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第七十九章 灵草兽

Lin Xuan stood before a small hill. Beside him lay the corpse of someone who had been dead for some time, dressed in the uniform of Fire Spirit Sect disciples. However, his wounds were peculiar; they didn't seem to have come from magical attacks, but rather from something with sharp claws and teeth. His chest was a mess of blood and flesh, as if torn apart by such an entity.

Lin Xuan fell silent for a moment. The name "Yao beast" flashed through his mind. This stream leaping ravine was notorious for its dangers, despite the abundance of various spirit herbs and medicinal plants that grew there—it was also where many beasts nested.

In the dead man's hand lay a talisman, with fear etched on his face. Nearby were several small red fruits. Lin Xuan recognized them as Red Dew Fruits—essential ingredients in making Essence Cleansing Pills. It seemed this person had come to the stream leaping ravine for herbs but ended up being killed by a beast.

Although an enemy sect's disciple, such a gruesome death made Lin Xuan feel cold. The dangers of the stream leaping ravine were now more vividly real to him.

Bending down, he took off the storage bracelet from the corpse. Though this person's magical power was low, they might still have some crystal stones and materials.

Next, Lin Xuan pulled out a spirit beast bag from his pocket and tossed it into the air. A small creature resembling a rabbit ran out, but unlike rabbits, it had three eyes and was a first-grade lower-quality beast known as the Spirit Grass Beast.

As its name suggested, this beast lacked combat capabilities but was highly sensitive to various rare herbs and precious medicinal materials. Many cultivation sects kept them for just such purposes. Lin Xuan had purchased one at a high price before entering the stream leaping ravine.

With his right hand, he flicked out a white light that enveloped the Spirit Grass Beast. Then, he pricked his finger to let a drop of blood fall onto its forehead.

After the ritual was complete, Lin Xuan gently placed the Spirit Grass Beast down and stroked its head. The small beast then ran off towards the southeast.

Lin Xuan's lips curved into a smile. He didn't want to wander aimlessly through the stream leaping ravine like a headless fly; he might end up in a beast's den without finding any herbs. With the Spirit Grass Beast leading the way, even if he couldn’t pinpoint where Silver Moon Flowers and Flowing Fireweed grew, it would be easier to find them.

Meanwhile, the slaughter had begun. Everywhere in the stream leaping ravine, Fire Spirit Sect disciples were massacring other cultivators.

The battle was one-sided; their elite members were all top-notch experts from within the sect, well-equipped, while those who paid with crystal stones for permission to enter and neutral scattered cultivators, as well as affiliated families, hadn't expected a sudden turn of events. Caught off guard, they suffered heavy casualties.

Several Fire Spirit Sect disciples in the Flexible Spirit Period worked in groups, while base foundation period experts moved swiftly throughout the ravine, conducting a net-like search. Within just a few hours, over a hundred cultivators were killed with minimal losses to their own ranks.

Lin Xuan didn't know that he was currently using Wind Control Technique, moving quickly and stealthily towards his destination. The Spirit Grass Beast's excitement suggested there might be herbs nearby, though Lin Xuan wasn’t sure if they were the ones he needed.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan’s brows furrowed as he stopped in his tracks. He put away the Spirit Grass Beast into its spirit beast bag, then concealed his aura and moved forward quietly among the weeds.

The stream's gentle flow carried a sound to his ears. Standing beside the small stream were three young men in their twenties—disciples of the Heavenly Star Sect.

Lin Xuan held his breath, as the Heavenly Star Sect had long been allies with Fire Spirit Sect and was one of its enemies.

At their feet lay a large beast resembling a rat but larger than a wild boar. It had four ears and three eyes, looking grotesque. Its head was drenched in blood, and it no longer breathed.

"This burrowing wolf is really hard to deal with."

"Haha, if not for Senior Brother Xie’s profound magical arts, we would have fled in panic."

"Indeed, indeed, the magic of senior brother truly broadens our horizons."

"Where where, both junior brothers also did your part."

...

The two junior brothers flattered Senior Brother Xie, who modestly accepted their praise. Suddenly, a streak of light appeared from afar.

Senior Brother Xie's face changed: "Junior brothers, quickly clean up here; someone is coming. We shouldn't linger in this place."

"Understood!"

The two sycophants responded in unison. One took out the spirit beast bag to store the burrowing wolf’s corpse while the other went towards a nearby plant, where a thousand-year-old ginseng was just ripe.

After killing the burrowing wolf, they had expended most of their magical power. If someone with ill intentions appeared now, it would be dangerous. After all, in the cultivation world, murder and plunder were common occurrences.

However, the speed of the streak of light far exceeded expectations, arriving quickly. A Fire Spirit Sect disciple emerged from the light.

"Ah, it's Senior Brother Zheng."

Seeing his acquaintance, Xie Yun let out a sigh of relief. They were allies, and he was not an enemy.

"Haha, it’s you, Senior Brother Xie, and your two junior brothers. You’ve had good luck."

"Let me off easy, Senior Brother Zheng; we only killed the small burrowing wolf..."

Xie Yun, who had already stopped using his magical power, smiled as he responded. However, before he could finish speaking, Senior Brother Zheng’s face changed, eyes filled with shock and surprise, looking towards the front.

"What happened?"

Following Xie Yun's gaze, Senior Brother Zheng saw a hint of malice in his eyes. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, spewing out a red light that pierced through Xie Yun's throat. Blood gushed forth.

"You..."

Because his vocal cords were severed, Xie Yun could no longer speak, his face a mix of terror and anger as he reached out with his hand before collapsing.

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