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第三千三百二十七章 田小剑

Lin Xuan's face was filled with disbelief.

Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, countless twists and turns had been experienced. By all means, he should have remained calm even if Mount Tai were to collapse in front of him!

But what was happening before his eyes seemed too absurd. How could Little Sword be here?

Lin Xuan felt a momentary confusion in his mind, almost thinking that he might have mistaken someone. But soon enough, he pushed this thought aside.

Impossible, although it had been a thousand years since he last saw Little Sword, the young man left a deep impression on him. Even a fleeting glance would not result in any mistake.

But why was this little guy also here in the Netherworld?

Even with his broad experience, Lin Xuan found himself at a loss to explain this situation.

Little Sword was different from other cultivators.

Since he embarked on the path of cultivation, although he had faced many dangers and setbacks, overall it had been smooth sailing. Especially his rate of cultivation, which was unparalleled in history. In just a few thousand years, he had reached the mid-transmigration stage.

This speed would have even made the ancient Asura bow to him.

Not only did Lin Xuan cultivate quickly, but his strength far surpassed that of his peers. He faced challenges across levels without any difficulty, and his contemporaries were not in his sight either.

Lin Xuan's strength was beyond doubt.

But if he had to say that no one could match his eyes, it would be an exaggeration. Among his peers, there was still someone he cared about deeply, even said with fear.

Yes, this person was Little Sword.

Their paths on the path of cultivation were similar, and they had cooperated multiple times over the years.

Despite their frequent separations, Little Sword's strength left Lin Xuan in awe.

The most unbelievable part was that he could keep up with Lin Xuan's rate of cultivation.

He knew his own situation well. The reason for his rapid cultivation was mainly due to the benefits brought by the Blue Star Sea.

Purifying medicinal pills and turning waste into treasure, which gave him astand out like a crane among chickens (standing out like a crane among chickens) rate of cultivation.

But why Little Sword could progress so quickly as to match Lin Xuan's pace? This puzzled Lin Xuan. Could it be that he also had some divine-grade treasures?

Of course, this was just speculation and there was no way to verify it.

Unless Lin Xuan captured Little Sword alive.

However, this was merely a thought. The young man's abilities were far beyond those of his peers. Lin Xuan did not want to offend him unless absolutely necessary.

Likely, the other party had similar thoughts, so every time they met, both parties were wary and scheming internally while appearing very harmonious on the surface.

Brother Senior, he called it with such warmth that one might think they were sworn brothers by blood.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan couldn't help but laugh. He resisted the urge to release his divine sense again to probe Little Sword's true intentions.

He knew Little Sword was extremely perceptive. If he released his divine sense, there was no doubt that it would be discovered and traced back to him.

To alert the enemy would be foolish, so Lin Xuan could only ponder why Little Sword had come here.

The process seemed complicated but actually took just an instant.

Seeing Lin Xuan's brows furrowed, Xiang'er couldn't help showing a strange expression. "Senior, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Lin Xuan shook his head and put aside the matter of Little Sword for now.

Regardless, finding Yue'er was currently the top priority. Little Sword coming here was purely coincidental; how could it be related to him?

The more Lin Xuan thought about it, the more he felt this was correct.

If so, why complicate matters unnecessarily?

Little Sword was cunning and his strength far surpassed that of his peers. Even Lin Xuan did not have much confidence in winning against him. Such a troublesome person should be avoided as much as possible.

With these thoughts, Lin Xuan made up his mind.

"Nothing, just met an old acquaintance."

"Old acquaintance?"

Xiang'er was taken aback but she had a steady personality and didn't say anything more. Together with Lin Xuan, they flew towards the black stone city in front of them.

This matter could be considered temporarily concluded for Lin Xuan. He did not want to have any interaction with Little Sword.

Lin Xuan followed the principle that it was better to avoid trouble if possible. But he forgot that some troubles couldn't be avoided no matter how much one tried to dodge them.

...

As soon as Lin Xuan left, Little Sword turned his head towards this direction.

A powerful divine sense was released and swept over quickly but found nothing amiss.

His handsome face showed a hint of puzzlement, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Little Sword, what's wrong?"

A deep voice entered his ears, but there was no third cultivator beside Little Sword.

"It's nothing, I felt someone probing me just now."

Little Sword's somewhat depressed voice entered Lin Xuan's ears, with a hint of doubt in the tone, yet he wasn't entirely sure about it.

"Oh?"

The deep voice paused. Then an eerie divine sense was released from Little Sword's body but yielded no results.

"You're overthinking this. In the Netherworld, you're unfamiliar with everything here. Who would have time to probe you for no reason?"

"..."

Little Sword was speechless. The other party had a valid point, yet he found something off and couldn't fully release his divine sense without alerting the Black Stone City Lord.

After all this trouble, Little Sword finally arrived in the Netherworld with an important mission. He didn't want any detours before finding that treasure.

Perhaps it was just overthinking.

Thinking of the treasure, Little Sword opened his mouth again. "Father, is the River of Death Divine Fruit really here in the Netherworld?"

"Kid, why don't you believe me?" The deep voice turned cold with a hint of dissatisfaction, even changing to a more distant tone.

But how could Little Sword be alarmed by this? His expression remained calm: "Father, why say such things. Our cooperation is mutually beneficial. You've made the River of Death Divine Fruit sound so important, and my concern isn't wrong."

"Ah, a sharp-tongued kid."

The owner of the deep voice was speechless.

Just like a tiger in plain sight being bullied by dogs or a dragon in shallow waters being mocked by shrimp, he had once been the Lord of the Netherworld, second only to the Asura King.

PS: Sorry, I have something today and will only update once.

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