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第两千九百一十七章 林轩认师傅

Lin Xuan's face turned extremely gloomy as he thought through the situation.

Millions of years ago, the two interfaces had a conflict. The Asura King ledghostly beings of the netherworld to massacre the Spirit Realm, turning it into a river of blood. Even the Three Loose Immortals and the Three Demon Kings could not withstand this assault. This was partly due to the Asura King's extraordinary strength but also because the other five kings ofnetherworld, underworld had played significant roles.

Such beings were beyond his ability to contend with.

Even if they weren't the original forms, their avatar powers were still incredibly formidable—far from ordinary initial-stage existences.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and calmed himself. It was a grave mistake to be afraid before even engaging in battle. This was just his speculation; perhaps the other party had intentionally caused him psychological pressure to see if he would falter. If that were the case, wouldn't it be falling into their trap?

The Six Kings ofnetherworld, underworld should not have appeared in this lost interface for reasons both emotional and logical.

Perhaps it was just his overthinking.

"Something wrong, fellow? You don’t want to reveal your origins, so you won’t blame me if I don’t give you the courtesy of an old acquaintance when I bully you!"

The voice from within the black-robed cultivator cackled. It was no wonder he remained calm; though there had been a slight change in his plans—his subordinates who were guarding the treasure had all perished—the matter did not concern him much. He had already released his divine sense to thoroughly investigate, and the treasures were still being refined methodically underground, about to be completed soon.

This fellow had good eyesight; he didn't forcibly take away the unfinished treasures, which would have significantly weakened the Restraining Soul Ring's power.

With the treasure intact, there was no need for him to rush. Otherwise, where would he find time to chat with Lin Xuan? If something went wrong with the Restraining Soul Ring, drawing his soul and essence wouldn't be enough to satisfy his hatred.

Lin Xuan, a shrewd cultivator, quickly deduced what the other party was thinking after some thought.

He felt extremely fortunate that he had anticipated this and made his avatar conceal its aura as much as possible. Otherwise, if the other party discovered his hidden move, he would have been eliminated immediately upon contact.

Time was precious to Lin Xuan.

The other party was willing to delay; Lin Xuan couldn't have asked for more.

"Senior, what a bold statement! You stand on par with the Three Loose Immortals and the Three Demon Kings. Is my teacher, Broad-Cold True Man, familiar to you?"

"Haha, Broad-Cold, it turns out you're his junior disciple. Wait, no, fellow, are you trying to deceive me?" The tone turned extremely cold as he spoke.

Where did the flaw lie?

Lin Xuan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with shock. Such a short conversation had revealed such a flaw.

He would pretend to be Broad-Cold’s disciple for a reason—under the broad shade of a tree is where one can rest. The reputation of Broad-Cold True Man was naturally well-known. Lin Xuan had hoped that this would instill some caution in the other party, but he ended up making things worse by being caught so easily.

No matter how much he pondered, he couldn't figure out what mistake he made. Lin Xuan's face showed a look of utter bewilderment.

"Ha, fellow, you're quite adept at pulling the tiger’s tail to make a lion. Unfortunately, you’re an unlearned fool. Broad-Cold’s cultivation methods are extremely stringent—both excellent spirit root and the Nine-Spirit Holy Body are required. Your spirit root is in shambles, and you don’t have any special constitution; how could Broad-Cold True Man accept you as a disciple?"

The cold laughter that entered his ears spared him from further speculation but left him even more surprised. What was a Nine-Spirit Holy Body? Lin Xuan had never heard of it, but he knew it couldn't be ordinary.

What amazed Lin Xuan was how the other party could probe his spirit root without physical contact—was this too outrageous?

Facing that eerie gaze, everything seemed to become transparent.

The only thing Lin Xuan felt relieved about was that the other party hadn’t discovered the secret of the Five-Phoenix Seal and the Blue Star Sea in his dantian.

But he thought it wasn't strange. The avatar before him was just an avatar; even if the original behind him were a high-level old monster, Lin Xuan had already interacted with the ghost sage, Broad-Cold True Man, and the Queen of Qingqiu—none of them could see through the Blue Star Sea's secret.

If they couldn't, it was unlikely that the Six Kings ofnetherworld, underworld would be able to either.

Lin Xuan pondered as the other party continued to marvel at his abilities: "This is quite peculiar. Your disciple’squalifications are ordinary, and you’re not even old; how could you advance to late-stage Spirit Separation? One of my subordinates was a ghost sage-level powerhouse—how did he die? Fellow, did you kill him in an overclass challenge?"

"Senior, may I ask for your identity before answering your questions?" Lin Xuan, while alarmed, delayed the conversation and probed into the other party's background.

"In my presence, you have no right to question me. You lied to me just now; I haven’t punished you yet. If you’re wise, answer my questions honestly and explain your origins. Considering that you didn't touch my treasures, I might be lenient!" The other party’s cold laughter entered his ears, showing utter disregard for Lin Xuan.

"Senior, I admit I was wrong. Actually, I am the disciple of Fairy Hundred Flowers..."

The other party's anger was palpable: "You really won’t cry until you see your coffin! Talking nonsense, do you think I’m easy to deal with?"

"Nonsense, late junior truly didn't say anything!"

Lin Xuan stretched his mouth wide open in shock. How did the other party figure it out?

"Ha, Broad-Cold is a notorious ladies’ man, always busy with women and rarely taking time for anything else—how could he have had such an interest in accepting disciples?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback; he truly didn't know thatNailedong (a proper name or a transliteration) was so lazy.

But this fellow before him was truly extraordinary. How could a mere cultivator know the great powers of the Spirit Realm as if they were his own family secrets?

"Alright, I admit my mistake. Actually, I am Fairy Hundred Flowers' disciple..."

"You..."

The other party's anger knew no bounds; he was clearly using every opportunity to recognize each of the powerful figures mentioned.

"Fine, since you don’t want to, I won't hesitate to draw your soul and essence. You’ll know everything then."

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