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It seemed like a dream, the situation had reversed in an instant. The heavens were kind to Lin Xuan; Little Furball actually possessed such formidable strength…
fú xī huò suǒ yī ， zhè yàng de biàn huà què shì lián lín xuān yě shǐ liào wèi jí ， bù guò tā de xīn zhōng ， zì rán shì jí wéi huān xǐ 。
福兮祸所依，这样的变化却是连林轩也始料未及，不过他的心中，自然是极为欢喜。
Although the phoenix before him was still far from matching the true spirit凤凰, it already exuded the aura of a king among birds.
shàng tiān dài zì jǐ hái zhēn shì bù báo ， xiǎo máo qiú jū rán yǒu rú cǐ shí lì ……
上天待自己还真是不薄，小毛球居然有如此实力……
A moment later, the situation became even clearer. The soul of Thunder Eagle had been tightly bound by chains of burning links, unable to move at all.
suī rán yǎn qián de fèng huáng hái wú fǎ yǔ zhēn zhèng de zhēn líng xiāng bǐ ， dàn yǐ jīng yǒu le jǐ fēn bǎi niǎo zhī wáng de wēi yí 。
虽然眼前的凤凰还无法与真正的真灵相比，但已经有了几分百鸟之王的威仪。
The sharp cries of the bird filled his ears. Naturally, Thunder Eagle did not wish to submit, but no matter how hard it tried, it was ineffective.
yòu guò piàn kè ， xíng shì yuè fā de míng lǎng le ， léi péng zhī hún yǐ bèi yī tiáo tiáo rán mǎo shāo de suǒ liàn jǐn jǐn kǔn zhù ， wǔ huā dà bǎng ， sī háo dòng tán bù dé 。
又过片刻，形势越发的明朗了，雷鹏之魂已被一条条燃冇烧的锁链紧紧捆住，五花大绑，丝毫动弹不得。
At this stage of the battle, there were no more悬念s; the outcome was already clear.
jiān ruì de niǎo míng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， léi péng zì rán bù yuàn shù shǒu jiù fù ， rán ér rèn píng tā shǐ jǐn hún shēn xiè shù ， dōu méi yǒu xiào guǒ 。
尖锐的鸟鸣传入耳朵，雷鹏自然不愿束手就缚，然而任凭它使尽浑身解数，都没有效果。
Little Furball was too strong!
dòu fǎ dào zhè yī bù ， kě yǐ shuō sī háo xuán niàn yě wú ， yǐ rán fēn chū le shèng fù 。
斗法到这一步，可以说丝毫悬念也无，已然分出了胜负。
Lin Xuan continued to watch indifferently without doing anything.
xiǎo máo qiú tài qiáng le ！
小毛球太强了！
A phoenix cry echoed through the sky. The phoenix, a foot in length, circled slightly before its wings spread wide, emitting dazzling light. A large red glow emerged and rolled forward.
lín xuān shén me yě bù zuò ， jì xù lěng yǎn páng guān zhe 。
林轩什么也不做，继续冷眼旁观着。
Poor Thunder Eagle's soul had been trapped; it was like a tiger caught in a trap, unable to move at all. It could only submit as the beautiful light enveloped it.
fèng míng jiǔ tiān ， zhǐ jiàn nà chǐ xǔ zhǎng de fèng huáng lüè yī pán xuán ， liǎng zhǐ chì bǎng yī shàn ， líng guāng yào yǎn ， yī dà piàn huǒ hóng sè de guāng xiá suí zhī fú xiàn ， cháo zhe qián fāng yī juàn 。
凤鸣九天，只见那尺许长的凤凰略一盘旋，两只翅膀一扇，灵光耀眼，一大片火红色的光霞随之浮现，朝着前方一卷。
Then an incredible scene unfolded.
