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第两千六百章 光阴似箭匆匆百年

The sensation was incredibly comfortable. It was no wonder that this was the Peach of Immortality, but before his thoughts could fully settle on that, the peaceful spiritual energy that had filled his body suddenly changed its nature and became wildly violent all at once...

Boom!

It seemed like a raging fire burning in every meridian of his body. In an instant, Lin Xuan found himself immersed in a sea of flames.

And there was no warning beforehand; the change in his spiritual energy attributes almost happened instantly.

"Aiee!"

Lin Xuan let out a cry of pain. If it were any other Spirit Cultivator at the Shen Concentration Stage, they would likely have exploded from the strain on their meridians and died. Fortunately, Lin Xuan was different; his body was as strong as that of amonster race at the same stage, though not without its discomfort. His face turned slightly red with exertion.

"What...?"

Lin Xuan was dumbfounded. He had doubts about whether he had truly consumed the Peach of Immortality. Perhaps he had been tricked by the Ethereal Fairy Palace.

After all, although Lin Xuan had never eaten a peach before, he had come across descriptions of it in various scriptures and texts. The Peach of Immortality, or even the Wood Sage Fruit, was known for its neutral and harmonious medicinal properties; how could it be like this poison and fire?

However, quickly dismissing those thoughts, Lin Xuan shook his head. The Ethereal Fairy Palace's senior ancestors, even if they were Great Daoists who had transcended tribulation, couldn't have the foresight to place a fake peach there to harm him.

Could it be due to purification? Although he had cleared out impurities from the peach, its effects might have shifted as a result?

Lin Xuan was puzzled but didn't have time to dwell on it. He took a deep breath and endured the searing pain as he began to refine the medicinal energy in his meridians.

The sensation was indescribable; it was nothing but pain. There could be no mistakes, or he would face eternal torment.

But that was fine; hardship breeds excellence. This principle had been ingrained in Lin Xuan's mind since he first stepped into the cultivation world thousands of years ago. At the time, he had dared to venture down the Heart Refinement Path as a Flexible Spirit Stage cultivator; this minor danger and pain were nothing.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes tightly, his body radiating with a bluish-green light that soon transformed into swirling multicolored spiritual energy around him...

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Time seemed to pass like an instant in the cave. Lin Xuan was so engrossed in refining the medicinal energy that he didn't feel any passage of time.

Initially, he had thought this seclusion would last at most a month or two, but now it had been months, then seasons, and finally, a century had passed without any sign of his progress.

A thick layer of dust covered the cave entrance, and the scent of fallen leaves wafted out, making it seem like an ancient tomb that had stood for ages. No signs of advancement in the sky indicated what was happening inside; no one knew if he was alive or dead.

The place remained deserted for a century, with only occasional visitors passing by without noticing anything amiss.

It was a peaceful morning in the desert. A small animal shaped like a rabbit was foraging for food, its long ears perked up to listen to any sounds around it.

Suddenly, the little creature raised its head as if sensing something wrong. Its ears swayed from side to side before it detected faint noises.

Without hesitation, the creature used all its strength and fled into a nearby cave.

In moments, a brilliant light appeared on the horizon, with more than ten figures streaking towards him in various colors of light.

After several breaths, the figures could be clearly seen. Leading them was a female cultivator dressed in white robes, though her appearance wasn't breathtaking; she had clear features and a pretty face. She was about twenty years old, but her brows were slightly furrowed with worry.

Behind her were a dozen or so cultivators of varying ages, all at the Yuanling Stage, far below her rank. Two young girls, barely seventeen or eighteen, were drenched in sweat; they had only recently condensed their essence and hadn't fully stabilized their cultivation yet.

"Senior Aunt, can we take a moment to rest? I simply cannot hold on any longer. The energy in my body is nearly depleted," the smaller girl said, panting heavily with an ashen face, clearly overusing her spiritual energy.

"No, not now. The Poison Clan pursues us closely. Just now, I managed to distance them by using a trick, but if we rest, all our efforts will be wasted," the white-robed female cultivator's voice was firm and resolute.

"Still...?"

The smaller girl looked exhausted as she said, "I can't hold on any longer. If we keep running like this, I might not die from it, but I'll surely be worn out."

"Very well..." The white-robed woman scanned the scene with her eyes and saw that the girl's words were true. She hesitated for a moment before snapping her fingers. A brilliant light appeared in her hand as she pulled off the cap of a jade bottle.

A refreshing fragrance spread from it.

"What...?"

The smaller girl sniffed deeply, feeling instantly refreshed: "Could this be immortal milk?"

"No, I don't deserve such a precious item. This is merely diluted immortal liquid," the white-robed woman sighed.

"Oh, then it's still valuable."

The smaller girl was delighted. Diluted immortal milk would naturally have reduced effects, but for cultivators at their level, it could still replenish considerable spiritual energy.

"Lotus, take some and continue on your journey. As long as we leave this desert and reach a city where cultivators gather, the Poison Clan won't dare to be so bold."

"Yes, Senior Aunt," the smaller girl nodded respectfully before drinking a few drops of the diluted milk and passing it to her sister.

"Damn... It's like a tiger in a lowly position being bullied by dogs. A century ago, the mere Poison Clan wouldn't have dared to offend our Ethereal Fairy Palace's disciples."

The grizzled old man's indignant voice echoed as he glared with indignation.

"Enough, Nephew Li. Circumstances change; what happened a hundred years ago is not relevant now. Our Ethereal Fairy Palace faced great calamities then, but the ups and downs of our sect are normal. One day, we will reclaim our position as the foremost sect in the world. For now, we must focus on overcoming this crisis."

The white-robed woman's voice carried through the air. It was meaningless to dwell on past grievances, but before she could finish speaking, her expression changed dramatically: "No...

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