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第一千九百七十二章 该高调时就高调

The yuan婴 was about an inch tall, and its facial features were eerily similar to those of the large man. However, its expression was extremely strange—more than just fear, there was a great deal of stupefaction. Clearly, it had no idea what had happened.

Wu Yong and the few women also stared in shock. This was too powerful; a high-ranking yuan婴 cultivator, right? In his hand, he looked like a scarecrow compared to the real thing. They didn't know either how things changed so quickly just now.

Lin Xuan chuckled lightly. He waved his sleeves, and a swirl of green light emerged, enveloping the other's yuan婴. Soon after, an agonized scream reached their ears—clearly, Lin Xuan was performing Soul Pinching Technique.

After a moment, Lin Xuan raised his head; his expression showed no emotion. This guy was just a yuan婴—too low in cultivation to understand anything important. He was just running errands.

However, the secret of the teleportation array still needed verification. Besides, they had already arrived here; giving up halfway would be a pity.

After some hesitation, Lin Xuan decided not to give up. With his current strength, he could easily go anywhere in the East Sea—what did he have to fear?

With his mind made up, Lin Xuan turned and addressed the young master: "The Nine Immortal Palace is now full of hidden dangers; it's no longer a safe place. Fellow Daoist, I suggest you reconsider your plans and don't go there."

"I understand," Wu Yong nodded, his face showing an unusual seriousness. He wasn't stupid; he knew that Lin Xuan was playing the part of the pig to catch the tiger. If this were just a mid-stage yuan婴 cultivator, how could he have killed the bald man with such ease?

"Are you still planning to visit the Nine Immortal Palace?"

"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded and then swept his gaze over the few women: "Do any of you know someone named Fairy Red Leaf?"

"Thank you for saving us." The women curtsied, and it was the one called 'Red Red' who spoke with a look of apology on her face. "We have never heard of such a person."

"Hmm."

Lin Xuan didn't show disappointment; he had just asked casually. As the fourth major force in the East Sea, the Nine Immortal Palace had tens of thousands of disciples, so it was unlikely that they would all know each other.

"Take care," Lin Xuan hesitated and then flipped his left hand, revealing a light ball in his palm.

Inside, green light flickered, indicating abundant qi.

Lin Xuan tossed this light ball to the older woman. She froze for a moment before instinctively catching it.

"Those who meet are destined to be together. This light ball is my gathering of power; it can release 108 palm strikes. Even if surrounded by many cultivators, you should be able to escape with its help." Lin Xuan's calm voice echoed in their ears. Before the words were finished, he was enveloped in a green glow and vanished.

Red Red finally realized what the light ball was; she was overjoyed despite her initial shock.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan had already disappeared several thousand miles away.

Thinking back on his journey, he couldn't help but feel amazed. First, the Holy City's ruler fell into an ancient demon's trap, and now the Nine Immortal Palace was full of hidden dangers.

Whether or not it had anything to do with the ancient demons, the East Sea had entered a period of unrest without him even realizing it.

The ghostly disturbances on the surface had dissipated, but greater dangers lay ahead.

All these signs strengthened Lin Xuan's resolve to leave. Not only was the East Sea's spiritual resources no longer suitable for cultivation, he didn't plan to stay even if they were abundant.

He must confirm the ancient teleportation array first.

With this in mind, Lin Xuan accelerated his speed.

In just a few miles, a magnificent building appeared before his eyes.

The most prominent feature was a mountain gate-like entrance. Though not towering into the clouds, it was elegant and majestic.

Outside the gate, people were gathered, numbering in the tens of thousands—these were cultivators who had originally planned to pass their exams and join the Nine Immortal Palace as apprentices.

These were skilled practitioners; over 70% were above the condensation core stage. Some even reached yuan婴 or separation stages.

Lin Xuan's arrival wasn't initially noticed, but after learning of the Nine Immortal Palace's hidden dangers, hiding his qi was no longer beneficial.

While he adhered to a low profile, he wouldn't hesitate to be more conspicuous when necessary.

A terrifying spiritual pressure descended from the sky.

Boom!

Most of the tens of thousands of cultivators fell to their knees.

The feeling was indescribable. The East Sea was vast, and there were only a few daoxuan cultivators—none in attendance had ever seen one at this level. Chaos ensued as various whispers filled the air.

Many people struggled to lift their heads and look towards the source of the spiritual pressure.

"Could it be... could it be that the palace master is here?"

"Nonsense, the palace master never appears during recruitment; plus, the spiritual pressure comes from outside—how can it be the palace master?" another voice countered.

Regardless of what they speculated, the arrival of a daoxuan-level old monster was beyond doubt. Soon, the clamor died down as respect replaced their doubts.

Many clever individuals bowed respectfully towards the source of the spiritual pressure.

Two streaks of lightning then appeared before Lin Xuan's eyes, and the light faded to reveal two cultivators—a separation stage at the front and a late yuan婴 behind him—both around thirty years old.

Their gazes swept over Lin Xuan with utmost respect. The man bowed as he spoke: "Greetings, esteemed senior. I am an inner palace resident and executor of duties here. May I ask your name? Why have you come to this place?"

His face showed nervousness; even a separation stage had never seen a daoxuan-level cultivator.

"I came to visit a friend," Lin Xuan's calm voice echoed, and the other became even more respectful. Few in their Nine Immortal Palace could interact on equal terms with daoxuan-level cultivators—anyone was a powerful figure within the palace. With this thought, he added a touch of flattery: "May I ask who your friend is? I can relay your message."

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