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第六章 神秘峡谷

Exiting the Flying Cloud Pavilion, Lin Xuan found himself in a deserted area. The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by a grim expression, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

He stood there for a moment, silent and contemplative. Elder Ma had left an indelible impression on him. For now, he wouldn't make any moves, but once he grew stronger...

Footsteps reached his ears, indicating someone was approaching. Lin Xuan's expression brightened instantly as the gloom vanished. When he looked up, his face was calm and unremarkable.

"Haha, did you know that waste of talent named Lin Xuan got two bottles of waste pills?"

"What's so surprising about that? A commoner without a spirit root is allowed to take divine medicines made from earth treasures—waste pills suit him just fine," the other person mocked mercilessly. He paid no heed to the fact that the person they were talking about was right there.

...

Lin Xuan, as if he hadn't heard them, continued walking past them with a calm expression. A man of great deeds cannot act on impulse; acting out of passion is foolishness, not bravery. He would bear what others couldn't endure and record these insults for later.

The most important thing now was to focus on cultivation. Strength was the ultimate measure. Originally, he planned to use Essence Cleansing Pills to break through the bottleneck of his second-layer technique. But looking at the waste pills in his hand, Lin Xuan fell silent before turning towards Drifting Cloud Valley's outer area.

Without the aid of pills, relying solely on his ordinary abilities and efforts from Heart Refinement Path, breaking through would be difficult. After considering it carefully, Lin Xuan decided to take a chance.

Near the main sect was a small canyon with an entrance hidden away, rarely visited by people. He had stumbled upon this place accidentally, where he occasionally found rare herbs.

Although the odds were slim, Lin Xuan had encountered such opportunities before. Besides spirit pills, some thousand-year-old herbs could also help enhance his cultivation.

After carefully weighing his options, this was his best chance to quickly advance to the second layer of the灵动期 (nimble period). Even if he didn't find any herbs, there would be no loss. After making these calculations in his mind, Lin Xuan left Drifting Cloud Valley.

Once outside the sect's range, Lin Xuan did not immediately head for the canyon but wandered around aimlessly for a while to ensure no one was following him. The hidden canyon occasionally yielded valuable herbs, so he didn't want anyone else to know about it.

After an hour of wandering, Lin Xuan confirmed that no one was paying attention and quietly left the main path, ducking into a secluded alleyway. After several twists and turns, he arrived at the hidden canyon.

The area was filled with vibrant colors as wildflowers bloomed on the ground, and the air was fragrant. It was such a beautiful scene. But Lin Xuan wasn't here for sightseeing; he began searching carefully to see if there were any herbs that could boost his cultivation.

Time passed silently, but Lin Xuan found nothing. He didn’t let this discourage him and continued searching in a small area.

Suddenly, faint voices reached his ears. Lin Xuan paused, then without hesitation, ducked into the nearby bushes.

A red light approached from afar, followed by a "thud" as two people landed in the canyon not far from where Lin Xuan was hiding.

"Master, are you alright with your injuries?" A young woman's voice, filled with concern.

Through the gaps in the grass, Lin Xuan saw they were wearing Drifting Cloud Valley attire. They were members of his sect, but he didn't reveal himself; better to avoid unnecessary complications and observe them.

"Cough, I can still hold on. Yan'er, are we close to Drifting Cloud Valley?" A weak voice replied.

"Master, don’t worry. We’re only a few miles from the sect, and our enemies won’t dare follow us."

"That’s good." The weak voice seemed relieved, as if seriously injured.

"Master, let's rest for a bit."

With the sound of rustling clothes, the woman helped the injured person sit against a tree. Due to his angle, Lin Xuan could clearly see their faces.

"No wonder I felt so familiar."

The man sitting on the ground appeared to be around forty years old with three long strands of beard. He should have had an air of a Taoist sage, but his pale face and bloodstained chest made Lin Xuan shudder.

Zhang Yu—the instructor who taught them Qi Shield Technique just half a month ago—was said to be at the middle-stage foundation level, one of the sect’s guardians.

And that woman was Zhou Yan, his senior by several years. Although they were peers, she was a powerhouse in the灵动期 (nimble period) with full mastery, ranking among the top three young disciples. If nothing went wrong, she might succeed in foundation cultivation within a few years.

These two were important figures of the sect; why did they appear so disheveled and skittish as if fleeing from enemies?

Moreover, their expressions suggested they were on high alert, like birds that had just escaped an arrow. Within the sect's territory, there was no need for such caution. Could it be that they had some secret they didn’t want others to know about?

In a few seconds, Lin Xuan pieced together these thoughts and became even more cautious. If his opponents indeed had a big secret and he happened to stumble upon it, they would likely kill him to cover their tracks. The cultivation world was harsh and ruthless; Lin Xuan did not want to fall victim to unexpected misfortune.

Facing an intermediate-stage master uncle and a senior in the full mastery of the灵动期 (nimble period), even with injuries, they could easily kill him like crushing an ant.

After correctly assessing both parties' strengths, Lin Xuan held his breath and dared not breathe. He only hoped that after resting for a moment, they would leave quickly.

"Eh, someone!"

Zhou Yan's low cry startled Lin Xuan. Had she discovered him? Before he could react, another scream echoed.

"You… you ambushed me?" The voice was filled with fear and anger, tinged with disbelief: "Why?"

"Hmph, Master, it’s useless to struggle. This golden chain is yours; you should know its power. With your current condition, you can only muster about twenty percent of your strength—there's no way out," Lin Xuan said coldly.

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