kě lián léi péng zhī hún yǐ bèi jìn gù ， cǐ shí cǐ kè ， gēn běn jiù shì là le nán de lǎo hǔ ， sī háo dòng tán bù dé ， zhǐ yǒu nì lái shùn shòu yī tú ， bèi nà piàn měi lì de guāng xiá bāo guǒ 。
可怜雷鹏之魂已被禁锢，此时此刻，根本就是落了难的老虎，丝毫动弹不得，只有逆来顺受一途，被那片美丽的光霞包裹。
Although the light was bright, it remained semi-transparent, allowing one to clearly see Thunder Eagle inside. Its size rapidly diminished before his eyes, from nearly a hundred feet wide to just an inch long. Despite its smaller form, the pressure it emitted was no less formidable.
suí hòu ， fā shēng le bù kě sī yì de yí mù 。
随后，发生了不可思议的一幕。
It struggled left and right within the light, trying to escape, but in vain. The light seemed thin but was as solid as copper walls, firmly binding it.
nà guāng xiá suī rán yào mù ， dàn què shì bàn tòu míng de ， gù ér lǐ miàn léi péng de jǐng xiàng yī jiù kě yǐ kàn de qīng qīng chǔ chǔ ， zhǐ jiàn tā yǐ ròu yǎn kě jiàn de sù dù ， xùn sù suō xiǎo le 。
那光霞虽然耀目，但却是半透明的，故而里面雷鹏的景象依旧可以看得清清楚楚，只见它以肉眼可见的速度，迅速缩小了。
The phoenix stopped moving. Its wings spread out like a whale sucking water, effortlessly drawing the light and Thunder Eagle's soul into its belly.
míng míng shì yì zhǎn jìn bǎi zhàng de páng rán dà wù ， bù guò jǐ xī de gōng fu ， jiù huà wèi le cùn xǔ zhǎng de mí nǐ léi péng ， rán ér shēn xíng suī rán xiǎo le ， sàn fà chū lái de wēi yā què shì bàn diǎn bù ruò 。
明明是翼展近百丈的庞然大物，不过几息的功夫，就化为了寸许长的迷你雷鹏，然而身形虽然小了，散发出来的威压却是半点不弱。
Lin Xuan was dumbfounded. Then Little Furball’s body suddenly lit up with a "pop" sound. The phoenix vanished, replaced by Little Furball reappearing in his sight.
zài guāng xiá nèi zuǒ chōng yòu tū ， xiǎng yào táo chū láo lóng ， rán ér méi yǒu yòng ， nà guāng xiá kàn shì hěn báo ， què rú tóng qiáng tiě bì yì bān ， jiāng tā láo láo jìn gù 。
在光霞内左冲右突，想要逃出牢笼，然而没有用，那光霞看似很薄，却如铜墙铁壁一般，将它牢牢禁锢。
Little Furball even burped contentedly.
suí hòu fèng huáng tíng le xià lái 。
随后凤凰停了下来。
The taste of Thunder Eagle's soul was too exquisite to describe.
liǎng zhǐ chì bǎng yī zhǎn ， niǎo zhāng zhāng kāi ， rú zhǎng jīng xī shuǐ yì bān ， jiāng nà guāng xiá lián tóng léi péng de hún pò ， háo bú kè qì de gěi xī jìn le dǔ zi lǐ miàn 。
两只翅膀一展，鸟张张开，如长鲸吸水一般，将那光霞连同雷鹏的魂魄，毫不客气的给吸进了肚子里面。
Meanwhile, the phoenix's illusory form also appeared but quickly flew towards Lin Xuan and disappeared into his head.
lín xuān kàn dé chēng mù jié shé ， suí hòu nà xiǎo fèng huáng de shēn tǐ ， què zhòu rán liàng le qǐ lái ,“ bō ” de yī shēng chuán rù ěr duǒ ， fèng huáng xiāo shī le ， qǔ ér dài zhī de shì xiǎo máo qiú chóng xīn yìng rù yǎn lián 。
林轩看得瞠目结舌，随后那小凤凰的身体，却骤然亮了起来,“啵”的一声传入耳朵，凤凰消失了，取而代之的是小毛球重新映入眼帘。
Just as the fire domain vanished, Lin Xuan almost thought everything he had seen was an illusion. The traces of battle on the ground confirmed that it wasn't all in his mind.
