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第三千九百四十九章 冒牌仙人

Swift as a hawk striking a rabbit, the entire process unfolded without any trace of chaos. It was like flowing clouds and water, perfectly natural to Lin Xuan. Even though his power was suppressed here, dealing with an insignificant婴期 cultivator would be no effort at all for him.

However, how could these cultivators know? They couldn't even discern the depth of Lin Xuan's strength. The shock from this scene was immense, causing their expressions to become increasingly respectful.

"Report to Senior, we are true servants of True Immortal Feathersilk. Our ancestors have resided here for generations."

A woman in her twenties stepped forward through the crowd. She was the most advanced among them, at late元婴中期, just one step away from reaching the final stage.

She wore a red outfit, a style Lin Xuan had never seen before, quite ancient and simple.

"True Immortal Feathersilk's true servants, residing here for generations."

Lin Xuan was overjoyed upon hearing this. A heavy stone in his heart had finally been lifted. Heaven truly treated him kindly; with their guidance, finding Yue'er would be much easier.

Though he thought so, Lin Xuan did not immediately inquire about the two women's whereabouts. Having weathered storms in the cultivation world, Lin Xuan was far from losing his composure.

His expression remained extremely calm: "True Immortal Feathersilk's true servants, why are there only a few of you?"

This statement seemed profound and mysterious, as if Lin Xuan knew everything about True Immortal Feathersilk. Indeed, the cultivators present couldn't help but show even greater respect on their faces, perhaps already considering him an immortal.

While this sounded absurd, it wasn't entirely unfounded. After all, Lin Xuan was a late-stage渡劫 cultivator who had mastered domains and far surpassed his peers. Though not yet a true immortal, the difference was too subtle for mere元婴 cultivators to discern.

Having mistaken Lin Xuan as an immortal, these cultivators dared not harbor any other thoughts. The red-robed woman quickly stepped forward: "Report to Immortal Sir, our clan is not just us; we came out to hunt. Unbeknownst to us, we encountered this stone spirit demon. If it weren't for your timely assistance, we would have..."

"It's nothing. I have an old acquaintance with True Immortal Feathersilk. Today, I sought him but found no trace. Since fate brought us together, there is no reason not to save the dying."

Lin Xuan's smile echoed in their ears. With his deep-seated wisdom, he easily lied without batting an eye: "Since your friend isn't here, lead me to your settlement."

"Yes!"

Though Lin Xuan didn't specify what he wanted, low-ranking cultivators dared not refuse an immortal. They hurriedly led the way.

Thus, Lin Xuan put on a grand demeanor. On the journey, he casually asked questions about Yue'er and Xiao Di's whereabouts, but they knew nothing.

Lin Xuan was undeterred; if these people didn't know, his clan might.

In any case, they would arrive at their destination first.

With their guidance, there were no further obstacles on the way. After several hours, Lin Xuan arrived in a deep mountain with them.

Surrounded by towering ancient trees, the nearby仙灵气 seemed more abundant. Along the way, Lin Xuan probed and learned about these true servants' origins.

As the name suggested, they were servants of immortals. Legend had it that their ancestors originally came from a small village in the spirit realm, ordinary mortals for generations.

One day, disaster struck, but True Immortal Feathersilk descended from heaven to save them.

Lin Xuan was astounded by this tale; such an encounter seemed too fantastical. After saving these mortals, instead of leaving, he moved their entire village to a small spirit domain and made them his subjects to cultivate and rest.

It had been millions of years since then.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's expression changed dramatically. Even with his deep-seated wisdom, he couldn't fathom why True Immortal Feathersilk would do such a thing.

An immortal could find suitable servants among cultivators; why choose ordinary mortals?

Though puzzled, Lin Xuan did not dwell on the matter. "How did you become cultivators? Was it because your descendants developed spirit roots?"

"Not exactly. The environment in our small spirit domain gradually changes us over time, allowing us to develop spirit roots."

Mu Qing, the woman, added with a hint of pride: "Why does Immortal Sir ask this question? Did not the small spirit domain you created work similarly?"

"Indeed, each immortal's spirit realm is unique. Besides, I did not allow mortals to visit my spirit realm."

Lin Xuan's explanation was convincing, easily dispelling any doubts among the cultivators.

However, deep down, he was amazed. He too lacked a spirit root and had relied on hard work and later the Blue Star Sea and Moon Clan's sacred fruit to develop one. Only Lin Xuan knew how risky it had been.

These people, however, simply needed to stay in their small spirit domain and naturally developed spirit roots without any effort.

Such a claim would surely make ordinary mortals envious. Immortals truly possessed extraordinary means.

Through conversation, Lin Xuan understood what the small spirit domain entailed. No wonder this place was so vast; I knew it! A single cave could never reach such a level.

"Did you come down from the true immortal realm to find True Immortal Feathersilk?"

After traveling for so long and finding Lin Xuan amiable, Mu Qing bravely spoke up.

"Yes, indeed, I came specifically. But I don't know where my old friend went."

Continuing his lie, he added: "The juniors are unaware; we were born here, and the legend of True Immortal Feathersilk is passed down by our elders. Only the Great Elder might have some information about our master."

Mu Qing's words echoed in Lin Xuan's ears, causing him to feel a surge of interest in this small spirit domain.

Of course, he was more concerned about Yue'er's whereabouts.

Lin Xuan believed that finding these true servants would yield results. However, before the thought could fully form, a loud explosion rang out ahead. A faint light flickered, and flames seemed to burn fiercely.

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