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第四卷 七星岛 第六百四十三章 辣手灭敌

Winter gave way to spring, and time passed swiftly. Before Lin Xuan knew it, another year had come around.

Lin Xuan's cultivation was going smoothly. After more than three hundred days of refining, the form of his demonic infant had finally stabilized completely.

The golden core had also grown to its limit. Now, if he wished, he could begin condensing his essence soul at any time. Of course, there was a prerequisite: he needed sufficient Heaven Dust Pills.

Therefore, before finding a place where he could refine this divine herb, Lin Xuan decided to take a break for now. After all, he wasn't yet a hundred years old, and there was no need to rush into condensing his essence soul.

Either do it or don't; but if you do, make sure you have full confidence. Lin Xuan didn't want to fail and have to start over. Besides, he had other things to attend to—fusing the corpse infant first.

Just as he was thinking this, Lin Xuan suddenly noticed a flicker in his brow. Two powerful auras were rapidly approaching.

Condensation Core cultivators!

They were still several miles away from the island, but their target was clearly here.

Lin Xuan's expression darkened. Such a remote and perilous place; with the outer marshes full of dangers, who could have dared to venture in?

Could it be... Ning Family cultivators?

It had been a while since he exterminated their old patriarch. They hadn't contacted him at all, which was strange considering how long it had been.

Of course, Lin Xuan wasn't in the mood to investigate further. He vanished from his spot with a flash of movement.

"Senior Brother, our old patriarch said he needed about a year for his seclusion. It's already been nearly thirty days, and there hasn't been any word," said a cultivator dressed in gray robes, his face filled with concern.

"Humph! I don't know where you've been, but neither the old patriarch nor the young master has contacted the family in a long time. Something must have happened," said another cultivator, who was similarly dressed but wore red clothes.

"Something went wrong? No way, our old patriarch successfully transformed into a Corpse Devil and is stronger than an early-stage Essence Soul cultivator. Moreover, with the corpse aura marshes, his abilities are enhanced. Unless it's the Demon Obscure Sect's sect master or the Great Elder of the Vast Righteous Sect, who else could harm him?"

"True," said the red-clothed cultivator, nodding but looking serious. "But I heard that the old patriarch had some setbacks while refining the Heavenly Corpse Avatar Technique and was forced to remain in the corpse aura marshes until he advanced to mid-stage Essence Soul before breaking through."

"I'm afraid..."

He trailed off, his voice lowering. The gray-clothed cultivator was alarmed: "Senior Brother, are you worried that our old patriarch is too impatient and might break through the barrier prematurely?"

"Indeed," said the red-clothed cultivator with deep concern. Just as he was about to speak, something caught his attention, and a fierce expression appeared on his face. He shouted, "Who? Which one of you dares to eavesdrop on us?"

Before he could finish, a green light descended from the sky. The beam stretched from heaven to earth, its power overwhelming. Even the condensation core cultivators felt an immense pressure that made them fall.

"What is this?" they exclaimed in shock, their magical energy flowing nonstop as they managed to stabilize themselves.

Both of them had serious expressions, and a hint of fear was visible on their faces.

This spiritual pressure and aura—could it be an Essence Soul cultivator?

But the old patriarch lived here; where could he have gone?

A bad feeling gnawed at them. As the saying went, one mountain couldn't hold two tigers. If another Essence Soul elder appeared, had the old patriarch been killed?

They were shocked and angry but didn't show any disrespect on their faces. Instead, they bowed deeply with a smile.

"Junior does not know that Senior is residing here; we inadvertently intruded without meaning to. Please do not take it amiss," said the red-clothed cultivator, bowing low as he secretly observed Lin Xuan's reaction.

Unfortunately for him, his pretense was in vain.

Lin Xuan had been hiding nearby and had heard their entire conversation clearly. He knew they were Ning Family cultivators.

"Dead to rights, still trying to talk your way out," Lin Xuan said with a sneer.

The two understood the severity of their situation and exchanged glances: "Run!"

They transformed into different colored streaks of light, shooting in opposite directions.

Their goal was simple—divide and run. While it made them easier targets for individual attacks, facing an Essence Soul elder meant they had no chance even if they joined forces. It would be better to split up and rely on luck; perhaps one could escape.

Their plan seemed sound but was overly naive.

Lin Xuan's current cultivation was already superior to that of early-stage Essence Soul elders.

With a cold laugh, he raised his right hand and flicked his middle finger. Several green sword qi shot out from his sleeve.

"Go!"

Lin Xuan pointed with his index finger, and the sword qi condensed into a line, streaking like lightning toward the red-clothed cultivator's rear.

The speed was incredible; in an instant, it had reached him.

He was afraid and quickly cast a talisman. The burning talisman transformed into a golden spherical light that enveloped him.

"Turns out you have a Golden Talisman. The Ning Family must be quite wealthy."

Lin Xuan became interested. He could test his current abilities now; this was a gold-typed earth-stage talisman, known for its defensive capabilities and worth thousands of crystals.

With a mental command, the sword light accelerated even more, slicing through with force.

In an instant, green and golden lights flickered, and after several seconds, a clear explosion rang out. The protective barrier broke, but the sword qi vanished.

Lin Xuan's face showed satisfaction. If it had been a year ago, without a magical treasure, he might not have broken through this earth-stage protective shield with just sword qi. It seemed his abilities had improved significantly after refining the demonic infant.

"Senior, spare my life."

The red-clothed cultivator fell to his knees. He knew he couldn't escape; in terms of fear of death, he was on par with the Ning Family's young master.

Lin Xuan wasn't lenient and sent a sword light that ended his life.

Meanwhile, the gray-robed cultivator had fled more than ten miles away. His abilities were inferior to his brother's, but his evasion skills were his strength.

He couldn't afford any delays; the enemy was an Essence Soul elder. As long as he didn't escape the marshes, he wasn't safe. The old patriarch likely perished, and this was troublesome. He needed to quickly inform the family head and discuss a strategy.

As he pondered gloomily, a terrifying spiritual pressure descended from the sky. A light ball appeared several feet ahead.

Lin Xuan was visible inside.

"Run, where can you go?"

Lin Xuan's face was full of amusement. Since they were here, there was only one path... to the Netherworld!

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