xiǎo jiā huo hái dǎ le gè bǎo gé ， yī liǎn de mǎn zú zhī sè 。
小家伙还打了个饱嗝，一脸的满足之色。
He scanned Little Furball with his eyes. Consuming the strongest demon soul, being able to mimic a true spirit phoenix’s secret technique—it seemed this little guy was far more mysterious than Lin Xuan imagined. But what kind of connection did he have with the True Spirit Form of Nine Heavens Divine Net?
léi péng zhī hún de wèi dào shí zài shì tài měi miào le ， nán yǐ yòng yán yǔ miáo shù 。
雷鹏之魂的味道实在是太美妙了，难以用言语描述。
Lin Xuan didn’t know and had no time to ponder it now. The most amusing thing for him was that Little Furball, after returning to his palm, fell asleep soundly.
ér chú le xiǎo máo qiú ， fèng huáng fǎ xiàng yě fú xiàn ér chū ， rán ér lüè yī zhuǎn zhé ， què xiàng lín xuān fēi le guò lái ， yī shǎn ， mò rù tā de tóu lú bú jiàn 。
而除了小毛球，凤凰法相也浮现而出，然而略一转折，却像林轩飞了过来，一闪，没入他的头颅不见。
Lin Xuan couldn't help but laugh as he shook the little guy, who showed no intention of waking up, snoring loudly while blowing bubbles.
gāng gāng nà huǒ zhī lǐng yù zì rán yě huà wèi le xū wú ， rú guǒ bú shì qiáng dà de dí rén yǐ jīng xiāo shī ， dì shàng què cán liú zhe dǎ dòu de hén jì ， lín xuān jī hū yǐ wéi ， suǒ yǒu de yī qiè ， dōu shì zì jǐ de huàn jué 。
刚刚那火之领域自然也化为了虚无，如果不是强大的敌人已经消失，地上却残留着打斗的痕迹，林轩几乎以为，所有的一切，都是自己的幻觉。
"Alright, regardless, I owe this little guy my life. Since it’s tired, let it have a good sleep."
mù guāng zài xiǎo máo qiú de shēn shàng sǎo guò ， tūn shí zuì qiáng dà de yāo hún ， néng gòu mó fǎng zhēn líng fèng huáng de mì shù ， kàn lái zhè xiǎo jiā huo ， yuǎn bǐ zì jǐ xiǎng xiàng de yào shén mì dé duō ， rán ér néng gòu yǔ jiǔ tiān shén luó xiāng biàn huà chū lái de zhēn líng fǎ xiàng róng hé ， zhè jiā huo yǔ mò yuè zú ， mò yuè tiān wū jué zhī jiān ， jiū jìng yòu yǒu shén me lián xì ne ？
目光在小毛球的身上扫过，吞食最强大的妖魂，能够模仿真灵凤凰的秘术，看来这小家伙，远比自己想象的要神秘得多，然而能够与九天神罗相变化出来的真灵法相融合，这家伙与墨月族，墨月天巫诀之间，究竟又有什么联系呢？
Lin Xuan shook his head with a look of indulgence on his face. Even without considering the help Little Furball had brought him, he found the little guy adorable.
lín xuān bù xiǎo de ， xiàn zài yě méi yǒu shí jiān gěi tā qù tàn jiū ， zuì ràng tā kū xiào bù dé shì xiǎo máo qiú ， zhè xiǎo jiā huo huí dào le tā de shǒu zhǎng zhī zhōng ， fān shēn jiù dào ， rán ér hū lū hū lū de shuì qǐ le dà jué 。
林轩不晓得，现在也没有时间给他去探究，最让他哭笑不得是小毛球，这小家伙回到了他的手掌之中，翻身就倒，然而呼噜呼噜的睡起了大觉。
With a flip of his hand, Lin Xuan sent Little Furball back into the Ten Thousand Souls Tower. He then swept his sleeve and stored his treasures away.
lín xuān wú yǔ ， yáo le yáo ， xiǎo jiā huo sī háo méi yǒu xǐng de yì tú ， mǎo ér qiě hái yī biān dǎ hān ， yī biān chuī qǐ le pào pào 。
林轩无语，摇了摇，小家伙丝毫没有醒的意图，冇而且还一边打鼾，一边吹起了泡泡。
His gaze fell upon the remains of Thunder Eagle. Apart from its bones, other parts of the phoenix were also rare treasures. With the soul already subdued, Lin Xuan had no qualms about taking them all. His belt pouch was spacious enough to hold everything.
