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第两千九百三十三章 休养生息

Three months later.

Lin Xuan stopped in front of a range of undulating mountains.

Before him was a verdant little hill, not more than a thousand feet high. Though its shape varied, it wasn't particularly steep or rugged.

Lin Xuan released his divine sense and soon found satisfactory results. With a flash of green light all over his body, he flew towards the depths of the mountain range.

When he stopped again, the surrounding aura was noticeably denser than before—more than double in concentration.

At the foot of this mountain, there ran a winding vein of spirit energy that extended into the distance. The quality wasn't outstanding, but it was still decent enough, covering about a hundred miles. Of course, the closer one got to the source of the spirit spring, the thinner the aura naturally became.

Such small hills were countless in the lost realm; while they couldn’t be compared to the countless as numerous as cow hairs, finding such a place was still relatively easy.

Originally, Lin Xuan had planned to choose a vast primeval marsh as his hiding spot. However, after careful consideration, he found that such an approach would be foolish.

Having provoked formidable enemies, seeking out a remote place for safety was a predictable strategy. If the enemy suspected this, wouldn’t they check the primeval marsh?

While such perilous places were abundant in this world, the other party’s power was no small matter. What if he accidentally ran into them? Then he would have nowhere to cry.

Thus, weighing the pros and cons, Lin Xuan did not deliberately choose a primeval marsh but instead picked what seemed like an ordinary place—Pindan.

Indeed, as they say, a great sage can hide in plain sight; the more inconspicuous his hiding spot, the harder it would be for others to find him.

This enemy was formidable, and Lin Xuan had to look up at their strength. But if it came down to intelligence, he still had some confidence.

In any case, he made his choice. There was nothing left to hesitate about. With a wave of his sleeve, Lin Xuan emitted divine light, and silver sword qi emerged like fish swimming out. He effortlessly established a cave dwelling, choosing a location that was extremely hidden.

The stream flowed down from the mountain top, and at one steep section, by chance or as if crafted by divine hands, it formed a waterfall. The entrance to Lin Xuan’s chosen cave dwelling was behind this waterfall.

Even without an array to conceal it, a cultivator passing by would easily overlook it.

However, that alone was not enough for Lin Xuan to be complacent.

After setting up the cave dwelling, Lin Xuan showed satisfaction on his face. He reached out and took several sets of array disks and flags from his storage bracelet.

In Scorpion Mountain, the prohibitions and arrays he had set up were easily broken by the enemy, along with all the tools used for setting them. Fortunately, Lin Xuan’s wealth was considerable, so there were still plenty of substitutes in his storage bracelet.

After half an hour or so, everything was properly arranged.

Next, Lin Xuan entered the cave dwelling.

The cave wasn’t large, but it had a living room, training hall, herb garden, and bedroom. There was still work for Lin Xuan to do. As they say, a cunning rabbit has three holes; last time, his avatar could escape smoothly after taking the treasure because he had made perfect preparations beforehand.

Teleportation array!

This was a common thing in the cultivation world, but when facing formidable enemies, what better way to flee than using such an item?

Having tasted its benefits before, Lin Xuan had no reason not to use this treasure. Setting up a small teleportation array wasn’t difficult for him; it merely required some effort and materials that were abundant in his storage bracelet—another benefit of his wealth.

Over several days, Lin Xuan set up the teleportation array.

As for the other end, he chose an underground cave, which was sufficiently hidden. He felt confident no one would discover it.

After completing everything, Lin Xuan’s mood lightened considerably. Even if formidable enemies came to him, he had full confidence in escaping easily. Now there were no lingering worries.

While Lin Xuan had chosen this place for safety, he wasn’t foolish enough to do nothing.

In fact, Lin Xuan really had a lot of things to do now.

First and foremost was rest—restoration and recuperation.

After his battle with the old monster in Scorpion Mountain, Lin Xuan emerged victorious. He used the Five Dragon Seal to utterly destroy the opponent, leaving them soulless and scattered. However, the process was arduous and difficult to describe—it was one of the most challenging battles he had ever faced.

Because the fight was so intense, several times his mana nearly ran out, forcing him to drink a thousand-year-old spirit milk.

While such spirit milk could instantly replenish mana, it wasn’t something that could be cultivated. Although it helped, leaving behind significant隐患, Lin Xuan’s true essence had suffered considerable loss.

After all, those were his life force; such depletion was not without risk—his cultivation realm might drop as a result.

So, what Lin Xuan needed to do now was rest and recuperation, replenishing the lost true essence and eliminating the隐患. He did not want his cultivation realm to mysteriously drop someday.

Fortunately, this wasn’t difficult—it just required some time.

Since Lin Xuan wasn’t an ordinary cultivator but had countless spirit pills and elixirs at his disposal, he could greatly shorten this process.

Thus, over the next few years, Lin Xuan took medicine and sat in meditation, not for cultivation but to replenish the true essence within him.

Twenty years passed. The loss of true essence was more than what Lin Xuan had imagined—everything indeed has its pros and cons; it seemed he couldn’t be so unrestrained when drinking thousand-year-old spirit milk anymore.

Indeed, Lin Xuan’s choice of location turned out to be correct. For a cultivator, twenty years were merely the blink of an eye. But in the lost realm, much had happened over these past two decades.

The most significant event was undoubtedly the Dark King's emergence from seclusion. Countless yin spirits and ghostly creatures suddenly flooded into the human, demon, and fiend realms, their intentions unknown to anyone.

However, as time passed, some vague information began to circulate, though it was hard to discern which pieces were true and which false.

The lost realm was in turmoil, but Lin Xuan’s secluded cultivation here felt like a paradise. Occasionally, cultivators would pass by, but none paid any attention.

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