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第两千一百二十章 印魂球与传信香

Lin Xuan knew the old demon's arrangements for a day, but with his rich experience, he certainly wouldn't naively think that this matter would end so easily.

The other party was overjoyed to get two black jade stones; naturally, they wouldn’t let an excellent cauldron furnace pass.

Five million zhongtou crystal stones might be a considerable sum for a daoist of the Cave Profound stage, but the old demon was a spirit-splitting cultivator and one of the two senior elders of the Heavenly Corpse Sect.

His status and strength were evident, so while these few thousand crystal stones weren’t trivial, they also weren't something to boast about.

The other party actually abandoned bidding, which seemed very strange.

Without knowing their specific plans, this matter would definitely not be considered finished.

Lin Xuan was well aware of this point in his heart.

Although he was currently in the midst of a dragon den and tiger lair, it was actually safer because with so many people around, even if that old demon hated him to death, he wouldn’t risk damaging the reputation of the Ten Thousand Treasures Conference over such a trivial matter.

That would be too costly; the other party definitely wouldn't do such foolish things.

Over these two days, Lin Xuan lived leisurely. On the surface, there was no sign of anything out of the ordinary. However, after that scene at the Ten Thousand Treasures Conference, he had become somewhat famous among the outsiders.

Wherever he went, people would point and talk about him, but Lin Xuan didn't care; the more so, the safer he felt.

The two days passed quickly, and finally, the Ten Thousand Treasures Conference reached its conclusion.

Just as the sun was rising, cultivators began to leave one by one. Within an hour, a little over half of them had gone.

And the Heavenly Corpse Sect warmly saw off their guests, even dispatching specialists who used flying devices to escort the outsiders out of the Corpse Qi Swamp.

After observing for a while, Lin Xuan stepped forward and approached a flying device.

Though it was called a device, its shape resembled a large bone boat with a diameter of about seven zhang. It was spacious enough that even dozens of cultivators could board without feeling cramped.

The one operating the device was an ordinary-looking disciple from the Heavenly Corpse Sect. He appeared to be in his thirties and had only reached the Condensation Core stage.

While his cultivation level was low, he merely handled welcoming and seeing off guests, so a Condensation Core cultivator was sufficient for such work.

Lin Xuan stepped onto the device with a single step. Several cultivators were already inside; upon his arrival, most turned to look at him, but Lin Xuan ignored them and found a seat.

The disciple responsible for seeing off the guests didn't show any unusual reaction when he saw Lin Xuan's face. However, as soon as he turned around, a look of joy appeared on his face. He discreetly broke a bead in his sleeve, releasing a white mist that quickly dissipated into the air without any obvious signs.

After waiting for a moment, several more cultivators boarded. Then, with a single gesture from the Condensation Core disciple, a pale blue light flashed, and the bone boat sped forward at high speed.

However, no one knew that this incantation not only activated the spirit boat but also mixed with the white mist in the air, forming an extremely covert seal that quietly entered Lin Xuan's shoes.

Lin Xuan didn't know about it; after all, he wasn’t omniscient.

He probably wouldn’t believe that one day he would be marked by a mere Condensation Core cultivator and have a tracking mark imprinted on his body.

The bone boat moved swiftly. In less than half an hour, they left the Corpse Qi Swamp. The other cultivators either traveled in small groups or alone as they departed.

Lin Xuan did the same; he identified a direction and transformed into a streak of light that vanished into the distance.

Seeing him disappear, the Condensation Core disciple suddenly raised his hand and produced a joss stick from his palm. He lit it gently with a flick of his fingers.

After just a few breaths, mist swirled, and three cultivators appeared in sight.

Two men and one woman, all at the Cave Profound stage—exactly the three disciples sent by the old demon to hunt down Lin Xuan.

"Salute Master Ancestor," the Condensation Core disciple hurriedly knelt, his face full of excitement. With his cultivation level, even a Cave Profound elder was rare to see, let alone the realm-splitting existence within the sect.

"Did you light the message stick because you found that Lin's guy?" the stern-faced cultivator coldly asked.

"Yes, Master Ancestor, I did find him and used the tracking soul ball you provided to mark him," the disciple replied respectfully.

"Oh?"

The stern-faced cultivator’s expression softened. He then took out a round device from his chest.

With a single incantation, a blue light point appeared on it, gradually moving away.

"Good work; the tracking soul ball has indeed worked. It seems that Master's decision to give each seeing-off disciple one was correct. However, we still need to confirm if the tracker is really Lin," the Condensation Core cultivator said solemnly.

"I dare not deceive you, Master Ancestor," the disciple’s face changed dramatically.

"Now, no need for oaths or vows; if the tracker is right, great merit will be recorded, and you won’t lack your share of rewards."

"Thank you, Master Ancestor."

The stern-faced cultivator stopped there without continuing. He then glanced at his two fellow disciples before following the device's direction.

Lin Xuan was unaware of all this, but he remained cautious. Knowing that the old demon wouldn't easily give up, Lin Xuan didn’t hesitate; as soon as they left the Corpse Qi Swamp, he transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the distance at full speed.

He didn't stop for even a moment, continuously using the Illusory Shadow遁 technique.

Instantly, a thousand miles!

After several shifts in location, Lin Xuan reappeared in mid-air. He was now about five or six ten-thousand li away from the Heavenly Corpse Sect’s main base. Although he hadn’t escaped their territory yet, flying to such a distance so quickly made it difficult for them to track him down.

At least, they should have completely disrupted his original plans. Even if he had any schemes, they wouldn't work now.

But this was just temporary safety. Lin Xuan patted his waist and took out an jade bottle. He uncorked it, and the fragrance spread around as he dripped several drops of ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk into his mouth.

The spent energy quickly replenished itself.

However, a look of concern appeared on Lin Xuan's face; with his growing cultivation level, each drop of ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk was becoming less effective. If he continued to drink in this manner, the treasures in his possession wouldn’t last long.

Postscript: It’s the third day of the Lunar New Year, and my baby is still sick, making me feel anxious. This year has been tough; the weather is cold, so I hope you can give me some warmth by voting with monthly tickets to comfort my heart.

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