“ suàn le ， bù guǎn rú hé ， shuō tā duì zì jǐ yǒu jiù mìng zhī ēn yě bù wèi guò ， xiǎo jiā huo jì rán lèi ， nà jiù rú tā suǒ yuàn ， ràng tā xiāng xiāng de shuì gè hǎo jué 。”
“算了，不管如何，说它对自己有救命之恩也不为过，小家伙既然累，那就如它所愿，让它香香的睡个好觉。”
Better to err on the side of caution; even if these items weren’t useful to him, he could always exchange or auction them later.
lín xuān yáo le yáo tóu ， liǎn shàng lù chū chǒng nì zhī sè ， pāo kāi xiǎo máo qiú wèi zì jǐ dài lái de bāng zhù zàn qiě bù tí ， zhè xiǎo jiā huo běn shēn ， nà yě shì fēi cháng kě ài dì 。
林轩摇了摇头，脸上露出宠溺之色，抛开小毛球为自己带来的帮助暂且不提，这小家伙本身，那也是非常可爱地。
"Phew!"
lín xuān shǒu zhǎng yī fān ， jiāng tā sòng huí dào le wàn hún tǎ lǐ miàn ， suí hòu yòu xiù páo yī fú ， shōu le zì jǐ suǒ jì chū lái de bǎo wù 。
林轩手掌一翻，将它送回到了万魂塔里面，随后又袖袍一拂，收了自己所祭出来的宝物。
Lin Xuan sighed in relief. This trip to Drifting Cloud Valley wasn't a waste after all. Although he didn't find any treasures left by the Three-Eyed Saint Ancestor, having Thunder Eagle's bones was enough to make it worthwhile.
rán hòu tā de mù guāng ， jiù miáo xiàng le dì shàng de léi péng líng gǔ 。
然后他的目光，就瞄向了地上的雷鹏灵骨。
With the strong enemy eliminated, Lin Xuan’s face showed an unusual sense of relief.
qí shí chú le líng gǔ ， léi péng de qí tā bù fèn ， yě shì kě yù ér bù kě qiú de bǎo wù ， xiàn zài shǒu hù tā de léi péng zhī hún yǐ chū ， lín xuān dāng rán bú huì zài kè qì shén me ， fǎn zhèng zì jǐ yāo jiān de xū yú dài kōng jiān gòu zú ， lín xuān jiāng tā men quán bù zhuāng jìn qù le 。
其实除了灵骨，雷鹏的其他部分，也是可遇而不可求的宝物，现在守护它的雷鹏之魂已初，林轩当然不会再客气什么，反正自己腰间的须臾袋空间够足，林轩将它们全部装进去了。
But just as this thought crossed his mind, something flashed in his mind. He had almost overlooked a matter he had considered earlier.
níng shā cuò ， wù fàng guò ， zhì yú chú le líng gǔ wài qí tā bù fèn de yòng tú ， yǐ hòu zài màn màn yán jiū hǎo le ， tuì yī wàn bù shuō ， jí biàn duì zì jǐ méi yǒu yòng chǔ ， yě kě yǐ ná qù jiāo huàn huò zhě pāi mài de 。
宁杀错，勿放过，至于除了灵骨外其他部分的用途，以后再慢慢研究好了，退一万步说，即便对自己没有用处，也可以拿去交换或者拍卖的。
He had pondered over this question before.
