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第四百零七章 意外的敌人

"Is that a woman?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback by what Hundred Poison Sage King said. He wondered why he had such thoughts, but the other person continued speaking: "The senior who created this strange medicinal formula was also entangled in love, falling for an ordinary mortal woman. He wanted to help her embark on the path of cultivation. However, it failed. Although this medicine can refine a spirit root, its quality is not high. The person who takes it cannot achieve much."

"But junior heard that nobles' wise men have improved the formula, making it possible to refine good spirit roots," Lin Xuan said, staring into the other's eyes and speaking each word clearly.

"Hmph. I didn't expect you to know so much about our clan affairs. However, tell me honestly, the formula has indeed been improved, but the possibility of refining a good spirit root is extremely low. Old man advises you not to hold any hope."

"Junior isn't stupid; he can distinguish between them. But why does senior keep trying to dissuade me? Is there another purpose?"

"A foolish young man who doesn't know his own good fortune. I just don't want you to be distracted in your cultivation. Since you have made up your mind, old man has nothing more to say. Go from here and turn left. You can see a small house after passing through a passage. There should be some spirit pills."

"Thank senior for your assistance," Lin Xuan was overjoyed inside but did not show it on his face. He bowed to the other person before retreating along the same path.

He moved quickly, having already spent quite some time here. If Primordial Heaven Ancestor returned, he would be in grave danger.

Following Hundred Poison Sage King's instructions, Lin Xuan easily arrived at the stone house after climbing up the stone steps. The interior was simple, with only a stone table and an alms bowl on it.

Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment before reaching out to grab the alms bowl from mid-air. It was sucked into his palm, and he shook it lightly, producing a faint sound. After pouring its contents down, three golden pills appeared in front of him.

Though Lin Xuan had never seen ancient spirit pills, he assumed Hundred Poison Sage King would not lie. He carefully put them away before heading out towards the Heavenly Star Palace.

The journey was mostly smooth, though he encountered several witches. But thanks to his powerful spiritual awareness, he managed to avoid them in time, with no major incidents.

Outside, chaos still reigned, but most of the noise came from the human settlement within Quimoon City. Only a few witches were around the arena, one at the forefront having roughly the same cultivation as Lin Xuan, while the rest were base foundation stage disciples.

Due to the vastness of the area, there was no place to hide, and Lin Xuan was quickly discovered. However, what surprised Lin Xuan was that the other person only glanced his way before retracting their spiritual awareness.

Lin Xuan's prepared lie proved useless.

Why is this happening? Lin Xuan felt quite curious.

After a moment of thought, he guessed the reason.

The chaos in the Moony Clan was caused by ghostly entities. Althoughvast heaven (Hào Tiān) was the Ghost Emperor and could condense his body into a form, there was always a trace of eerie ghost energy lingering on him. Skilled witches would recognize this immediately. Hence, seeing that Lin Xuan was human, they had no reason to doubt him.

Though he understood this, Lin Xuan did not want to linger here for fear of complications. He quickly returned to the inn and transformed back into Loei before doing so.

As he passed through a deserted area, Lin Xuan suddenly raised an eyebrow and moved several feet without any warning.

A crescent-shaped light blade sliced from where his body had been just moments ago, cutting through the sky and vanishing without a trace.

"Hey?"

A cold voice echoed. The person turned to see a tall, thin witch with one eye blind, looking sinister like a venomous snake ready to strike its prey.

His hand was still in mid-air, indicating that his previous attack had been an ambush.

Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he slowly said two words: "Xiao Kun?"

"Didn't expect you to react so quickly and recognize me," Xiao Kun replied. "It seems Dusty Department lost the meeting and is now trying to use underhanded tactics. You're a late-stage condensation core expert, yet you ambushed an inferior junior like me. Aren't you ashamed? And are you not afraid of breaking the iron law that witches cannot privately fight?" Lin Xuan said coldly.

"Hmph. What nonsense about iron laws. If it weren't for those outdated rules, I would have already sought revenge on withered leaf long ago. As for you, I'm just reclaiming some interest. And with the Ghost Emperor stirring things up, even if you die, everyone will think it was his doing. Who would suspect me?" Xiao Kun said with a pleased smile, revealing his true intentions.

"Is that so?" Lin Xuan's expression remained calm. Seeing this, Xiao Kun felt uneasy. How could someone at the late-stage condensation core level appear so confident and unafraid against him?

Could he have some backing?

No, wrong. He was just a base foundation stage witch, completely different from Xiao Kun. Even if he had some tricks up his sleeve, it wouldn't be enough to win. He must be pretending to be calm to buy time.

With this thought, Xiao Kun felt reassured and sneered: "Young man, you don't need to waste your efforts. Dragging out the time is futile. Since I chose to act here, I have confidence that no one will see us."

"Is that so?" Lin Xuan's lips curled into a mocking smile: "I'm relieved after hearing those words. No one coming would be best; no one would suspect me as your killer."

"What?" Xiao Kun was momentarily stunned by this arrogant statement. Was the other person stimulated, losing his wits, thinking he could defeat him, a late-stage condensation core expert?

But in the next moment, shock flashed across his face.

Lin Xuan tapped his storage bag and summoned the Drifting Cloud Falling Snow Sword. The temperature around them suddenly dropped, and snowflakes began to form faintly.

"Treasure!" Xiao Kun stared at Lin Xuan, his eyes wide with horror: "You're a base foundation stage witch? How did you condense your golden core? No… wait, you're not a witch; you're a Qin Clan cultivator."

"Correct answer," Lin Xuan formed hand seals and pointed the celestial sword above him. "Then… you can go to hell now."

With a rumbling sound mixed with thunder, Drifting Cloud Falling Snow Sword suddenly grew larger and longer. In an instant, it transformed into a massive sword over twenty meters long, carrying snowflakes and overwhelming pressure as it sliced towards Xiao Kun.

This attack was shocking in its magnitude. Xiao Kun was taken aback by the suddenness of the situation and could only fight back hastily. He quickly formed his hands into claws.

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