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第三百五十三章 墨月族

After bidding farewell to the Xu siblings, Lin Xuan continued on his journey.

About three hundred miles into the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, the figures of cultivators gradually became sparse.

The area was no longer safe; high-grade妖兽 often appeared here. Initially, Li Yaotian had stumbled upon this place due to getting lost. Even with Lin Xuan's current abilities, he remained vigilant, fully opening his divine sense and being on guard against potential dangers.

After flying for another half day, Lin Xuan stopped in front of a small hill that was unremarkable at first glance. The environment here was harsh; the ground scattered with withered branches and fallen leaves, and even the hills were bare. It looked bleak to the eye.

Despite this, an unexpected joy stirred within him as he turned around to survey the surroundings. This place would do.

Taking a step towards the small hill, Lin Xuan suddenly paused, his face showing a hint of surprise. He bent down; beneath his feet was a pile of withered grass. With a wave of his sleeves, white light flashed, and extraneous objects were swept aside, revealing a skeleton before him.

"Who is this?"

Lin Xuan had seen dead bodies before, having personally slain over a hundred cultivators since entering the immortal path. What surprised him wasn't the body itself but the attire on the remains—clearly not from these parts.

A Moonshade Clan shaman!

The Moonshade Clan. Few would have heard of them if it weren't for his love for reading; their records only appeared in ancient texts.

Legend had it that millions of years ago, during the primordial age, humans split into two branches: the Qin clan, which now occupied regions like Yanzhou and Youzhou, and the Moonshade Clan.

The Qin clan was far more populous, making up about ten times as many people as the Moonshade Clan.

Both clans had their own cultivators, but while humans called them cultivators, the Moonshade Clan referred to them as shamans.

Initially, relations between the two were harmonious, though not intimate; conflicts were few.

Over time, these peaceful days turned into a long and bloody war that lasted for tens of thousands of years.

One mustn't underestimate the Moonshade Clan. Though their population was smaller, members with spirit roots were more common, giving them nearly half as many shamans as cultivators.

Moreover, both sought the immortal path, and the shamanic cultivation methods were passed down in a lineage. Compared to same-grade cultivators, they didn't fall behind; some even excelled slightly.

In this war between the two clans, human victories or defeats mattered little; it was these cultivators who decided the outcome.

The battles were brutal, but eventually, the Qin clan emerged victorious. The Moonshade Clan gradually disappeared from sight. Some said they had been completely eradicated, vanished from existence.

However, Lin Xuan read another account in the jade cylinder that suggested they had fled to perilous places like the Quiney Mountains and the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

This theory was dismissed by many.

While other regions were not discussed, the two mentioned areas were indeed treacherous, with妖兽 rampaging. Not only would ordinary humans be at risk, but even cultivators needed to proceed cautiously; a single mistake could lead to their demise.

Was it possible for the Moonshade Clan to retreat there?

Humans couldn't survive in such places.

For a clan, without commoners as a foundation, cultivation was like rootless plants, destined to wither eventually.

Lin Xuan had only been curious about the Moonshade Clan before; he hadn't paid much attention since they hadn't appeared in Youzhou for nearly a million years.

Looking at the skeleton beneath his feet, Lin Xuan's brows furrowed tightly. Could it be that the Moonshade Clan hadn't vanished but instead lay dormant in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains?

After some thought, he reached out and grabbed an empty storage pouch from within the remains.

His palm was filled with essence qi as he carefully picked up the pouch and probed its contents.

Inside were only a few crystal stones. However, there were numerous bottles of various heights, along with many animal hides, bones, and other materials from妖兽. There were also several spirit herbs.

Lin Xuan was taken aback but quickly understood. The Ten Thousand Great Mountains could be described as a treasure trove for cultivators; despite the dangers posed by the abundant妖兽, it offered rich resources.

Moreover, beyond the妖兽, the area was vast with lush vegetation, and spirit herbs were far more common than in other places.

There were even some ancient plants that had long since gone extinct. However, they all lay deep within the mountains; outsiders could only drool at the thought of entering such a place, as it was filled with terrifying妖兽. Even a group of元婴 cultivators would hesitate before venturing in.

However, apart from these妖兽 and spirit herbs, there were few crystal deposits in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains. Based on external geological features, any that existed must be extremely scarce.

This explained why this shaman's storage pouch had so few crystal stones but many spirit herbs and materials from妖兽.

Lin Xuan's seven bottles were of varying sizes; one was larger while the other six were delicate and compact.

"These could be..."

He picked up the large jade bottle, his eyes lighting up. He unscrewed the cap and poured out a small pill about the size of a bean.

The pill was a deep red color with a spicy taste. Lin Xuan sniffed it; a smile spread across his face.

As the head of the Spirit Medicine Mountain faction, although he was terrible at alchemy, his extensive reading had given him an in-depth understanding of various spirit herbs that rivaled or even surpassed those within the sect.

These Moonshade Clan-made pills were vastly different from what Lin Xuan had seen before, but the principles of medicine were universal. Based on his knowledge, these pills undoubtedly increased a condensation period cultivator's essence.

After counting them, there were over one hundred; Lin Xuan was naturally delighted to accept them without hesitation.

He then opened the remaining bottles, revealing various妖丹 inside—some as large as dragon eyes, others in an odd shape, elliptical. Each had a powerful aura of essence qi, not ordinary items.

This was indeed fortunate luck; he had obtained so many things for nothing.

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