“ hū ！”
“呼！”
It was said that Thunder Eagle's strength far surpassed what he had seen during its lifetime; its powers were nearly on par with half a true spirit凤凰.
lín xuān sōng le kǒu qì ， zhè cì bīng yán gǔ zhī lǚ ， zǒng suàn méi yǒu kòng shǒu ér huí ， suī rán méi yǒu xún mì dào sān yǎn shèng zǔ suǒ cáng liú de bǎo wù ， bù guò yǒu zhè léi péng yí gǔ ， yě suàn shì bù xū cǐ xíng le 。
林轩松了口气，这次冰炎谷之旅，总算没有空手而回，虽然没有寻觅到三眼圣祖所藏留的宝物，不过有这雷鹏遗骨，也算是不虚此行了。
While this was just a legend, Lin Xuan speculated it might be possible. The Thunder Eagles were powerful creatures to begin with. Drifting Cloud Valley’s unique environment had caused this particular Thunder Eagle to undergo an anomaly, making it even stronger.
qiáng dí yǐ chú ， lín xuān liǎn shàng lù chū nán dé de qīng sōng zhī sè 。
强敌已除，林轩脸上露出难得的轻松之色。
However, perhaps the heavens were against it; if this Thunder Eagle continued its cultivation for tens or millions of years, it could have become a true spirit. But for some reason, it clashed with an ancient demon saint and was killed here.
bù guò zhè ge niàn tou gāng gāng zhuǎn guò ， fǎng fú líng guāng yī xiàn ， lìng wài yí gè chà diǎn bèi tā hū shì de shì qíng tū rán xiǎng qǐ lái le 。
不过这个念头刚刚转过，仿佛灵光一现，另外一个差点被他忽视的事情突然想起来了。
Who that ancient demon saint was, no one knew. According to Lin Xuan’s speculation, Thunder Eagle had died, but the saint likely suffered severe injuries too, ending up in mutual destruction.
nà ge wèn tí zì jǐ gāng gāng jiù sī liáng guò 。
那个问题自己刚刚就思量过。
Lin Xuan had his reasons for thinking this way. After all, Thunder Eagle's remains were fresh and valuable; even a late-stage cultivator could find great use for them. There was no reason to discard them like trash here.
jù shuō ， cǐ léi péng shēng qián de shí lì ， bǐ zì jǐ suǒ jiàn hái yào qiáng dà dé duō ， yī shēn shén tōng ， jī hū yǔ bàn gè zhēn líng xiāng chà fǎng fú 。
据说，此雷鹏生前的实力，比自己所见还要强大得多，一身神通，几乎与半个真灵相差仿佛。
The only logical explanation was that the ancient demon saint also suffered severe injuries and wouldn’t bother counting or harvesting war spoils.
zhè suī rán shì chuán shuō ， rán ér jù lín xuān tuī cè ， què shì dà yǒu kě néng de ， léi péng yī zú ， běn lái jiù shì fēi cháng qiáng dà de shēng wù ， bīng yán gǔ huán jìng tè shū ， ràng zhè zhǐ léi péng fā shēng le yì biàn ， zì rán jiù gèng qiáng dà le 。
这虽然是传说，然而据林轩推测，却是大有可能的，雷鹏一族，本来就是非常强大的生物，冰炎谷环境特殊，让这只雷鹏发生了异变，自然就更强大了。
Where would his corpse be? Who was this ancient demon saint? Lin Xuan didn't care, but thinking about the treasure in his belt pouch made him feel hot inside. It was a treasure from a late-stage cultivator.
rán ér huò xǔ shì tiān dù ， cǐ léi péng ruò jì xù xiū liàn xià qù ， jǐ shí shàng bǎi wàn nián hòu huà shēn zhēn líng yě bú shì bù kě néng dì ， rán ér bù zhī wèi hé ， tā què yǔ yī gǔ mó shèng zǔ dà dǎ chū shǒu ， bèi zhǎn shā yú cǐ chù 。
然而或许是天妒，此雷鹏若继续修炼下去，几十上百万年后化身真灵也不是不可能地，然而不知为何，它却与一古魔圣祖大打出手，被斩杀于此处。
Once upon a time, Lin Xuan felt very wealthy compared to his peers; being described as rich beyond imagination wasn’t an exaggeration.
