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第四卷 七星岛 第六百二十六章 尸鸦

Originally, the顶尖神 within the ghost path allowed the yin spirit energy to flow smoothly through Lin Xuan's body, nourishing his spiritual power without any hindrance. In fact, it slowly enhanced his spiritual strength.

Perhaps he was a bit lucky. Throughout his journey, he did not encounter any zombies or ghosts. However, he did run into other cultivators. Lin Xuan had not concealed his presence but kept his cultivation level at the middle stage of condensation core. Such power was already quite formidable; naturally, no one would be foolish enough to provoke him, and it was unlikely to attract the attention of those with ulterior motives.

On this ninth day, a dense cloud parted, revealing Lin Xuan's figure. However, his expression was rather impatient. He had indeed encountered many yin veins along the way, but most were of mediocre quality; there was a lack of those exceptional ones.

While he could easily manage to cultivate with these veins, they would be insufficient for breaking through barriers or refining a corpse infant.

Since he had traveled such a long distance, Lin Xuan intended to find the best possible vein. Better safe than sorry.

However, top-grade yin veins were scarce. Even in this cursed land of yin spirits, it was said that only a few existed, and their exact locations remained unclear.

After spending considerable effort gathering information from other regions, the details were still not detailed enough for Lin Xuan.

It seemed he would need to find someone to ask about it.

With this thought, Lin Xuan released his divine sense. With his current cultivation level, he could clearly perceive everything within a hundred miles, but he could easily grasp the overall situation.

Soon, he had his desired results.

Lin Xuan transformed into a black streak of light and vanished from the sky.

In no time, he appeared several dozen miles away, still in an endless desert. However, two small hills stood on the horizon, adding some variation to the otherwise barren landscape.

Unlike the lush green mountains elsewhere, these two hills were covered only with low shrubs and weeds, appearing particularly desolate.

Although the hills were less than a hundred feet high, they formed a spacious valley between them. A few withered old trees stood there, and a group of crows perched on their branches, their unpleasant calls making one's heart restless.

However, these were not ordinary crows; each had a black coat but an extra eye on its forehead.

Though only the size of a soybean, it was pale and lifeless, with no focus at all.

These three-eyed crow monsters originated from peculiar circumstances. Legend said that in ancient times, they were just regular crows. Later, they absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and were gradually corrupted by corpse energy, evolving into what they are now.

Of course, this was merely a legend.

The crows numbered around thirty. The lead one had just entered the first stage, while the others remained in the first stage as well.

In addition to these crow monsters, there were two cultivators in the valley, seemingly a couple. The man was in his thirties and looked rather ordinary. His wife, however, appeared younger with a somewhat refined appearance, though she had several freckles on her face.

Naturally, there would be no peace between cultivators and beasts when they met on the road; a battle was inevitable.

The couple's cultivation levels were negligible. The man was at the late stage of foundation establishment, while his wife was in the early stage. Facing dozens of monsters, their situation was dire, with little hope for survival.

Fortunately, ghost cultivators had some tricks up their sleeves and managed to hold on, but it was a precarious existence.

When Lin Xuan arrived, he saw this scene and felt slightly surprised. He intended to find someone here who could provide more information about the land of yin spirits, as local cultivators would have better knowledge. But unexpectedly, his target turned out to be just two novice foundation establishment cultivators.

With such low cultivation levels, it was impossible for them to know any exceptional veins. Lin Xuan sighed and felt a bit disappointed.

The battle situation rapidly worsened in the short time. Both the couple and the nearby crow monsters were far weaker than Lin Xuan; they could not detect his hidden presence.

"Ha!"

Facing the crows' attack, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and let out an angry roar. His aura surged several times, causing his muscles to bulge, and the veins on his neck stood out like twisted dragons.

Lin Xuan's pupils constricted as he paused his preparations for aid, even showing a look of surprise on his face.

Wasn't there some secret technique in the ghost path that could temporarily boost one’s cultivation at the cost of severe damage to the essence? But such techniques had limited effectiveness. This man seemed to have broken the rules.

He was originally just a foundation establishment cultivator and, according to Lin Xuan's observation, had only recently entered the middle stage.

Under normal circumstances, even if he used a technique that severely damaged his essence, he would at most reach the peak of the middle stage. But right now, his cultivation level had reached the pinnacle of the late stage of foundation establishment.

"Is this..."

Lin Xuan almost thought he was mistaken and showed an odd expression.

A mere novice foundation establishment cultivator actually mastered such a heaven-defying technique; how could it boost him so much?

Curious, Lin Xuan did not rush to intervene. He first observed the situation.

The peak stage was entirely different from the middle stage. The man's cultivation level had skyrocketed, but his skin began to seep with blood. This was normal; cultivators exercised their bodies while meditating, making them stronger and more resilient to handle increased spiritual power.

While a sudden increase in cultivation might be manageable for most, this man’s jump from the middle stage to the peak stage was extraordinary. His entire body's spiritual energy surged several times, and his physical body could barely withstand it, teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Master."

The woman cried out, her husband's eyes flashing with a cruel look as he opened his mouth, expelling large clouds of black mist.

These mists coalesced into a skull about the size of a basin in front of him.

However, Lin Xuan noticed that the skull’s eye sockets were empty; for now, it did not seem to possess any special abilities.

Clearly, this secret technique was something he could not use before due to insufficient spiritual power. Now with enough energy, but lacking practice, it showed some awkwardness.

Facing the man's sudden burst of astonishing strength, the crows' attacks paused momentarily. But soon, under their leader’s command, they resumed their assault, spewing black ghost flames from their mouths.

Though each monster only produced a small amount, when combined, they formed fireballs as big as skulls.

Lin Xuan sighed; although he was not known for his compassion, he did not feel cold-hearted enough to watch these two die. Besides, letting them live served another purpose.

However, before the man could cast any spells, he took another action.

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