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第四卷 七星岛 第七百三十九章 议论与猜测

A flash of white light, and Lin Xuan had vanished from his original spot.

In the next moment, he appeared in a level three teleportation array. The trading session was still bustling as usual here; since this third layer was an independent space created by ancient cultivators with great divine techniques, no one outside knew about the shocking incident that just occurred.

"Ah, friend, you've come out."

The cultivator guarding the teleportation array glanced at Lin Xuan, his expression indifferent.

Lin Xuan nodded. Suddenly, a streak of green swordlight shot out from his mouth.

"What are you doing?"

The cultivator was alarmed and hastily retreated. A satisfied look appeared on Lin Xuan's face as he waved his sleeve, sending a patch of greenishsunset glow light flying out.

Rumbling sounds filled the air; seven or eight teleportation arrays were completely destroyed.

Lin Xuan didn't linger but transformed into a streak of startling light, heading to another corner of the grand hall.

That corner led to level one. Several cultivators guarding there noticed the commotion and, in their anger, each activated their treasures. Some even sent out transmission talismans with quick hand gestures.

Lin Xuan had no time to dally here. He extended his arm and slapped his waist, releasing a strange gray-white fog.

In the midst of the fog, an eerie humanoid figure could be vaguely seen. A terrifying aura descended from the sky.

A zombie monster, and it was at the stage of primordial spirit!

The faces of those cultivators showed disbelief as their bodies stiffened involuntarily.

At this level, such a creature wasn't something they could handle.

Lin Xuan had no interest in indiscriminate killing. Seeing that several people were now subdued, he ignored them and directly approached another teleportation array.

A spell was cast; after the white light dissipated, Lin Xuan vanished again.

"What happened? That person was clearly at the condensation core stage, how could they control a primordial spirit?" Several officials gathered together. A gray-haired old man with a shocked expression said, "I don't know, but this person came from level three. Could there have been some unforeseen incident that caused such a change?"

A green-robed cultivator muttered, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the destroyed teleportation arrays.

The others also showed signs of deep thought. The Immortal Mountain Conference had been passed down for tens of thousands of years and was renowned; it shouldn't be something anyone would dare disrupt. But what just happened...

"Friend Crane, will we face any blame from above if we let this person escape?" A square-faced cultivator suddenly expressed some concern.

Everyone's gaze turned to a red-robed old man in the middle—late-stage condensation core, and he was one of the highest-ranking among them. The officials clearly looked up to him as their leader.

"Probably not. Although this person is only at the condensation core stage, they can control primordial spirit zombies. Even if we all died fighting, it wouldn't stop him in the slightest. Above won't be unaware of this logic. Besides, I suspect he's a certain old primordial spirit who has hidden his true strength," the red-robed man stroked his beard and spoke slowly.

No one refuted him; instead, many nodded approvingly. After all, it was too strange for a condensation core cultivator to control a primordial spirit zombie. The other party must be feigning weakness.

"Friend Crane, what have you figured out?" the red-robed man asked his black-faced companion when he seemed lost in thought.

"A while ago, there was a rumor about someone," the black-faced man sighed and hesitated.

"Rumor? You mean..." the red-robed man recalled something.

"Yes. Just before the conference began, a woman in red caused chaos at Immortal Mountain's entrance. With her astonishing mid-stage primordial spirit strength, she killed Old Monster Huang Wood right in front of three enforcers. Even with the combined efforts of Senior White Deer and two other mid-stage primordial spirit enforcers, they couldn't catch her," the black-faced man said grimly.

"Alright, let's put this discussion to rest for now. Regardless of what happened on level three or who that person is, it isn't something we can interfere with. We should wait until the senior primordial spirits arrive before making any decisions." The red-robed man suddenly cut in.

The black-faced man was taken aback but quickly realized something and showed a fearful expression, closing his mouth immediately.

As for Lin Xuan, he had long left the Heavenly Cloud Plaza. The trading session on level one involved only foundation establishment cultivators; no one could stop him here.

Lin Xuan replicated the method, destroying the teleportation arrays. Although repairing such short-range arrays wasn't difficult, it still bought him some time.

The trading session was in chaos! Various transmission talismans flew everywhere, and prohibitions were activated.

Time was limited, so Lin Xuan didn't dally. He opened his full speed, heading towards Immortal Mountain's entrance. Before the news spread completely, he had to leave this place quickly; otherwise, when those old primordial spirits took action, he would face significant trouble.

Fortunately, the streets were filled with panicked cultivators running around like headless flies, so Lin Xuan wasn't noticed much.

Lin Xuan had removed his Heaven Demon Impersonation Technique and quietly restored his original appearance.

Even so, the likelihood of being recognized was greatly reduced. He still planned to leave this sacred Immortal Mountain as soon as possible.

After about a cup of tea's time, Lin Xuan arrived at the exit. However, a light screen appeared before him.

In front of the screen stood several cultivators— one condensation core and the rest foundation establishment low-ranking disciples.

Seeing a streak of light heading their way, their expressions turned tense.

The light dimmed, revealing an ordinary-looking young man.

Recognizing Lin Xuan's face, it wasn't the same as the one in the wanted transmission talisman. The cultivators breathed a sigh of relief but didn't immediately retrieve their treasures.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a serious demeanor and secretly used secret techniques to check that Lin Xuan's appearance hadn't been changed by illusion spells. He felt even more reassured.

He bowed: "Friend, how do you fare? Do you wish to leave?"

"Indeed, can you be so kind as to let me pass?" Lin Xuan spoke calmly.

"I'm sorry, we just received a decree that someone committed crimes during the trading session and escaped. We are currently searching for them. Before we find him, please stay here for a few days."

"Can this be lenient? I indeed have urgent matters."

"I'm sorry, although your appearance is completely different from the one on the wanted transmission talisman, I dare not defy the decree," the cultivator shook his head, showing an iron-clad impartiality.

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