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第一千八百五十章 重回红叶岛

Chapter 1850: Return to Red Leaf Island

Lin Xuan's voice, tinged with a smile, entered the old man’s ears. "Friend, you need not be so polite; this was originally promised by me." As he spoke, he flexed his fingers slightly, and the ancient treasures flashed with a divine light, as if they had souls, flying to the old man's front.

The grandfather and grandson were naturally delighted, filled with gratitude towards Lin Xuan. Although objectively speaking, the value of a ten-thousand-year-old spirit root far exceeded these few bottles of pills and ancient treasures, sometimes things couldn't be judged so simply.

As the saying goes: "A commoner is innocent until he harbors jade; then he becomes guilty." A ten-thousand-year-old spirit root truly was an extraordinary object. However, precisely because it was too precious, only a cultivator at the元婴 stage had the fortune to enjoy its benefits.

In fact, what just happened was a perfect illustration of this point. If not for carrying such a rare item, how could they have been pursued by several Golden Robe cultivators?

Had it not been for meeting Lin Xuan, their grandfather and grandson would likely have already perished in the netherworld.

From this perspective, without sufficient strength, that treasure was no longer a treasure but a death warrant that could bring disaster or misfortune.

Hold onto it, fearing calamity; discard it, feeling regret.

It was like carrying a hot potato—extremely uncomfortable to handle. The old man already felt remorse in his heart. When he had fought with the five Golden Robe cultivators, he had offered to hand over the ten-thousand-year-old spirit root, but they were unmoved and determined to kill him to cover their tracks, seemingly fearing that the news might leak out.

However, this senior was different; not only did he spare them, but he also presented a large number of treasures. Although these treasures weren't as valuable as the ten-thousand-year-old spirit root, they perfectly met their needs.

One must be content with what one has. It's no wonder that the grandfather and grandson were moved to tears by Lin Xuan.

The outcome was mutually beneficial; everyone was pleased.

"Senior, if there are any further instructions, may I ask? If not, can old man and granddaughter bid you farewell?"

After repeatedly thanking Lin Xuan, the old man spoke with great respect.

"It's fine." Lin Xuan nodded.

"Then senior take care. I hope we have another chance to meet in the future."

The old man respectfully bowed to Lin Xuan, and the young woman beside him also bowed gracefully. Soon, their figures vanished into the distant horizon as a brilliant light enveloped them.

Lin Xuan's face was still full of joy. He played with the bottle containing the ten-thousand-year-old spirit root for a while before storing it in his momentary bag.

Then, he waved his sleeves and several streaks of green swordlight shot out, quickly decimating the ancient beast, taking its妖丹 and other useful materials. The rest was discarded.

Lin Xuan didn't delay further; with a flick of his hand, a brilliant light flashed, and the spirit boat reappeared before him.

With a flash, Lin Xuan sat on the spirit boat, casting out a spell that enveloped it in a dazzling light as he shot forward towards the front.

...

The rest of the journey was uneventful; smooth sailing was the best description. After all, danger and opportunity were not related to each other like cabbage and lettuce; one couldn't just bump into them on the street.

Lin Xuan didn't rush his journey, spending another two months before finally arriving at Red Leaf Sea. Although it was a sea, there was still some distance from Red Leaf Island.

He concealed his cultivation level, appearing only as an中期元婴 cultivator. He had come here to uncover any secrets on the island and, if possible, settle accounts with Old Patriarch Poison Dragon. That old monster had made him look like a fool back then. Given Lin Xuan's clear-cut nature, he wouldn't easily let it go.

Before, he couldn’t fight; now... hmm, wasn't it time to take that old fellow down a notch?

But whether for investigating secrets or seeking revenge on Old Patriarch Poison Dragon, such matters couldn't be done openly. A sudden disturbance could lead to many complications. His cultivation at the离合 stage was too conspicuous, so concealing it as an中期元婴 cultivator was most suitable.

As for his appearance, Lin Xuan didn’t change much; he was always one who blended into a crowd without drawing attention.

Lin Xuan’s face exuded a carefree demeanor, but deep down, his vigilance had increased significantly. He subtly released his divine sense to monitor the surroundings.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan's brows furrowed as he turned his head slightly to the left. Several life forces were rapidly approaching this area. However, despite the heightened alertness, his expression remained calm. From the fluctuations in spiritual energy, they were only a few中期元婴 cultivators, not worth fearing. Besides, being here in Red Leaf Sea, encountering some traveling cultivators was nothing unusual.

About half an hour later, a spirit boat appeared in view. Compared to Lin Xuan's boat, this one was much larger, like a giant ship.

Three men and one woman were on the boat, engaged in conversation. After a short while, their boat was close enough that it seemed they would pass by each other. Suddenly, one of them stood up.

This man looked around forty years old, with an extremely handsome face exuding righteousness. He held a scroll in his hand, looking like a well-learned scholar.

"Friend, please."

With a wave of his right hand, he cast a spell, and the giant spirit boat's light flickered to a stop.

Lin Xuan looked up; he had already determined that this was an后期元婴 cultivator with significantly deeper spiritual energy than others at the same stage. He must have either practiced some extraordinary techniques or cultivated a second元婴.

"Friend, may I ask your name? What instructions do you have?" Lin Xuan naturally wasn't a proud person and stood up, returning the bow while smiling.

"Haha, we are the Four Friends of Yanshan. I am from Huang Ting Sect. Seeing that your bones are so clear, would you be interested in joining our boat for a chat?"

The voice of the well-learned scholar sounded sincere as it reached Lin Xuan's ears.

"Clear bones?" Lin Xuan was taken aback. His first thought was whether his concealment technique had been discovered, but he quickly regained composure; that was impossible.

Even an ordinary中期元婴 cultivator or a玄期 old monster wouldn't be able to discern his concealment method unless they met face-to-face and used their divine sense with full effort. Lin Xuan had confidence in his own abilities.

His mind raced as he replied, "Friend, you jest; I am just a mere wandering cultivator. How could we discuss clear bones?"

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