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第三卷 幽州乱 第五百一十五章 弄巧成拙

### Cultivation to Immortality

#### Chapter 515: Overthinking Backfires

The Heavenly Moon Ring was a dual-elemental magic treasure with both ice and fire attributes. Its power far exceeded what Lin Xuan had expected, making him very satisfied. There was no need for him to seek out anything else.

After all, unlike ancient treasures, spirit artifacts required the nourishment of one's soul to gradually increase their strength. Greed only led to failure; having just one would suffice.

However, Lin Xuan knew that the rare Phantom Cold Iron was indeed scarce. Although it wasn't as powerful as Southern Bright Separating Fire, there weren't many places in this world where such a treasure could be found.

Though Tian Xiaojian was the young master of the Demonic Sect, his status was highly revered. But being able to forge such a magic treasure indicated he had some unique good fortune.

Lin Xuan's knowledge and insight were unparalleled. His guess was indeed not far off.

The saying "misfortune may be an actual blessing" applied perfectly to Tian Xiaojian. During the quest at the Azure Leaf Immortal Mine, Lin Xuan went with Ye Ru's father. The extremely demonic young master somehow transformed himself into a member of the Liu family through some unknown trickery.

Later, in the mine pit, he fought a giant python beast. He triggered the禁制 and activated an ancient teleportation array. Both Lin Xuan and the giant snake were sucked inside. Tian Xiaojian, as a first-rate warlord, also took the risk to enter but was unfortunately too late; the entrance had shrunk.

In desperation, he used secret techniques to expand it, entering successfully. However, this destroyed the teleportation array. He didn't reach the Immortal Realm but instead teleported to the far north.

Upon appearing, he was immediately surrounded by several formidable beasts.

The rakish young master of demons was truly in a dire situation.

Tian Xiaojian cursed loudly, yet he had no choice but to muster his spirit and fight the beasts fiercely.

Misfortune and fortune go hand in hand. Good luck and fate are indeed mysterious things. Tian Xiaojian suffered greatly while trapped in that bitterly cold northern region but later encountered another stroke of good fortune.

Not only did he obtain Phantom Cold Iron, but he also consumed a type of ancient spirit liquid. Otherwise, with his holy spirit root and prestigious status, he wouldn't have been able to advance so quickly as Lin Xuan by treating pills like food; it would take much longer.

Lin Xuan's expression remained calm, though his mind was racing with thoughts.

However, he had no foolish idea of taking advantage of the situation. Tian Xiaojian wasn't an ordinary cultivator. He didn't have the confidence to kill this demonic young master. If he escaped, that would be a problem.

Moreover, there was no grudge between them; it wouldn't make sense for him to antagonize someone without reason.

In fact, Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian had no conflicting interests. On the contrary, they shared some mutual respect.

But why should the demonic young master be alone here? Why not with the Extreme Demon Sovereign?

These thoughts made Lin Xuan's heart tighten as he quickly released his divine sense. Fortunately, there were no signs of any婴 cultivators within a dozen miles; he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, both sides noticed the unexpected arrival of Lin Xuan.

Their reactions were vastly different. The three cultivators opened their mouths as if to call for help. Although Lin Xuan's appearance was unremarkable, they didn't seem like members of the Demonic Sect. With one condensation period cultivator joining in, perhaps the tide could turn in their favor.

On the other side, when Tian Xiaojian saw Lin Xuan, he first froze before exclaiming happily and waving his hand: "Big Brother, you're here too."

"Brother,"

The three cultivators heard this.

They suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an icy pit, shivering with cold. They also looked puzzled; the Extreme Demon Sovereign only had one beloved disciple; no one had ever heard of a young master having any brothers.

Who was this mysterious figure?

"Hey, you're Lin Xuan! When did Spirit Medicine Mountain ally itself with the Demonic Sect?" A voice, slightly hoarse, rang out. The tone was filled with surprise.

Lin Xuan turned his head to see the cultivator wearing Daoist robes on his left side. He was tall but had a scar on his face, making him look particularly terrifying.

"Do you recognize me?" Lin Xuan glanced at him, his voice calm.

"Indeed. I am Broad Successor of the Jade Clear Temple. I once came to your sect to refine medicinal pills and happened to catch a glimpse of the young master. But I never expected that you would be involved with cultivation magic," the Daoist's voice contained a hint of resentment. His older brother had died at the hands of cultivation magic.

"Jade Clear Temple?" Lin Xuan smiled slightly, if he remembered correctly, it should have been a branch of Ling Yao Mountain; a typical force of orthodox power.

"Correct. I never expected Young Master Lin to be acquainted with this little demon and on such good terms. According to what we know, Spirit Medicine Mountain has no dealings with the Demonic Sect,"

Lin Xuan's lips curled in a mocking smile as he said slowly: "Thank you for your kind offer, but there is one thing you didn't understand. I do indeed know Tian Xiaojian well, and our relationship runs deep. He always calls me by that name."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lin Xuan's expression turned grim. With a wave of his sleeve, the Drifting Cloud Falling Snow Sword emerged, stretching out to lightly tap it. Immediately, several dazzling sword lights split off from its tip. This technique was something Lin Xuan had recently learned and was related to the death of Zhang Taibai.

This fellow might be lacking in character but was one of the top few sword cultivators in the Azure State. Transforming swords into threads was a marvel. Lin Xuan had gained much by fighting him to the death.

Without further ado, manipulating the Drifting Cloud Falling Snow Sword brought about several changes. One such change was this separation of light.

"Go."

With a soft command from Lin Xuan, the sword lights quivered and doubled in number, blindingly fast like a storm of snowflakes, rushing towards the three cultivators.

Lin Xuan vaguely understood the intent behind it but regretted that he had foolishly threatened him. He didn't intend to antagonize the demonic young master; couldn't they keep their secrets?

It was clear that this fellow's cleverness backfired. Seeing the dazzling light before his eyes, his face turned pale with shock and anger: "You."

"Thank you, Big Brother, for your help," Tian Xiaojian's voice was filled with joy. However, Lin Xuan noticed from the corner of his eye that he secretly activated an ancient treasure and retreated several steps. It seemed he had some reservations about him.

Tian Xiaojian was still inexperienced; he couldn't have imagined that his actions would backfire so badly. Broad Successor thought to himself.

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