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第三千五百二十一章 真灵秘境

Lin Xuan lowered his head in thought, feeling the heavy atmosphere. Naturally, he did not dare to speak much and stood quietly by the side.

For a moment, the air seemed to have frozen.

In this silence, a short while passed. The moon looked up: "Young Master, could this teleportation array be another trap set by someone?"

As they say, once bitten by a snake, one fears even ropes for ten years.

During their treasure hunt in the Ten Thousand Mountains last time, they almost fell into an irreversible situation. Emotionally and logically, how could Mo'er not have any reservations?

After all, just from its name alone, the place where true spirits are buried was much more terrifying than the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Although Lin Xuan's strength far surpassed that of his peers, such a place would be impossible to tread lightly upon. Even late-stage cultivators had to proceed with caution; one misstep could lead to their downfall.

Thus, Mo'er's face was filled with worry.

"Based on the description in this jade cylinder, it should not be false!"

Lin Xuan rubbed his forehead and said after a moment of contemplation. After all, whether it was the Buxian Pavilion or the Hundred Grass Sect, they had obtained treasure maps through sheer luck. Even true immortals could not have anticipated their presence here and obtaining a complete treasure map.

Since everything was unpredictable, how could he calculate his own fate?

Therefore, it could be inferred that this treasure map should not be fake.

Lin Xuan's analysis was simple and logical. The girls nodded in agreement, feeling that Young Master's guess had no deviation; the situation would indeed be as such.

...

"Indeed, but what is a place where true spirits are buried?"

Mo'er's face showed concern. Just the name alone was terrifying, let alone its actual nature.

"This..."

Lin Xuan's expression was equally stunned. To be honest, among his peers in cultivation, he had detailed knowledge of true spirits due to sheer luck.

But that was relative. Lin Xuan had only been on the path of cultivation for a short time; this place where true spirits were buried was something new to him. Of course, he could not answer Mo'er's doubts.

"Young Master, perhaps we should not go."

Mo'er bit her lip and softly said.

"Not going?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback.

"Yes, too dangerous. I am already very satisfied just being with Young Master; let us not seek out the Seven Treasures of Māra."

Frankly speaking, Mo'er's decision made her feel不舍 (unwilling to part), but she truly did not want to see Young Master risk himself for her sake. Safety was bliss, and the glory of the King of Māra, or supreme power in the world, were just fleeting.

To say that Mo'er had no desire at all would be a lie, but compared to Young Master's safety, it was insignificant.

There were priorities; survival in the cultivation realm required choices. Mo'er preferred to live with Lin Xuan in blissful seclusion.

Such a decision was good, but could things really be so simple?

As they say, one is bound by circumstances in this world and beyond.

Secular life was like that, and so was the cultivation realm.

Did Lin Xuan want to take risks? He certainly did not wish to be involved with what happened in ancient times. But some things were not something you could avoid just by wanting to.

Mo'er did not want to be the King of Māra, but her enemies from a past life would not let her go easy. Troubles would eventually come knocking on their door.

The idea of living like recluses was too naive.

As fish meat and people as knives and cutting boards, the only way to avoid that fate was to enhance one's strength.

To retreat in face of danger?

Lin Xuan never did so.

Prosperity comes from taking risks!

One must not fear difficulties if seeking eternal life.

Indeed, a place where true spirits are buried was extremely dangerous. But his own strength had changed significantly.

Facing ordinary late-stage cultivators would not be daunting; finding treasures there was not impossible.

Mo'er was his wife, and he naturally took responsibility for her matters.

Moreover, misfortune may turn into good fortune, and the place of true spirit burial, while perilous, might offer unexpected rewards besides the Seven Treasures of Māra.

Lin Xuan's thoughts were not baseless. Just thinking about it, there would surely be many relics related to true spirits in such a place.

True spirits, one of the most powerful beings across the three realms, even the weakest could match late-stage cultivators. And stronger true spirits, like true dragons and phoenixes, even true immortals did not dare claim they had a chance to defeat them.

Their remains were priceless treasures; there was no mistake about that.

Moreover, his cultivation techniques were closely related to true spirits. If he found the blood of one or two powerful true spirits there, this journey would not be in vain.

The jade cylinder indeed contained treasure maps, marking spatial nodes for entering the place where true spirits are buried.

Lin Xuan believed that other late-stage cultivators who obtained such treasures would certainly not miss out on the opportunity and would head to seek them.

Without the Seven Treasures of Māra, just the items related to true spirits were enough to drive cultivators mad.

...

Lin Xuan's eyes showed determination. Clearly, his mind was made up.

Seeing this, Mo'er sighed but no longer tried to persuade him further. The other girls, although also worried, had no room to speak their minds due to their lower cultivation levels.

Cave Profound Stage was considered high-level cultivators, but compared to true spirits, the gap was too great.

Since they could not understand the strength of that realm, there was no point in trying to persuade him.

In silence for a moment, Wu Yun'er spoke first: "Senior Uncle, when do you plan to set off?"

The other girls also showed concern.

Meeting Young Master was so hard; having to part ways again made them very reluctant.

Of course, the girls were all mature cultivators and did not fuss or whine. They respected Lin Xuan's decision.

"Let's not rush."

Lin Xuan sighed.

As they say, impatience eats hot tofu. Knowing this journey was extremely dangerous, he would not blindly set off; preparations needed to be made for unforeseen circumstances.

Without mentioning else, first and foremost, Lin Xuan had to clarify what the place where true spirits are buried entailed.

After all, it was a new term to him, though one could make some guesses from its meaning.

But guessing was just that—guessing. Who knew if it would be off by a hair?

Given his nature, he certainly would not make such a careless mistake.

Thus, he had to clarify this point.

That was the first reason.

The second reason was that they had finally met; Lin Xuan could not simply take their treasure maps and leave without looking back. That would be bullying the weak, which he definitely would not do.

The Shangguan sisters were his beloved disciples, and Liu Xin and Wu Yun'er treated him with deep affection.

Therefore, Lin Xuan planned to stay for a while to guide them in cultivation.

P.S.: Fellow Daoists are still celebrating the New Year. Phantasy Rain is also very busy today, visiting relatives. But I brought my laptop today; after finally finishing this chapter, I beg for your recommendation votes and monthly tickets!

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