He had always been confident in his willpower, but he was not rash; he always acted after careful consideration.

Such a great risk would only be attempted if he felt certain about it. However, according to the records in some pill books he had read before, there was an elixir called "Seven-Heart Pill" that could protect one's mind and spirit.

As long as his mind remained clear and not clouded by pain, Lin Xuan believed he could complete the transformation of Yin-Yang essence energy with his willpower.

After some thought, Lin Xuan entered another stone room.

Inside were piles of jade cylinders—various rare books related to alchemy. Using his divine sense, Lin Xuan scanned through them and gently waved his hand, causing an old-looking jade cylinder to fly into his palm.

Injecting his divine sense into it, he indeed found the records about "Seven-Heart Pill." It was just as he thought.

Lin Xuan's face lit up with joy. However, when he saw the formula, his expression turned somewhat surprised.

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Xuan left the cave.

Shortly after, a streak of light shot out from the green mountains like a bolt of lightning, swiftly heading southeast. Many cultivators at the mountain of medicinal herbs looked over curiously but quickly returned to their own business once they realized it was just a young man in his twenties.

Not far away, in a valley shrouded by white mist, two faint figures were hidden within.

Though they had tried to conceal their cultivation level, the fluctuations of essence energy still revealed that both were experts at the Condensation Core stage.

One of them could be considered familiar to Lin Xuan. He was about forty years old, with three long strands of beard and a righteous expression; he was the leader of the Three Greats and an important figure in Bichun Mountain.

The White-Plum Sword Immortal also arrived here.

The other person was short but exuded great essence energy, making him seem more powerful than his appearance suggested.

With their divine senses, they naturally discovered Lin Xuan from a distance. A hint of surprise flashed across the White-Plum Sword Immortal's face before he regained his composure. This change did not escape the notice of Feng Yuan.

"Senior Brother, do you know this person?"

"Yes, we've met once."

"Oh?" Feng Yuan's face showed a look of surprise; for someone with such high cultivation and status, to recognize a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator was unusual.

"Haha, Junior Brother should not underestimate this young man," the White-Plum Sword Immortal chuckled as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss. "He is no simple matter—Second Vice Sect Leader of the Medicine Mountain."

"Then it's true. That must be a big fish. Should we send someone to follow him?"

"Haha, Junior Brother can decide for yourself. You are my advisor at Bichun Mountain, and our two senior brothers also said that this mission should be led by you," the White-Plum Sword Immortal laughed happily without any hint of envy.

"Senior Brother, I agree with your opinion. Respect is due to age, and besides, Senior Brother has much more experience than me. Of course, I will follow your advice." Feng Yuan smiled as he dodged the question.

"Very well, then let's send someone to check on him. Better safe than sorry; we must notfail to live up to the expectations of the two senior aunts/uncles," the White-Plum Sword Immortal said thoughtfully before waving his sleeves and sending a transmission scroll flying out.

Several hundred meters away, a Foundation Establishment cultivator received the transmission scroll with a serious expression. He took out a tracking device from his pocket, identified the direction, and then vanished into the distance.

Just as Lin Xuan had guessed, when rumors about Medicine Mountain and the Heaven Dust Pill spread, even though most of the senior figures in the Daoist and Demon sects doubted them, they could not ignore such matters. After all, if it were true and fell into the wrong hands, it would be a regret that could never be undone.

Such matters should always be better to believe than not.

In the harsh world of cultivation, where survival was the rule, even more so than in the secular world, if this had happened to another small sect, they would have been openly bullied by both sides.

But Medicine Mountain held a unique status; without sufficient reason, no cultivator would dare offend an alchemist, so both sides adopted a relatively mild approach.

On one hand, they dispatched clever disciples under the guise of alchemy to probe Medicine Mountain's true intentions. If the rumors were true, there would be some clues.

On the other hand, they sent experts to monitor from the shadows.

In short, until concrete evidence was obtained, neither side wanted to break their facade.

This was the current situation.

As for Bichun Mountain, things were even more complicated.

Although the White-Plum Sword Immortal was cunning, the two Core Formation stage elders had sharp eyes. Previously, they only suspected him of seeking fame and glory but never thought he might be involved with the Demon sect.

However, after this trip to Kuinei Mountains, hearing about Ouyang Qinxin's secret report, how could these two old monsters not suspect him?

If it were a Foundation Establishment disciple, they would have already used soul-searching techniques. But since Panguang Sword Immortal was an expert at the Condensation Core stage, such methods would be too crude.

Although time would tell, the two Core Formation stage elders did not have much patience. Coincidentally, rumors about the Heaven Dust Pill spread in the cultivation world again.

Thus, they took this as an opportunity and sent Panguang Sword Immortal out under the guise of a mission to monitor Medicine Mountain. In secret, it was also a test. If Panguang Sword Immortal truly had dealings with the Demon sect, Feng Yuan would surely notice!

That boy was Bichun Mountain's resident genius; his cultivation might not match Panguang Sword Immortal's, but in terms of cunning and strategy, he should be far superior.

At the same time, as soon as Panguang Sword Immortal sent out the transmission scroll, several non-Bichun Mountain cultivators also appeared in mid-air and quietly followed Lin Xuan.

Panguang Sword Immortal couldn't help sneering. A Foundation Establishment cultivator shouldn't make him so concerned; he didn't believe Medicine Mountain had the Heaven Dust Pill at all. But Lin Xuan always gave him a slight sense of unease.

How could Ouyang Qinxin escape from Miao Diao's trap? The setup should have been flawless...

Ouyang Qinxin, who was usually so aloof, seemed to be very friendly with this young man. Was there any connection between the two?

Originally, he wanted to use this as an excuse to let his disciples investigate Lin Xuan's true intentions under the guise of monitoring Medicine Mountain. But other forces had also gotten involved...

Feng Yuan acted nonchalant on the surface but secretly observed Panguang Sword Immortal's every move, not knowing what his intentions were.

After leaving Medicine Mountain, Lin Xuan continued heading southeast. If he remembered correctly, there should be a bustling market in that direction.

To make "Seven-Heart Pill," he needed to buy certain medicinal herbs.

Medicine Mountain had its own herb garden before.

But Lin Xuan didn't even consider it; not because he was afraid of suspicion but because the ingredients for Seven-Heart Pill were nowhere to be found there. It wasn't that this pill was too precious, as its effect merely protected one's mind and spirit—limited in use for cultivators.

However, the raw materials were quite peculiar: seven highly toxic herbs.

No cultivation sect would plant such poisonous herbs; thus, Lin Xuan didn't even think of looking there.

Guided by his divine light, he flew towards the market. On the surface, Lin Xuan showed no signs of unease, but his mind was filled with cold laughter.

With Lin Xuan's caution and superior divine sense compared to his peers, how could he not notice someone following him?

As soon as he left Medicine Mountain, he discovered several "tails." However, Lin Xuan pretended not to know.

It wasn't out of fear; after careful consideration, he decided it was unnecessary to deal with them. A few Foundation Establishment cultivators, with their own magical treasures and wits, would be no match for him. But drawing attention from them might cause trouble.

After all, his mission was merely to buy some highly toxic herbs. There was no need to keep secrets; those cultivators would only be confused.

On the contrary, if they didn't find anything on him this time, in the future, they would become more careless. This was beneficial for Lin Xuan.

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