zhì yú nà gǔ mó shèng zǔ shì nǎ wèi dà néng ， jiù shuí yě bù xiǎo de ， bù guò jù lín xuān tuī cè ， léi péng shì si le ， bù guò nà wèi shèng zǔ yě wèi bì hǎo guò ， shí yǒu ** yě zhòng shāng yǔn luò ， zuì hòu de jié guǒ gēn běn jiù shì tóng guī yú jìn lái zhe 。
至于那古魔圣祖是哪位大能，就谁也不晓得，不过据林轩推测，雷鹏是si了，不过那位圣祖也未必好过，十有**也重伤陨落，最后的结果根本就是同归于尽来着。
But was it really so?
lín xuān zhè yàng xiǎng ， zì rán shì yǒu tā de lǐ yóu ， yào zhī dào léi péng gāng bèi miè chú ， pí máo gǔ gé ， dōu shì xīn xiān de ， jià zhí zhī dà ， yuǎn shèng rú jīn de yí gǔ ， jiù suàn shì dù jié qī lǎo guài wù ， yě yǒu dà yòng ， méi dào lǐ qì zhī rú cǎo jiè bān de rēng zài zhè lǐ 。
林轩这样想，自然是有他的理由，要知道雷鹏刚被灭除，皮毛骨骼，都是新鲜的，价值之大，远胜如今的遗骨，就算是渡劫期老怪物，也有大用，没道理弃之如草芥般的扔在这里。
Perhaps not before encountering Dragon Master Nai. Since then, he realized how narrow-minded and wrong his previous perception had been. Compared to late-stage cultivators, he was just a poor man.
wéi yī jiě shì dé tōng de lǐ yóu ， jiù shì nà wèi gǔ mó shèng zǔ ， zì jǐ tóng yàng zhòng shāng yǔn luò ， yí gè si rén ， dāng rán bú huì lái qīng diǎn shōu gē zhàn lì pǐn de 。
唯一解释得通的理由，就是那位古魔圣祖，自己同样重伤陨落，一个si人，当然不会来清点收割战利品的。
Using the spirit wood for painting, something he never would have thought of before, was now a reality.
nà jiā huo ruò shì yǔn luò ， yí hái huì zài nǎ ér ne ， gǔ mó shèng zǔ shì shuí ， lín xuān bìng bù zài hū ， rán ér xiǎng xiǎng tā yāo jiān de chǔ wù dài ， xīn zhōng què yī piàn huǒ rè 。
那家伙若是陨落，遗骸会在哪儿呢，古魔圣祖是谁，林轩并不在乎，然而想想他腰间的储物袋，心中却一片火热。
His dream was to find materials for refining the Spirit Parting Pill, even risking coming to the demon realm. But in Dragon Master Nai’s eyes, such divine pills were like raindrops; he casually gave them away.
It seemed like a dream, the situation had reversed in an instant. The heavens were kind to Lin Xuan; Little Furball actually possessed such formidable strength…
Although the phoenix before him was still far from matching the true spirit凤凰, it already exuded the aura of a king among birds.
A moment later, the situation became even clearer. The soul of Thunder Eagle had been tightly bound by chains of burning links, unable to move at all.
The sharp cries of the bird filled his ears. Naturally, Thunder Eagle did not wish to submit, but no matter how hard it tried, it was ineffective.
At this stage of the battle, there were no more悬念s; the outcome was already clear.
Little Furball was too strong!
Lin Xuan continued to watch indifferently without doing anything.
A phoenix cry echoed through the sky. The phoenix, a foot in length, circled slightly before its wings spread wide, emitting dazzling light. A large red glow emerged and rolled forward.
Poor Thunder Eagle's soul had been trapped; it was like a tiger caught in a trap, unable to move at all. It could only submit as the beautiful light enveloped it.
Then an incredible scene unfolded.
Although the light was bright, it remained semi-transparent, allowing one to clearly see Thunder Eagle inside. Its size rapidly diminished before his eyes, from nearly a hundred feet wide to just an inch long. Despite its smaller form, the pressure it emitted was no less formidable.
It struggled left and right within the light, trying to escape, but in vain. The light seemed thin but was as solid as copper walls, firmly binding it.
The phoenix stopped moving. Its wings spread out like a whale sucking water, effortlessly drawing the light and Thunder Eagle's soul into its belly.
