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第三千九百五十章 冤家路窄

Phosphorescent light suddenly halted!

Although the distance was still considerable, his divine sense couldn't probe it yet. But without asking, he knew for sure that the tribe must have encountered danger.

The faces of several young cultivators turned pale all at once.

Then they collectively pleaded with Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan had only claimed to be a true immortal out of convenience to extract information. However, none of them doubted him. Throughout their journey, Lin Xuan had been exceptionally calm and peaceful. Seeing the tribe in danger now, they naturally turned to this true immortal for help.

"Please have mercy on us!"

...

The pleading voices echoed around him.

Of course, Lin Xuan couldn't ignore it.

He was originally planning to ask these divine servants about Mo'er's whereabouts. Emotionally and logically, he couldn't let them be exterminated by others.

"Alright, I'll go check."

Before his words were fully spoken, a faint green glow enveloped him as he shot forward towards the front.

Earlier, he had deliberately slowed down his speed of teleportation. Now, with full force, it was truly like instant movement. In just an instant, he arrived near the scene.

The mountains surrounded a vast valley, covering countless acres. At this moment, even with his divine sense, he couldn't see where the end of the valley was located.

Many buildings resembling琼楼玉宇 (jade pavilions and jade palaces) could be vaguely seen within the valley. The style was vastly different from that of the spirit realm, appearing grand and ancient.

Clearly, this place was the abode of the divine servants' tribe.

But at this moment, it was filled with blood and fire; they had been attacked.

The enemy wasn't many—only one.

However, his strength was off the charts. Even several elders couldn't defeat him, leaving the rest nearly hopeless.

"Thud!"

A muffled sound echoed, followed by splashes of blood in the air.

A short, plump elder fell from mid-air. Although he didn't die immediately, his injuries were severe enough to indicate that he was no longer able to fight.

"Senior Elder!"

A cry came from the crowd, a tall man with a bald head and bare feet emerging. His demeanor was formidable, and his cultivation level was quite impressive—reaching the peak of the Spirit Formation stage.

Even in the Three Realms, such strength wouldn't be considered weak. However, facing this enemy, it was like sending a lamb to a tiger's den; he was defeated almost instantly.

"Such fools, without fear of death."

The figure in mid-air waved his hand as if swatting flies. A powerful force struck the tall man, pushing him away with no chance of resistance.

"Uncle Zhang."

A cry came from afar, Mu Qing, a woman beside Lin Xuan. The figure in mid-air turned his head: "There are still stragglers? Hmph, moths to a flame. Thinking that bringing some reinforcements would scare me off..."

But before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened as if he had seen something unbelievable.

On the other side, Lin Xuan also widened his eyes.

Almost thinking he was mistaken, but in this world, were there truly such similar people?

Clearly not.

Lin Xuan blinked hard.

A middle-aged man of about forty hovered before him. He wore a brocade robe and jade belt, with a high crown made of green jade on his head. His long beard flowed gently in the breeze; his bearing was indeed extraordinary.

At first glance, he looked like a king or lord from the secular world.

Count Tianyuan!

It was this guy.

Lin Xuan was initially shocked but quickly replaced his expression with surprise.

Although the events were distant, cultivators' memories were unparalleled. Furthermore, Lin Xuan had narrowly escaped death at the hands of this fellow, making such an indelible experience that he couldn't possibly forget it.

But how could this guy be a notorious rat in the street and appear here?

Even if he侥幸 (fortunately) didn't perish, how could his strength have advanced to the late Tribulation Transcending stage?

This was illogical.

Why had he appeared here—by chance or with some sinister plot?

With these thoughts, Lin Xuan's face turned grim.

But he didn't dwell on it for long.

Regardless of Count Tianyuan's experiences over the years or why he came here, one thing remained unchanged: they were enemies.

Since that was the case, there was no need to think too much. He could simply kill him cleanly and decisively.

Thoughts raced through Lin Xuan’s mind as a hint of killing intent emanated from his body.

He raised his head, meeting Count Tianyuan's grim face. A hint of viciousness flashed in his eyes; their thoughts were the same.

Indeed, Count Tianyuan also wanted to kill Lin Xuan.

He hated Lin Xuan to the core and hadn't acted because he was curious about why he had gone out. He never expected such a huge opportunity to arise.

A true immortal's dwelling place! No, it should be a small realm of immortals.

Although he didn’t know the background of True Immortal Feathers, his ability to read people’s expressions was still there. This True Immortal Feathers was definitely more formidable than the one who had attempted to possess him before.

Since that was so, how could he possibly pass up on his treasures?

It turned out that he wasn't alone in entering this place; Lin Xuan might also obtain a treasure. Count Tianyuan had long wanted to eliminate him but didn’t know where he was. Now that they met by chance, although it was somewhat unexpected, it suited his purpose.

He wished to seize the opportunity and kill Lin Xuan.

The two of them were in perfect agreement, both wearing faint smirks on their faces.

"Count Tianyuan, long time no see."

"I, Lin, will extract your soul and refine your essence."

Their conversation was naturally intense.

Hearing the other's tone, Lin Xuan remained calm on the surface but grew cautious. After all, Count Tianyuan’s advancement speed was too fast; perhaps he had some significant fortune over the years. Still, Lin Xuan didn't believe he could outmatch him, so this caution merely reminded himself to be more careful when acting.

While these thoughts raced through his mind, Count Tianyuan made a move.

He raised his right hand but didn’t summon any treasure. A green ring adorned his finger, its design ordinary at first glance, indistinguishable from common jewelry. However, as he took it out, Lin Xuan sensed danger.

A cryptic incantation entered his ears. Count Tianyuan’s face turned serious as the ring emitted a magical glow, absorbing nearby divine energy.

"Divine Mansion's Precious Treasure!"

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted. For an ordinary Tribulation Transcender, this might not have been recognized, but he knew it well.

But how could the other possess such a treasure?

After all, even his own life-bonded treasures had only a chance of becoming a divine mansion’s precious treasure. Currently, there was still a long way to go. Where did Count Tianyuan get this divine mansion's precious treasure from?

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