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第一千九百四十八章 移灵阵

Moreover, it wasn't just one pill; the other two types of medicinal pills were rather obscure items. However, in terms of their effects, they weren’t inferior to True Essence Pills.

Lin Xuan's actions were enough to make ordinary cultivators bang their chests and stomp their feet. They had never seen anyone so extravagant before.

However, Lin Xuan didn't feel that way. Everyone’s situation was different. Although he was only at the Separation stage, his wealth far surpassed even the ancient monsters of the Void Profound realm. A few pills in others' eyes might be extremely precious, but to him, they were nothing.

Lin Xuan simply wasn’t lacking these items; what he lacked now was time alone.

Unlike the war with the Three Tribes, this unexpected invasion by ghostly and demonic entities meant that there would be no secluded paradise anywhere in the East Sea. Lin Xuan didn't know how much time he had left, so he wouldn't waste any if possible. Instead of spending more time for his second元婴 to meditate, it was better to consume a large number of spiritual pills.

Lin Xuan had been on the cultivation path for such a long time that he knew what needed to be done in every situation.

With this thought, Lin Xuan raised his head and swallowed all three medicinal pills at once. Then, he placed his thumb and index finger together flat on his knees and began meditating.

Seven days passed quickly. The damage the second元婴 had suffered was significant; normally, it would take several months to fully recover. However, with the miraculous effects of multiple spiritual pills, Lin Xuan managed to restore the little guy in just a few days.

In the training room, he still kept his eyes closed, but above him was a tiny infant about an inch tall, playing and laughing in his hair. This baby was pitch-black like ink; it was naturally the second元婴.

Compared to when they met on the small island, this little guy's complexion was rosy, his eyes half-closed with flickering divine light inside. His essence had fully recovered, leaving no trace of harm behind.

After playing for a while, the little guy seemed tired and disappeared into Lin Xuan’s body through his crown.

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, showing satisfaction. The second元婴 was now fully restored; this worry in his cultivation was gone.

Next, he reached out and a storage bag flew from his waist. Holding it by the mouth, he gently shook it, revealing countless iron-feather-shaped flying knives with flickering black light.

After eliminating Li Kongsen, the other treasures of this old monster were unimportant, but the power of these Iron Feather Flying Scorpion Knives was truly formidable, making Lin Xuan want to possess them.

He extended his right hand and lightly hooked a flying knife. The knife was enveloped by spiritual light and fell into his palm.

A silver light flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes as he looked at the item. After a while, he raised his head with a touch of desolation on his face. Although these Iron Feather Flying Scorpion Knives weren't Li Kongsen’s main treasure, they were made from his feathers and had strong innate marks. Erasing them would require significant time and effort.

Lin Xuan didn’t have the energy to do that now. However, after a moment's thought, he came up with another solution.

With a wave of his sleeve, several scattered cultivation materials flew out. Lin Xuan’s hands moved swiftly, setting up a small array in no time.

It was possible to quickly erase innate marks, such as the spirit-moving array before him. However, generally speaking, cultivators wouldn’t do that because setting up a spirit-moving array wasn't overly extravagant; it consumed large amounts of precious materials each time and had greater value than the crystals obtained from ordinary treasures.

In short, doing this was completely unprofitable.

But Lin Xuan didn’t care. He hadn’t considered such issues at all. As he said before, everyone’s situation was different. His wealth far exceeded that of his peers; even ancient monsters couldn't compare to him.

Erasing the marks on the treasure using a spirit-moving array would make other cultivators feel extremely stingy. But in Lin Xuan's eyes, it was just a drop in the ocean.

As long as he could save time and spend some money, it was worth it for Lin Xuan.

The array was set up, and Lin Xuan took out several top-grade crystals to place them at the edges of the array.

Once the crystals were installed, a milky white light appeared. Lin Xuan waved his sleeve, sending all the Iron Feather Flying Scorpion Knives into the center of the array.

Several spells were cast, enveloping the treasure in mysterious runes…

Lin Xuan began using this method to erase Li Kongsen’s marks on the treasure.

A day and a night quickly passed.

The light from the array gradually dimmed until it disappeared completely.

New Iron Feather Flying Scorpion Knives appeared before him.

Not only were the marks erased, but their shape had changed slightly. The new knives resembled willow leaves, extremely thin like cicada wings, and their color turned semi-transparent.

Lin Xuan’s eyes flashed with a hint of strangeness. Why did such changes occur just by erasing the marks?

He didn’t know. Using his divine sense and the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eye to check for any issues, he found nothing amiss, so he let it be.

In any case, these changes were beneficial; the semi-transparent form allowed for more unexpected attacks.

Lin Xuan raised both hands like a butterfly, casting numerous mystical seals in the air. After a brief flash, the Iron Feather Flying Scorpion Knives flew away.

By recognizing the treasure and imprinting his innate mark on it, Lin Xuan could now control it freely when fighting.

The process was smooth and didn’t require much time or effort.

After completing the marking, Lin Xuan stored the knife in his waist pouch.

"Phew."

Lin Xuan sighed with relief. The things he needed to handle were finally done; now, he should focus on cultivation.

Just as he thought this, a glimmer of divine light flashed through his mind. Wait, he seemed to have forgotten something.

Even though cultivators had the ability to remember everything they saw, if there were too many things, it was inevitable that they would be careless at times.

A wise man might make one mistake in a thousand considerations. This saying was ancient and well-known.

Lin Xuan reached his waist and slapped it; a palm-sized, black object flew before him.

This item came from the auction where the old monster had been. His infant fire hadn’t yet been refined, so if he guessed correctly, it should be a treasure.

Lin Xuan touched it with his hand; the material seemed to be animal skin, and there were tiny inscriptions on it. Lin Xuan delved into his divine sense…!~!

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