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第两千零二十一章 再遇故人

The demon wind surged, and a dark shadow of a demon appeared.

A Secret Art of Dharma Form!

Lin Xuan's knowledge was vast; he had faced high-rank ancient demons before. He immediately recognized what the other party was doing.

That dharma form was extremely peculiar—actually, it was a muscular demon arm that stretched over ten feet long.

Surprise flashed across Lin Xuan’s face as he confirmed to himself that this was indeed just an individual arm. Five fingers tightly clenched; a powerful punch descended on the sword light above his head!

Bang!

A thunderous explosion echoed in his ears, and the sword light was shattered. However, the dharma form’s demon arm wasn’t spared either; it dimmed noticeably.

"Good work. It seems that ancient demons are indeed much stronger than cultivators of the same rank due to their ferocity. This isn't just boasting."

Lin Xuan muttered these words into the air. He had killed countless cultivators at the late Separation stage, but few could withstand his attacks.

However, this ancient demon thought he could escape so easily? That was too naive.

A mocking expression flickered across Lin Xuan’s lips as he vanished in a flash of movement and reappeared three feet away from the ancient demon. Then, with one palm strike, he hit down.

The action resembled swatting a mosquito.

The face of the Iron Wings Demon showed surprise; his opponent's divine technique was too mysterious. But now, there was no way to escape. The sea surface began to churn into vortexes, and white ice blades and columns shot out from within.

Cries filled the air as these were merely low-rank ancient demons, none able to withstand Lin Xuan’s attacks for even a moment before falling.

In just an instant, over ten thousand ancient demons were exterminated. The demon aura was swept away, and the sky returned to its clear blue hue, though not quite as bright as a cloudless day.

Only seven women remained at the original location of the demon army—some in their late teens or early twenties, others in their thirties, all in the婴 stage.

Their faces were filled with relief after narrowly escaping death. However, more than anything else, they were incredulous. The ancient demons had been terrifying; these women knew this well. Thus, what just happened seemed like a dream to them.

Even the first expert of the Thousand Clouds and Twelve Continents hundreds of years ago hadn’t possessed such power.

Who could it be?

Doubt filled their minds, but one thing was certain: he was a human cultivator with no ill intentions toward them.

With this thought in mind, the women flew over to Lin Xuan hesitantly.

"Thank you for saving us. I am Elder Li Qingru of the Inner Hall of the Sky Sea Pavilion. Please accept my respects," said the woman at the forefront, who was around twenty-seven or eight years old and in the late婴 stage. She bowed gracefully, followed by the other women.

Li Qingru showed great respect, but deep down, she was surprised. This senior looked familiar, yet she couldn’t recall where she had seen him. As she pondered, a voice of joy rang out: "Senior, it’s you!"

Lin Xuan turned to see an excited young woman in her early twenties wearing a green silk dress. Her eyes were bright with joy as if she had found a long-lost family member.

Lin Xuan was taken aback. Li Qingru also expressed surprise: "Sister Li, do you know this senior?"

"Li?" Lin Xuan’s mind flashed back to the identity of this woman. She was named Li Zhilan; he had met her when he first arrived at the Sky Sea Pavilion, a mere灵动 cultivator then. He hadn’t expected that she would have advanced to the婴 stage.

"Originally, you have made significant progress in cultivation," Lin Xuan smiled.

"I, Zhilan, bow before my ancestor. If not for your great kindness back then, I wouldn’t be here today," the young woman’s face showed excitement as she bowed deeply instead of just slightly.

The conversation between them caused the other women to gape in shock.

Ancestor?

Did they hear wrong?

When had a male cultivator joined the Sky Sea Pavilion with such high seniority?

Wait!

That familiar face! Li Qingru suddenly realized something, her expression turning shocked as she also knelt and bowed deeply toward Lin Xuan.

"Senior, why are you bowing?" several women asked in surprise.

Lin Xuan smiled at the Li woman: "It seems Sister Zhilan already knows who I am."

"Sister Zhilan, please forgive my stupidity. I failed to recognize you just now. When I visited the Ancestor Shrine to burn incense, I saw your ancestor’s portrait," said Li Qingru, her face showing excitement despite bowing low.

Lin Xuan had joined the Sky Sea Pavilion when she was still in the early丹 stage; much had changed since then. She couldn’t recall him clearly due to the passage of time.

At the late Separation stage, his current abilities were even more advanced based on his earlier performance. Could he be at the late Separation stage or even beyond?

"Please rise," Lin Xuan said, and several women bowed deeply in excitement.

"Enough, no need for such formalities."

Lin Xuan suddenly turned his head, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Senior," the women’s faces showed tension before relaxing as they remembered his earlier display of power against the demon army.

Though they didn’t know his exact cultivation level, he had easily killed the ancient demon leader. What else could threaten him in this world?

A red light suddenly appeared on the horizon, and Lin Xuan frowned slightly. His eyes turned silver, and after a moment, he understood what was happening.

"Her—she actually came here personally," despite the distance, Lin Xuan’s divine eye allowed him to see Rong Ying’s puzzled expression in the light. The demon trap had been obvious; they had to save them when their weakness was hit. But now that they were close to Heavenly Mist Island, no demons appeared.

Not even a trace of demon aura could be found within a hundred miles.

Rong Ying’s face showed surprise. If it was a trap, its setup was too strange.

"Eh, who is that?"

Her divine sense and eyes couldn’t compare to Lin Xuan's, but as they drew closer, she finally spotted the cultivators ahead. The other women were unremarkable, but the man in the middle

Could it be

Senior Fellow?

Rong Ying’s face showed shock; she almost thought she had misjudged. However, she had seen Lin Xuan personally over four hundred years ago and remembered him vividly.

But what shocked her most was his cultivation level. She herself was at the peak of the late Separation stage, yet she couldn’t discern anything about Lin Xuan’s strength. How could this be?

After Lin Xuan and Sister Rouyan entered the Netherworld Gate, they had disappeared without a trace, leading everyone to believe they were dead. Now it seemed that wasn’t the case.

With these thoughts in mind, Rong Ying didn’t slow down her flight but quickly approached.

"Salutations, Senior Aunt!"

The other women were taken aback before bowing deeply.

"Rise," Rong Ying gestured with a hand and then fixed her gaze on Lin Xuan. "You, you are really Senior Fellow?"

Lin Xuan smiled as he looked at Li Qingru: "It seems Sister Zhilan already knows who I am."

"Sister Zhilan, please forgive my stupidity for not recognizing you just now. When I visited the Ancestor Shrine to burn incense, I saw your ancestor’s portrait," said Rong Ying, bowing deeply despite her surprise.

Lin Xuan's smile widened as he nodded.

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