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第二百一十章 独目老者

Taking out his storage bracelet, Lin Xuan meticulously searched through the zombie den. Once he was sure nothing had been overlooked, he departed using a light projection from the Yin Corpse Valley.

As for those unfortunate Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, they would merely suffer from excessive loss of essence and qi, and regain consciousness after several hours. There was no need to worry about them personally.

This outcome suited Lin Xuan best. Wu Yun'er was just one individual; who knew if there were any other high-ranking figures like her?

Initially, he had been somewhat careless in his planning. Even if they perished at the hands of zombies, their respective sects still had reasons to vent their anger on him.

This was something Lin Xuan did not wish to see happen. Now that these individuals were still alive, even with a drop in cultivation, it would be none of his concern.

With this thought, half an hour later, Lin Xuan returned to Spirit Medicine Mountain.

Noticing nothing during his departure, he had used his divine sense to scan the area near the entrance when approaching the mountain gate. Indeed, apart from a few faint traces of qi, no other cultivators remained in the vicinity. It seemed that both the Daoist and Evil sects had indeed evacuated; the remaining small fry were likely scattered individual practitioners.

Lin Xuan did not care about these people. Apart from the three major factions and the Extreme Demon Sovereign's subordinates, any attempt by other sects to attack Spirit Medicine Mountain would be futile—like throwing a stone at a wall.

With this danger removed, he could now focus on his cultivation without worry. Lin Xuan returned to his cave dwelling, set up an Extremely Yin Evil Spirit Array around it, and then retrieved the Hundred Soul Banner and Jade Cylinder Scroll before beginning his practice of Devilish Corpse Technique...

Little did Lin Xuan know that as he diligently practiced, in a secret cave behind Spirit Medicine Mountain.

"Uncle Senior!"

A white-haired old man stood respectfully before him. Wearing a moon-white Daoist robe, he exuded an air of divine grace and was none other than the current master of Spirit Medicine Mountain, True Feather Immortal.

This venerable figure had gained fame over a century ago, not through his cultivation but through alchemy. Although he could not compare to the founding master, Heavenly Dust Immortal, he had reached a level where he could successfully condense even mid-grade pills with a fifty percent chance.

Compared to the arduous task of alchemy, this was an extraordinary achievement.

As for his cultivation, as head of a sect, it was almost pitiful. He was at the late Foundation Establishment stage and couldn't even match some minor family heads.

Of course, all that was just on the surface.

The waters of Spirit Medicine Mountain were deep; how could True Feather Immortal be so inept?

In reality, this old man was a prodigy with profound alchemical skills and had reached the Golden Core realm in his later years.

Why did others not notice him?

Because he concealed himself extremely well. He certainly wouldn't use the strangecultivation technique for gathering qi from Nine Heavens Profound Technique, but True Feather Immortal could easily concoct elixirs like Hidden Spirit Pills, which were beyond Lin Xuan's abilities as a novice.

Although he lacked the ability to purify Upper-grade Red Silk Grass with his unique starry sea powers, his alchemical expertise allowed him to find suitable substitutes effortlessly.

Hidden Spirit Pills weren't particularly advanced; their preparation was extremely simple.

But now, there was no need for concealment. The spiritual fluctuations emanating from the one-eyed old man were terrifying.

An Incubus!

And not just at an early stage but at a mid-stage like the Extreme Demon Sovereign.

It must be remembered that cultivation became increasingly difficult as one advanced. Particularly after forming an incubus, the growth of power was unimaginably slow.

Throughout history, many prodigies could only stagnate at the early Incubus stage for their entire lives. Advancing to a mid-stage required not just talent but various coincidences and hardships, which were best left unspoken to outsiders.

Such fortunate individuals were few and far between.

Moreover, the strength of an Incubus at the mid-stage was significantly higher than that of an early-stage one, explaining why even the three major factions feared the Extreme Demon Sovereign alone.

With the vast resources of the three major factions, they only had early-stage Incubus elders. They never expected Spirit Medicine Mountain to have such a formidable individual hidden among its unknown experts.

The old man slowly opened his single eye, which was exceptionally bright despite being one-eyed. He looked at True Feather Immortal and asked, "Did everyone retreat?"

"Yes, Uncle Senior!" True Feather Immortal lowered his head respectfully. "Upon learning that our sect does not have Heavenly Dust Pills, the Daoist and Evil factions naturally had no reason to remain here. They also did not wish to offend us."

"Hmm, you've done well with this matter," the one-eyed old man said, changing the subject. "But I heard that you deliberately leaked the news through a few traitors?"

"Yes, Uncle Senior." True Feather Immortal revealed a cunning expression on his face. "Our sect is renowned for alchemy and has opened its doors to various practitioners who wish us to refine their pills. However, major factions of both Daoist and Evil sects have never ceased trying to recruit our alchemists..."

"Hmph, that's not surprising; after all, resources and techniques are best kept in one's own hands," the one-eyed old man grunted, showing no concern.

"Although most disciples were not tempted, there were still some less steadfast individuals who betrayed us under the promise of substantial benefits." True Feather Immortal had a deep-seated cunning, even his expression remained calm when discussing this part.

"Hmm." The old man nodded. "Continue..."

"I noticed their betrayal but did not want to alert them prematurely. Moreover, their alchemical skills were quite limited; even if they betrayed us, the loss to Spirit Medicine Mountain would be minimal."

"But I heard you promoted those traitors; why?" A trace of doubt flashed across the old man's face.

"Uncle Senior is perceptive; my loyalty to our sect is unwavering. This promotion had another purpose," Lin Xuan said.

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