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Regarding this treasure, Lin Ziran cherished it greatly. With a flick of his hand, the fireball transformed into a golden talisman, though its light was slightly dimmer. Carefully, he stowed it away in his storage bracelet before lifting his head to gaze at the young female cultivator ahead.

After decades apart, Ouyang Qinxin still retained her charm and even appeared more beautiful than ever.

Her bright eyes and pearl-like teeth shone like snow on her flawless skin. Every movement exuded an ethereal grace.

Lin Xuan was no longer the inexperienced youth; he had heard many tales of the cultivation world. The light that radiated from this woman likely had something to do with the cultivation technique she practiced.

The Sound Wave Art in Youzhou was a renowned top-grade cultivation method, rumored to rival the Four Divine Beasts Sword Formation of Great White Immortal Sword Sage when pushed to its limits.

However, it wasn't created by the senior ancestors of Bichun Mountain. Like his Nine Heavens Profound Technique, it had been passed down from the ancient era a million years ago.

It was one of the ancient cultivation techniques.

Ancient cultivators' prowess still inspired countless legends today, though many were hearsay. The prosperity of that era undoubtedly far surpassed the present day.

Thus, such ancient cultivation techniques carried immense power and always stirred up bloodshed when they appeared, drawing all major sects into a struggle for possession.

However, the Sound Wave Art was somewhat unique. Bichun Mountain had not expended much effort in acquiring it because its requirements were exceedingly strict.

One needed to possess both lightning and ice attributes as variant spirit roots, and importantly, one must be female.

It was well known that spirit roots fell into five elemental categories—metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Each corresponded to a different cultivation technique.

Yet, there were rare cases where individuals naturally possessed two or three elemental spirit roots, allowing them to practice multiple techniques.

But such people were few; typically, one in several thousand cultivators was lucky enough.

Elemental spirit roots could sometimes change. Water attributes might transform into ice, and metal into lightning. Such variant spirit roots were slightly inferior to divine spirit roots but far superior to ordinary ones. They too occurred in about one out of every several thousand people.

The Sound Wave Art's requirements were truly bizarre; it demanded a spirit root with both lightning and ice attributes simultaneously. The odds of such an occurrence were negligible, though not impossible. After Bichun Mountain obtained the Sound Wave Art, they had kept it unused for millennia until Ouyang Qinxin appeared.

Despite its stringent conditions, once satisfied, the benefits after cultivation were numerous.

Its power was unmatched by ordinary top-grade techniques and only slightly inferior to Lin Xuan's Nine Heavens Profound Technique when both were pushed to their limits. Of course, this referred to mastering both techniques fully.

It also had a rejuvenation effect, which is why Ouyang Qinxin looked perpetually in her twenties despite the years that had passed.

The most miraculous aspect was its 10% bonus during the condensation of an essence core.

One should not underestimate this probability; ordinary condensation period cultivators typically only had a one-in-a-thousand chance of forming their essence cores at the peak of their cultivation.

This is why Ouyang Qinxin was so highly regarded within her sect. With her talent and the Sound Wave Art's effects, she would likely become an essence core cultivator in a century.

Lin Xuan's mind raced with these thoughts before he spoke. "Thank you, Young Master for your assistance. If not for your aid, I might have perished."

"Ah, it is nothing," Lin Xuan replied, bowing slightly as their eyes met. Both felt an odd and inexplicable connection.

For a moment, neither knew what to say. A faint blush appeared on Ouyang Qinxin's face.

"After over two decades apart, my friend, your cultivation has truly advanced. I congratulate you on your Golden Core Formation," Ouyang Qinxin said, breaking the silence with a smile that was both playful and pleased.

"Thank you, it was merely luck." Lin Xuan regained his composure and extended his spirit sense to scan the surroundings. "Ouyang Fairy, we should leave this place quickly; let's find another location to catch up."

"Agreed," Ouyang Qinxin had no objections. The chaos they had caused would surely have drawn attention from various factions.

"Moon."

"Yes, Young Master."

Lin Xuan waved his hand, and Moon transformed into a white light that returned to his sleeve. Ouyang Qinxin's face showed surprise as she opened her mouth but hesitated.

"This little girl is my ghost servant; she has already reached the condensation period," Lin Xuan said nonchalantly.

"Ah, I see. Young Master truly astounds me. To my knowledge, only the Old Demon Sovereign possesses a condensation period ghost servant," Ouyang Qinxin chuckled, her expression filled with admiration.

"It was just luck. Please keep this secret for me; things are too special now, and I don't want to shock the world."

"Rest assured, I will understand."

After saying this, both displayed their abilities, transforming into green and white streaks of light that broke through the air.

Their speed was swift. In a short while, they had flown several hundred miles away before their lights dimmed as they landed on an abandoned hill.

"Hmm, aprohibition?"

Lin Xuan's spirit sense detected something akin to an invisible barrier bouncing back. His face showed surprise.

Ouyang Qinxin smiled and did not explain further. She flicked her wrist, revealing a silver token in her palm.

With a slight wave of her hand, a beam of light shot out from the token and entered the hillside.

Moments later, accompanied by faint rumbling sounds, the scenery before them blurred into view. The greenery was lush and vibrant, with abundant spiritual energy rushing towards them.

Lin Xuan was greatly impressed; this was a illusionary formation he recognized well. However, to conceal such an excellent spirit vein required great effort. After all, they were in occupied territory.

"This is one of Bichun Mountain's branches," Ouyang Qinxin explained with a smile.

Lin Xuan nodded, his expression thoughtful. It seemed the few old monsters indeed had deep plans; Bichun Mountain had established a branch here despite the area being under occupation.

He felt more goodwill towards her for sharing such secrets. Clearly, she regarded him as a friend to confide in.

Just as Lin Xuan was about to speak, several beams of light shot out from the greenery, stopping before them.

Three men and two women, all above the foundation stage, approached with expressions of surprise and joy upon seeing Ouyang Qinxin.

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