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第两千一百章 法阵峰长老

Unexpected advancement was successful, but the troubles that followed had Lin Xuan frowning. After a moment's thought, however, his expression relaxed.

"Good fortune or misfortune, it can't be avoided!"

Worrying here would serve no purpose; better to go out and see what could be done.

Harmony is always best; the least we should do is avoid conflict if possible. Of course, Lin Xuan wasn't a coward; he wouldn't shy away from action if forced.

With this in mind, Lin Xuan took a deep breath and rose to his feet.

Having just advanced, he hadn’t even stabilized his realm yet. But now was not the time for such considerations. Lin Xuan knew that if he didn't make an appearance soon, they would come barging in.

Once action is taken, things will become much more complicated.

Outside, several Core Formation Stage cultivators from Cloud Concealment Sect did not deploy any treasures but their wary expressions were clear to see. They had all witnessed the astonishing celestial phenomena just now and didn't underestimate the cultivator who advanced. The few old monsters looked like they were in a state of war readiness.

"Senior Brother Wu, should we charge in?"

The woman with an official-style attire combed her hair; her temperament was indeed as fiery as her appearance suggested.

"Not to worry, Sister Lin," said the elderly man dressed in Daoist robes. "A duck that's cooked won't fly away."

Before he could finish speaking, a faint green light flickered and a figure appeared in the扭曲 of the Spirit Clearing Mist Sea above.

The figure looked no more than twenty years old with an extremely ordinary appearance.

His gaze swept over Lin Xuan’s face; the Core Formation Stage old monsters widened their eyes. Although one can't judge a book by its cover, these old monsters were still disappointed that this person's appearance was far from what they expected. They had imagined someone much more domineering and powerful, but here he stood, utterly ordinary.

If not for his aura, Lin Xuan would indeed be a Core Formation中期 cultivator; the others almost thought they had made a mistake in identification.

The reaction of the other party caught Lin Xuan’s attention, causing him to frown. But soon after, his expression relaxed and regained its composure.

With a flicker of green light, Lin Xuan flew over.

The Core Formation Stage cultivators from Cloud Concealment Sect did not want to be outdone; they formed a line to meet him.

They stopped about thirty feet apart.

"Xianjun Lin, I've come to greet you. I borrowed your sect's spiritual land for cultivation and failed to inform you beforehand. If there are any offenses, please bear with me," Lin Xuan said with a smile as he bowed slightly.

This matter was indeed his fault; hence, he lowered his stance, adhering to the principle that one should not strike a smiling face.

The other party had come to seek retribution, and Lin Xuan's actions were unexpected. The Cloud Concealment Sect cultivators exchanged glances but soon heard an astonished voice.

"Hey, it’s you?"

"How could it be, Junior Disciple Jiang, do you know this person?" the Daoist-robed elder turned his head, his eyes flashing with curiosity as he spoke.

"I report to Senior Uncle that I have indeed met him. Three hundred years ago, there was an incident in the Waste Pill Room. I was ordered to manage and investigate the disciples there at the time; he was only a late-stage Foundation Establishment then. How..."

The speaker was a Separation-Union Stage cultivator from Golden Core Peak, his face pale with shock. It was hard to imagine that such a lowly disciple had now become someone worthy of respect.

"Three hundred years? It's impossible for one to advance from Foundation Establishment to Core Formation."

After hearing the words of the Jiang cultivator, the old monsters took a deep breath and immediately expressed their doubt. No matter how one advanced, it was impossible to do so at such an incredible speed; it was too absurd.

There must be a limit to everything; even if one treated pills like candy, it would never happen.

"Senior Brother Wu, what do you think?"

"He has been lurking in our sect with malicious intent. He deserves punishment."

"Agreed, we cannot let this person off the hook. We need to apprehend him and extract his soul for interrogation," said the old monsters, their faces turning grave as they reached a consensus.

Lin Xuan inwardly groaned; although he was clever and adaptable, he hadn’t anticipated things would escalate so much. With the other party’s aggressive stance surrounding him, what should he do?

"I have only been borrowing your land for cultivation over these hundreds of years. I've never done anything detrimental to Cloud Concealment Sect."

"Flattery won't work; we don't believe you," said a voice.

"How about it, Fellow Daoists? What do you think?"

Lin Xuan's expression turned cold. He didn’t want to fight but wouldn't be a sitting duck either.

"If you wish to engage in combat with me, so be it." A threatening voice echoed as the official-style woman raised a colorful ball.

Lin Xuan smiled; indeed, good intentions are often taken for weakness. His polite approach had been misinterpreted as cowardice.

If that was how they wanted it, he would leave Cloud Concealment Sect. There were many suitable spiritual lands in the cultivation world, and Lin Xuan didn't want to endure such humiliation.

After all, power mattered most in the cultivation realm.

He needed to show some prowess to intimidate these fellows; otherwise, he wouldn’t be leaving this place today.

With this thought, Lin Xuan's expression grew serious. The Cloud Concealment Sect old monsters did not stop the official-style woman from her actions.

Letting her test his limits was fine; knowing one’s enemy is key to victory. Although she didn't look like an ordinary cultivator, she had just advanced and hadn’t stabilized her realm yet. How formidable could she be?

"Do you wish to engage in combat with me?" Lin Xuan said coldly.

The official-style woman did not speak further but waved her hands like butterflies, casting spell after spell. The colorful ball before her spun, its light swirling as the scene around them changed dramatically.

Green trees and mountains vanished; instead, a barren plain appeared, and the surrounding elemental energy became extremely thin.

Lin Xuan’s pupils constricted: "Illusion!"

Not just an ordinary illusion but likely some form of array. But no other array disks or flags were deployed; could it be the ball's effect?

Lin Xuan was taken aback.

He had spent centuries in Cloud Concealment Sect, not oblivious to what was happening outside.

She was a senior from Array Peak, and as its name suggested, they excelled in array techniques. Some great cultivators of this lineage were said to have combined arrays with treasures, enhancing their effects synergistically.

He had only heard rumors before but now witnessed it firsthand; he needed to be cautious. Moreover, the Nine Palace Momentary Sword Array he was crafting involved combining arrays and treasures. He couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity.

Though temporarily trapped, Lin Xuan’s combat experience was vast. He didn't rush but extended his divine sense, aiming for no harm but ensuring nothing went wrong.

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