Lin Xuan was dumbfounded. Then Little Furball’s body suddenly lit up with a "pop" sound. The phoenix vanished, replaced by Little Furball reappearing in his sight.
Little Furball even burped contentedly.
The taste of Thunder Eagle's soul was too exquisite to describe.
Meanwhile, the phoenix's illusory form also appeared but quickly flew towards Lin Xuan and disappeared into his head.
Just as the fire domain vanished, Lin Xuan almost thought everything he had seen was an illusion. The traces of battle on the ground confirmed that it wasn't all in his mind.
He scanned Little Furball with his eyes. Consuming the strongest demon soul, being able to mimic a true spirit phoenix’s secret technique—it seemed this little guy was far more mysterious than Lin Xuan imagined. But what kind of connection did he have with the True Spirit Form of Nine Heavens Divine Net?
Lin Xuan didn’t know and had no time to ponder it now. The most amusing thing for him was that Little Furball, after returning to his palm, fell asleep soundly.
Lin Xuan couldn't help but laugh as he shook the little guy, who showed no intention of waking up, snoring loudly while blowing bubbles.
"Alright, regardless, I owe this little guy my life. Since it’s tired, let it have a good sleep."
Lin Xuan shook his head with a look of indulgence on his face. Even without considering the help Little Furball had brought him, he found the little guy adorable.
With a flip of his hand, Lin Xuan sent Little Furball back into the Ten Thousand Souls Tower. He then swept his sleeve and stored his treasures away.
His gaze fell upon the remains of Thunder Eagle. Apart from its bones, other parts of the phoenix were also rare treasures. With the soul already subdued, Lin Xuan had no qualms about taking them all. His belt pouch was spacious enough to hold everything.
Better to err on the side of caution; even if these items weren’t useful to him, he could always exchange or auction them later.
"Phew!"
Lin Xuan sighed in relief. This trip to Drifting Cloud Valley wasn't a waste after all. Although he didn't find any treasures left by the Three-Eyed Saint Ancestor, having Thunder Eagle's bones was enough to make it worthwhile.
With the strong enemy eliminated, Lin Xuan’s face showed an unusual sense of relief.
But just as this thought crossed his mind, something flashed in his mind. He had almost overlooked a matter he had considered earlier.
He had pondered over this question before.
It was said that Thunder Eagle's strength far surpassed what he had seen during its lifetime; its powers were nearly on par with half a true spirit凤凰.
While this was just a legend, Lin Xuan speculated it might be possible. The Thunder Eagles were powerful creatures to begin with. Drifting Cloud Valley’s unique environment had caused this particular Thunder Eagle to undergo an anomaly, making it even stronger.
However, perhaps the heavens were against it; if this Thunder Eagle continued its cultivation for tens or millions of years, it could have become a true spirit. But for some reason, it clashed with an ancient demon saint and was killed here.
Who that ancient demon saint was, no one knew. According to Lin Xuan’s speculation, Thunder Eagle had died, but the saint likely suffered severe injuries too, ending up in mutual destruction.
Lin Xuan had his reasons for thinking this way. After all, Thunder Eagle's remains were fresh and valuable; even a late-stage cultivator could find great use for them. There was no reason to discard them like trash here.
The only logical explanation was that the ancient demon saint also suffered severe injuries and wouldn’t bother counting or harvesting war spoils.
Where would his corpse be? Who was this ancient demon saint? Lin Xuan didn't care, but thinking about the treasure in his belt pouch made him feel hot inside. It was a treasure from a late-stage cultivator.
Once upon a time, Lin Xuan felt very wealthy compared to his peers; being described as rich beyond imagination wasn’t an exaggeration.
But was it really so?
Perhaps not before encountering Dragon Master Nai. Since then, he realized how narrow-minded and wrong his previous perception had been. Compared to late-stage cultivators, he was just a poor man.
Using the spirit wood for painting, something he never would have thought of before, was now a reality.
His dream was to find materials for refining the Spirit Parting Pill, even risking coming to the demon realm. But in Dragon Master Nai’s eyes, such divine pills were like raindrops; he casually gave them away.