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第三千五百一十二章 灵舟

Other cultivators listened and raised their heads, their expressions varied but all contained worry and anger.

"Junior Disciple Fu, you needn't be overly concerned. The enemy is strong while we are weak; even the mountain protection array has been broken. Staying here will only result in our deaths for naught. Our two Pavilion Masters are not unreasonable people. Emotionally and logically, they won't blame us."

The woman in the palace attire sighed and said some comforting words.

"Now that I have taken my oath to Linxuan Pavilion, we need everyone's rest so as to contribute more to our sect. Things have reached this point; worrying about it will be of no use. Once we return to the main pavilion, our Pavilion Masters will naturally take care of us."

Hearing his uncle's words, the other cultivators, though still worried, dared not speak again and obediently closed their eyes to rest.

Far away, Lin Xuan frowned slightly. Although he had broad experience, these few words were insufficient for him to discern anything.

If it were a less skilled cultivator in maintaining qi, they would have already been unable to contain themselves, eager to find out the truth.

But after so many experiences, Lin Xuan was calm as a mountain before an avalanche; whether or not this was what he had imagined about Linxuan Pavilion, though he cared deeply, he wouldn't rashly go out. Why alert them by making noise? He would naturally uncover the truth quietly.

Could an ordinary Core Formation cultivator really vanish from his sight?

Thus, Lin Xuan did nothing and closed his eyes to sleep again.

Of course, with his spiritual sense, any slight movement would immediately awaken him.

...

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, these self-proclaimed disciples of Linxuan Pavilion set out early. Lin Xuan followed along the way.

With his strength, they naturally couldn't detect anything.

Lin Xuan hid in the shadows, originally intending to find some clues from their conversations.

But human plans often fall short of heaven's will.

These cultivators spoke little; often, they remained silent for an entire day as they silently journeyed on.

Even a skilled cook finds it hard to prepare a meal with no ingredients. Lin Xuan's attempt to gather information was in vain.

Yet he wasn't entirely without收获.

He noticed that when they traveled, they chose remote and desolate places, sometimes even deliberately taking detours for reasons not difficult to guess.

They were likely being pursued by their enemies.

Indeed, it seemed Linxuan Pavilion had run into trouble!

However, this Linxuan Pavilion might not be the same as the one he knew. Hence, he didn't dare offer help.

Time passed slowly.

...

After over a month, Lin Xuan hadn't made any appearance. Thanks to these cultivators' caution, their enemies never appeared either.

...

With so much time passing and no results, Lin Xuan began to grow impatient.

Although this time wasn't long for him, it was still somewhat wasteful.

Deciding that he should make an appearance, he thought that as soon as he showed some capability, they wouldn't dare refuse and would reveal their true identities.

Lin Xuan pondered thus when suddenly his brow furrowed.

A startling light appeared not far away after just a moment.

Though it was called a startling light, it was much larger than ordinary flight lights.

Indeed, it couldn't be compared to the others at all.

Although he was still some distance away, Lin Xuan's spiritual sense was so sharp that he recognized it as a spirit boat.

This unexpected change made him hesitate; he decided to observe first before making any decision.

The spirit boat flew very quickly and soon the group of Linxuan Pavilion cultivators noticed something amiss.

Everyone turned pale but it was too late to avoid it; they had no choice but to land their flight lights near a nearby desolate mountain.

After about a cup of tea's time, the spirit boat arrived as well.

Now closer, the flying device appeared even more extraordinary, over a thousand feet long and made primarily from extremely rare cold iron.

The carvings were intricate and the array designs on it were exquisite.

Of course, this was relative; Lin Xuan had already passed through the Tribulation Stage and seen countless treasures. This spirit boat wasn't much to him.

"Ah!"

However, as his gaze swept over, Lin Xuan was greatly surprised to see a familiar pattern on the spirit boat.

Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring!

Indeed, it was this item; he recognized it as his former talisman.

If Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring was used as decoration, then it must be Linxuan Pavilion.

Lin Xuan's composure couldn't help but show a hint of joy on his face.

Others rejoiced just as much: "It’s our sect's spirit boat."

"Great! It really is Linxuan Pavilion!"

"It's fellow cultivators coming to rescue us."

...

In an instant, cheers erupted. Lin Xuan's guess was correct; they had indeed been detouring all along, trying to avoid their enemies' search.

Because they were carrying a very important treasure.

It could be said that they were living in constant fear and anxiety. Now finally rescued by fellow cultivators, how could they not be greatly relieved?

Rumble...

A primitive voice entered his ears as the spirit boat stopped. The light screen on its surface dispersed, followed by colorful flight lights emerging from within.

There were hundreds of cultivators, nearly a thousand in total.

Their cultivation levels varied but at least most were Core Formation and Separation Stage.

If he wasn't mistaken, these were likely the elite forces of Linxuan Pavilion.

Leading them were two young women, both in their twenties.

The one on the left was slender with beautiful features; her eyes sparkled as if they could speak.

The one on the right was slightly shorter but equally graceful and pretty, though she had a round face that looked like an infant's.

Wu Yun'er, Liu Xin.

Lin Xuan recognized them instantly.

A thousand years apart, yet these two women seemed unchanged.

"Greetings, Pavilion Masters."

The dozen cultivators led by the woman in palace attire bowed.

"No need for formalities. We already know about the branch pavilion; it's not your fault. But did you bring back that treasure?" Liu Xin's voice was calm and composed as a sect leader would be.

Now she was at the Dao Profound Stage, handling matters more calmly than before.

"Rest assured, although the branch pavilion was broken by our enemies, I can carry this treasure with me; it hasn't been lost," the woman in palace attire quickly replied.

Liu Xin heaved a sigh of relief and her expression brightened considerably.

But Wu Yun'er frowned and turned to someone beside her: "Fellow cultivator, since you've arrived here, why hide? Why not show yourself?"

As soon as she spoke, everyone was startled.

Even Lin Xuan showed surprise; his abilities were well-known to him, and his concealment techniques had even earned the admiration of peers. How did Wu Yun'er discover this?

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