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第一千八百四十七章 稀世奇宝

For those few men, Lin Xuan naturally paid them no mind. He didn't even spare a glance their way, instead turning his head to focus on the elder.

Despite Lin Xuan's latent spiritual pressure and lack of any hostile intent, the elder's face still couldn't help showing signs of fear under such scrutiny.

After a moment’s hesitation, he timidly spoke up: "Mr. Huang, do you know me from somewhere?..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he swallowed nervously, his tension evident on his face.

"Indeed, we did meet once before many years ago. Back then, your friend was just an apprentice cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage..." Lin Xuan said coolly.

The elder's expression turned confused as he listened. He genuinely had no memory of such a meeting.

"Senior, I..."

"Enough with this old stuff from hundreds of years ago. It doesn't matter if you've forgotten it. What does matter is that your spiritual root isn’t particularly impressive. The fact that you managed to condense an infant spirit core is indeed something to be happy about," Lin Xuan said.

"I beg your forgiveness, Senior. I was just fortunate enough to obtain a vial of ancient immortal's essence milk through chance. Without it, the possibility of condensing my infant spirit core would have been unknown." The elderly man lowered his hands and spoke meekly.

Lin Xuan nodded but didn't show any signs of envy on his face. Fortune was indeed unpredictable sometimes. He rubbed his forehead with interest: "Why is that?"

"Long story short, we were fortunate enough to find a vial of essence milk in an ancient immortal's ruins. Unfortunately, these fellows stumbled upon us and refused to let us go, chasing after us all the way here," the elder explained.

"What? Essence milk from ten thousand years ago?" Lin Xuan was shocked, his breathing becoming more labored. With his current wealth and experience, few treasures could sway him, but essence milk from ten thousand years ago was definitely one of them.

This vial in his possession had been obtained on the lower planes, and despite careful use over many years, he had very little left after enduring so much hardship.

Lin Xuan was worried about this. If not for the essence milk, his illusionary escape technique would be useless. In dangerous situations, he would lose a crucial means of self-preservation.

However, while worrying, solving this problem proved difficult.

Indeed, the Spirit Realm had abundant resources, but that was relative. Certain materials were still extremely rare and hard to come by. Essence milk from ten thousand years ago was undoubtedly one such item.

Over many years, Lin Xuan had visited countless markets and auctions, attending small transactions among high-ranking cultivators whenever possible. He spared no effort when it came to essence milk, willing to do anything to obtain it if he ever encountered it.

Yet while his resolve was strong, time was not on his side. It was like trying to cook a meal with no ingredients—impossible.

For centuries, Lin Xuan had searched tirelessly but found nothing of the essence milk.

With no market for such items, even with great wealth, one could only sigh in frustration.

Despite feeling depressed and frustrated, Lin Xuan knew he couldn't rush this. He would have to wait for an opportunity.

To his surprise, fate had brought him here, and Lin Xuan was overjoyed. Who said good fortune doesn’t come twice? As long as you were lucky, it was hard to resist. Today was a stroke of luck indeed.

The elder's expression remained calm despite the situation. Although he was only an infant spirit core cultivator, he had lived for centuries and knew that in such circumstances, keeping the essence milk would be impossible. He had already prepared himself when he spoke.

He reached into his belt, and a small, delicate jade vial flew out. It bore some floral patterns and looked ancient, clearly a long-lost treasure.

"Senior, this is what my grandson and I found. With such shallow fortune and thin luck, we are unworthy of possessing it. Today's meeting with you must be fate’s intention. Mr. Huang wishes to offer this precious item to you," the elder said with reluctance but quickly recovered his composure.

"Really?" Lin Xuan showed surprise. The other man was even more astute than he had imagined.

Before he could respond, a voice from across the group interrupted: "You, you do have ten thousand year essence milk! You denied it just now. This is what our sect leader requested. How can you..."

The speaker was the shortest of the golden-robed cultivators, his face rough and full of muscle, clearly not one who relied on intelligence.

"Stop."

Before he could finish, a leading figure among them cut him off sharply. The other three golden-robed cultivators glared at him angrily. This guy was a fool, speaking without thinking in such a dangerous situation. He might as well be asking for trouble.

After their scolding, they turned their heads with fear, worried that the elder's disrespect had angered this mysterious high-ranking figure.

Knowing that they were all in this together, one misstep could bring them all down. The ancient immortal’s saying flashed through their minds—afraid of a powerful enemy but not a foolish ally. Their frustration was palpable.

Sure enough, Lin Xuan smiled as he turned his head. Despite the smile, the others felt like needles piercing their backs and beads of cold sweat forming on their foreheads.

"Leader? What leader? Are you trying to take this item from me? Do your friends have any objections?" Lin Xuan’s cold laughter echoed in their ears.

With his current cultivation, he would not back down for anything. Even if facing only a few infant spirit core and condensation stage cultivators, let alone the three imperial beasts or six sea kings, Lin Xuan would never yield.

"Haha, Senior is mistaken. I dare not have such disrespectful thoughts. With our lives, we could never compete with you for this treasure. You may take it," said the leading figure among the golden-robed cultivators, a white-haired elder who now wore an expression of reverence and forced laughter.

"But...the leader specifically ordered..." The short man opened his mouth to argue but was cut off again by the leader.

"Stop!" This time, the leader was truly angered. He turned swiftly and slapped the man across the face without another word.

"Crack..."

The sharp sound echoed in their ears as the shorter cultivator’s face showed surprise. He touched his swollen cheek: "Uncle... why did you hit me?"

"You are a fool who doesn't know when to keep your mouth shut..." The leader was truly infuriated: "If you speak again, I will immediately extract your soul and refine it..."

"Oh."

The short man recoiled but still looked confused. Lin Xuan watched the scene with a cold expression on his face, though he remained calm. He had never seen anyone as foolish as this before. Could this guy really have an IQ problem? Even fools could successfully condense their golden cores—something unheard of.

Seeing that he finally silenced the fool, the leader turned and his anger vanished, replaced by fear and a smile: "Senior, please don't be angry. My nephew has some issues with intelligence. We have no disrespect for you. The ten thousand year essence milk should go to you. Please excuse us as we leave, not wanting to delay your business here..."

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