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第三卷 幽州乱 第四百二十四章 元婴与天大的好处

"Hmph, a Condensation Core cultivator. Their abilities are nothing to write home about."

With an old-fashioned voice, the light dispersed, revealing the true identity of the culprit. However, everyone was left speechless and their expressions were bizarre.

It turned out to be a small stone roughly the size of a fist.

The stone was pale blue in color, unremarkable at first glance. But it contained fire attribute essence qi that was astonishingly powerful.

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed as he vaguely sensed something but couldn't quite grasp it clearly. He frowned and pondered deeply.

But everyone else was stunned. The hairless cultivator and the female cultivator exchanged glances. Since they had already formed a Golden Core, they were well-traveled individuals. But such things were unheard of.

A stone that could speak and kill?

Just as they couldn't believe it, something unexpected happened. The stone emitted a bright light and separated into a small figure.

With a tiger-like head, about three or four inches tall, completely naked, it looked like a child but had an extremely fierce expression.

"What... What is this thing?"

The female cultivator's face paled as she grew fearful. This strange little figure resembled the core of a cultivator in legends.

Could it be that some old monster came to the fallen region to seek treasures and unfortunately lost its physical body, leaving only its core sealed?

If so, their situation would be dire.

Without a physical body, the opponent might attempt soul transmigration.

Soul transmigration was a special technique for Core Formation cultivators that harmed oneself but benefited another. Once a cultivator reached the Core Formation stage, deaths became rare. Even if things went badly, the core could escape alone.

Of course, without a physical body, it wouldn't work. So ancient cultivators created this vicious technique of devouring others' essence and occupying a lower-stage cultivator's body.

Fortunately, such behavior was against heaven and earth, so there were limitations. Each soul transmigration would decrease the core's cultivation significantly, and only those with inferior spiritual roots could be targeted.

Even if successful, it would greatly harm future cultivation. So Core Formation cultivators wouldn't do this unless absolutely necessary.

Could they really be that unlucky?

Remembering that soul transmigration was a taboo spell, easily arousing collective anger, even if done by a Core Formation cultivator, those who witnessed it would likely be killed to cover up the incident.

Thinking of this, the ghost dao female cultivator's eyes flashed with deep fear. Even without a physical body, the opponent was far beyond their match.

She flashed away, turning into a black streak toward the sky.

"Trying to run? There won't be any such luck."

The strange little figure sneered and spat out a flame from its cheek.

Of course, the female cultivator wouldn't sit idly by. She took out a talisman and slapped it on her body, then recited a spell quickly with her lips.

Instantly, dark winds and thick black fog enveloped her.

This defensive method was impressive.

But the little figure's face showed a mocking expression.

The flames instantly hit, causing those black mists to ignite. The female cultivator's terrified and agonizing screams filled the air in just a few seconds until she turned to ashes.

Such power wasn't ordinary flame.

Other cultivators who still had doubts about the little figure now recognized it as the infamous阴火 (yīn huǒ) — soul-searing flames.

Lin Xuan, however, raised an eyebrow. He seemed to have discovered something but then frowned again.

He already had a hunch, but he needed to confirm before making a decision.

If true, this would be dangerous, but the opportunity would be immense.

But others were far from calm and composed. Seeing the female cultivator fall, they were nearly paralyzed with fear, no longer daring to resist. They scattered like birds fleeing a predator, hoping their luck would hold out.

The hairless cultivator's face was pale as he realized his predicament. Not only had he failed to find any treasures, but now he resembled a dog running from its master.

Many of his disciples and apprentices might fall in the process.

But now, all he could hope for was that he could escape.

Fortunately, he had some confidence on this point. Among the remaining people, his cultivation level was the highest, and his Wind Attribute technique gave him an edge over other cultivators at the same stage.

Almost instantaneously, he fled more than ten miles away.

Just as he felt a bit relieved, a light streak shot past from behind, its speed twice that of his.

Amidst the red glow, the little figure with a sinister expression blocked his path.

The hairless cultivator's face changed rapidly between red and white before adopting a servile demeanor. Kneeling in mid-air, he repeatedly begged: "Senior, spare my life! Senior, spare my life!"

The little figure showed no mercy. It sneered, grabbed its hand, and conjured a ball of flame out of thin air.

The hairless cultivator's face turned pale as he tried to resist but was too late. His treasure couldn't be summoned in time; all he managed was a weak protective barrier.

With a loud crash, it emitted several mournful cries before turning into a fireball. The little figure sighed with relief and even showed signs of fatigue on its face.

But suddenly, it became alert and looked to the left side cautiously.

A patch of green light shot over, snatched his storage bag from the flames, and disappeared.

"This person is indeed pitifully dead. If he hadn't been so cowardly, relying on that top-grade ancient treasure, although not guaranteed to win, self-preservation should have been possible."

With a faint voice, the green light returned to a young man with an ordinary appearance. He took out the small gourd from his storage bag and looked pleased.

In contrast, the little figure scrutinized this young man warily, just like the three who had fallen before him. This youth was also at the late Core Formation stage, but for some reason, the little figure sensed a great threat from him.

"Who are you? What audacity to come here! Are you looking for death?"

"Looking for death?" The young man smiled, revealing his white teeth: "Lin某 doesn't have such an interest. You don't need to pretend superiority in front of me. Those fools might mistake you for the Core Formation cultivator who was destroyed, but Lin某 isn't that foolish. How laughable! Such a great opportunity, those idiots let it slip through their fingers out of fear, and now you've reaped what they sowed. This huge benefit will be mine alone."

Lin Xuan's words were confusing, yet the little figure's face changed drastically. Its gaze towards Lin Xuan no longer showed arrogance but instead an intense sense of vigilance.

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