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第四卷 七星岛 第六百九十九章 玄凤门

Since then, the cultivation sects that imitated妖族 have gradually declined and are now little known.

After listening to Lin Xuan's explanation, Yue'er frowned in thought. However, she quickly lifted her head with a look of不解 on her face as she spoke: "Young Master is wrong. While imitating the power of the beast races didn't extend their lifespans, the decline of cultivators might have other reasons."

"Ah, how so?" Lin Xuan smiled and replied, impressed by the girl's quick thinking and ability to draw inferences.

"This is obvious," Yue'er combed her hair and wore a confident smile. "Although it failed to achieve its original goal, it did create a new path of cultivation distinct from others. It thrived for nearly ten thousand years, beyond just longevity; there must be other benefits. After the hope of extending lifespan was shattered, decline is understandable, but near extinction seems too extreme."

Lin Xuan nodded in agreement. Yue'er's analysis made sense: "This all stems from the inherent flaws of beast cultivators."

"Flaws? Do their cultivation methods have many weaknesses?"

"No, imitating the power of beasts isn't wrong. In terms of strength, it doesn't fall short of Buddhist, Taoist, Confucian, or demonic techniques. However, there are simply too few beast veins in this world..."

Lin Xuan didn't need to elaborate much; just that one sentence revealed the secret behind the disappearance of beast cultivators. Cultivating beasts required a heavy concentration of beast qi, but human realms had few suitable places for cultivation.

At first, when the sect was newly established and promised extended lifespans, people could endure by increasing their meditation time and taking pills to compensate. After all, base foundation stage cultivators lived for four hundred years—a prospect that was too tempting.

Unfortunately, it was just a beautiful dream. When hope faded, ancient cultivators knew what choices to make; pointless efforts were left to fools only.

As time passed, this once-prosperous sect gradually vanished from the human world.

"Ah, I see." Yue'er nodded in understanding, finally grasping the full story.

That's why it wasn't strange that beast cultivators appeared here. The area seemed to have many beast veins, even ordinary mists contained ample beast qi—perfect for a cultivation paradise.

Meanwhile, as Lin Xuan and Yue'er conversed telepathically, the middle-aged man's situation grew increasingly perilous. His cultivation was only at the mid-base foundation stage; facing a second-tier top-grade monster, he had no chance of defending himself.

Fortunately, his technique wasn't bad, allowing him to hold on for now.

The man was sweating profusely when Lin Xuan approached slowly. He couldn't hide his joy and desperately flew over: "Friend, save me! I am from the Xuanfeng Sect; please help. I will offer a generous reward."

Xuanfeng Sect?

A strange look flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes. It was said that the names of beast cultivator sects often reflected the beasts they imitated.

Phoenixes were dominant even in the spirit realm, so could this sect have any connection to ancient spirits like phoenixes?

Despite his doubts, Lin Xuan maintained a calm demeanor and flicked his fingers, sending several dazzling sword lights that intercepted the monster. With his power comparable to an婴期 expert, dispatching the beast was easy, but he didn't show off.

As they say, great trees attract much wind; in this unfamiliar place, it was wise to keep some cards up his sleeve. Lin Xuan had already taken a hidden spirit pill and used concealment techniques to make his cultivation appear only mid-condensation stage.

Even so, the giant ape was terrified, trying to flee but finding itself trapped by the sword lights, like a fish in a pot.

The middle-aged man sighed in relief as he slowed down and stopped before Lin Xuan: "Junior Zhou Xueheng. Thank you for saving me."

"It's nothing," Lin Xuan waved his hand dismissively. "A small favor; no need for such formalities."

"Thank you." Zhou Xueheng remained respectfully humble, bowing slightly.

"Do I come from the Beast Spirit Island?" he asked.

Beast Spirit Island!

Though he had guessed as much, hearing it confirmed by the other party made Lin Xuan's expression grim. It was indeed that legendary beast sanctuary.

Still, with his composure, Lin Xuan quickly regained his calm: "Yes."

"Ah, that makes sense; Beast Spirit Island cultivators rarely dress like you," Zhou Xueheng smiled.

"Why so? Does this island often have outsiders?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and asked attentively.

"Of course not. You know well that strictly speaking, Beast Spirit Island is no longer fully part of the human world."

Nodding, Lin Xuan recalled ancient texts mentioning that Penglai Mountain, Beast Spirit Island, and Wuzheng River were special realms between the human and spirit worlds.

"I am only a lowly base foundation cultivator with limited knowledge. But I often read books; according to records, every hundred years or so, Beast Spirit Island rips through space, appearing in the human world. If you're lucky, someone like you might be sucked in."

Lin Xuan couldn't help smiling bitterly at this. A one-in-a-century chance—his luck was truly terrible.

Of course, self-pity wouldn't solve anything; now he needed to think about how to leave.

"If you don't mind, please accompany me back. My cultivation is insignificant, but the Xuanfeng Sect is one of the largest forces on Beast Spirit Island," Zhou Xueheng suggested cautiously.

"Alright." Lin Xuan nodded and agreed.

Given that this was a beast sanctuary, danger lurked everywhere. Although he believed his abilities were formidable, he had no interest in adventuring alone. Joining a sect would be ideal, as higher-stage cultivators might provide clues on how to return.

In moments, Lin Xuan made up his mind.

"Great! I'll lead the way; please try to conceal your aura. We need to pass through the Illusory Swamp ahead, where many high-stage beasts are."

As Zhou Xueheng spoke, he emitted heavy beast qi, and Lin Xuan was momentarily stunned. Beast cultivator techniques were indeed impressive—without careful observation, one might mistake him for a beast.

"Sorry for the confusion," Zhou Xueheng said as he transformed into a cloud of beast qi leading the way. Lin Xuan's own flight became indistinct; while he couldn't mimic beast qi, his concealment techniques were confident enough.

Unless facing a transformation-stage monster, it wouldn't be easy to spot him.

After a scan with his divine sense, Zhou Xueheng was impressed as well. The two quickly vanished into the distant horizon.

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