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第两千六百八十一章 好事多磨

Because of their intense admiration for this legendary powerhouse within their sect, otherwise, according to the reports from disciples ahead, Linggui Sect might already be in disarray.

This statement was not an exaggeration. After all, a fire cannot be concealed by paper; although Lin Xuan did not intend to reveal his sect's intentions too early, plotting against Linggui Sect was such a significant matter that it required extensive mobilization and involved numerous disciples.

As the saying goes, many mouths can spread rumors. Even though he and the other two Supreme Elders had already issued edicts to ensure strict confidentiality among their subordinates, over time, some inevitably leaked information.

The Three Factions Alliance was terrified by Lin Xuan's actions, so they dispatched numerous spies to observe Linggui Sect's movements.

Upon learning of Lin Xuan's intentions, reactions varied. Taixuan Sect and Tianjing Valley rejoiced, while Linggui Sect lived in constant fear.

They were simultaneously fortifying their defenses and seeking aid from the other two factions.

Unfortunately, both Taixuan Sect and Tianjing Valley were now too terrified to face him, content with merely hoping he would not cause trouble. How could they dare to provoke such a formidable opponent?

Although they knew that if Linggui Sect fell, it was only a matter of time before their turn came, facing a powerful enemy still left them without any confidence.

As the saying goes, "live day by day." Regardless of how Linggui Sect's envoy tried to persuade them with logic and emotion, or even with incentives, they remained tight-lipped, unwilling to provoke Lin Xuan again.

Indeed, the two factions' fear was justified, but it wasn't the only reason. They had their own calculations.

After all, attacking a sect's main base and mining operations were different matters. During the mining operation, although they had set up multiple layers of defenses, it was done hastily. However, Linggui Sect’s main base was different; this sect originated from ancient times and was one of the foremost families in Baifan County.

Moreover, their main base remained unchanged for millennia, located deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains. Over generations, various array formations and traps were established, making its power far surpass that of Linggui's Five Elements Great Array.

Linggui Sect had both terrain advantage and human support, so even if Lin Xuan was strong, it would not be easy to conquer this tough nut.

If he broke two of their teeth, they could still hope for a mutual destruction. Although the Three Factions Alliance was united, at such times, Taixuan Sect and Tianjing Valley naturally prioritized their own interests.

Linggui Sect, now reduced to mere remnants, had already been abandoned by them as a lost cause. The two factions were content with watching from the sidelines.

The surviving old monsters of Linggui Sect were not fools; they knew what their allies intended. Their situation was dire indeed, and if it weren't for Old Master Zhong's trump card, this sect might have collapsed like a tree felled by a gale.

Old Master Zhong had been in seclusion at the Xuan Yin Cold Spring for ten thousand two hundred years. While time seemed too long, from another perspective, his prolonged seclusion suggested that he was about to achieve something extraordinary.

Three days ago, they received news of Lin Xuan's possible intentions against their sect and immediately sent a specially crafted sound transmission talisman with the details and urgency of the situation deep into Xuan Yin Cold Spring.

By rights, Old Master Zhong should have already received it. Why had he shown no signs?

Had something unexpected happened to him? Or was he in a critical phase of his seclusion?

The old monsters were increasingly uneasy as they pondered these possibilities. Regardless of which scenario played out, it would be akin to an impending disaster for their sect.

As time passed, the anxious atmosphere grew thicker. Although all present were high-ranking old monsters, some began to lose patience.

"Old Master Zhong hasn't emerged yet; did the sound transmission talisman not reach him?"

"It's impossible; our sect crafted this talisman specifically. Such a short distance—how could it fail? There must be another reason," said an elderly man with silver hair, shaking his head confidently.

"Could the situation have been explained clearly in the sound transmission talisman?"

"Yes, including the peril to our sect and how the sect leaders perished at the hands of that Lin Xuan."

The silver-haired old man's voice was firm. He had personally overseen this matter with utmost caution; any mistake would be impossible.

The old monsters fell into silence again.

Old Master Zhong, being the oldest member of their sect, held deep feelings for Linggui Sect. The deceased sect leaders were his own son and daughter-in-law. Their deaths at Lin Xuan's hands made it unreasonable to ignore them.

With these two pieces of news, he should have immediately reacted with anger and determination, vowing to extract Lin Xuan’s soul. Why was there no response?

Was the misfortune indeed as they feared, preventing him from emerging from his seclusion or had something unexpected happened to him?

The old monsters' faces turned pale at these thoughts but found themselves without any other options except to wait like fools.

Time passed slowly.

Ordinary moments seemed unbearable in their current state. Finally, two more days passed.

Despite not leaving the Xuan Yin Cold Spring, reports from outside continued to trickle in, detailing the worsening situation. Linggui Sect could only sit and await its fate, being devoured by Lin Xuan piece by piece.

With no confidence against such a formidable opponent, they hoped for Old Master Zhong's intervention but found themselves without any news.

"Enough! We can't wait anymore; time is running out. Let’s breach the seclusion!" The silver-haired old man broke the silence, his words shocking everyone present.

"Breach the seclusion? Senior Wang, did you just say that? That’s a grave offense."

The alarmed cry from the robed elder echoed in their ears, and other disciples were equally stunned. Their reactions were understandable; disturbing an enshrouded master was extremely dangerous. Any external noise could jeopardize his efforts, potentially leading to irreversible consequences.

The silver-haired old man's proposal was too bold. Rushing in might doom Old Master Zhong to irreparable harm. Even if they succeeded, such actions would be unforgivable. With the current enemy threatening them, even if Old Master Zhong did not hold grudges now, once Lin Xuan retreated, each of them would face severe consequences.

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