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第五卷 天云十二州 第九百二十章 穷老怪

The pig-foot's lips curled slightly upward. Truly, one meets old friends in unexpected places; he didn’t have many friends in Youzhou.

He hadn't expected to run into so many acquaintances upon his return. It was indeed a bit of luck.

Originally, Lin Xuan had planned to sit back and watch the conflict between two factions. However, with this woman involved, it felt awkward for him to remain idle.

Still, he didn’t rush to reveal himself; instead, he decided to observe the so-called "poor old monster" first.

"The senior brother, is the opponent just bluffing? The poor old monster! His reputation precedes him. But he usually likes to act alone. How could he become the joint Grand Elder of several sects?" The woman took a few steps forward and slowly approached them.

She appeared to be around twenty years old, with a plump figure but a cute, innocent face that was far from breathtakingly beautiful. However, she exuded an unusual charm.

Ding Yin hadn’t seen her in decades, and this woman had matured significantly. Lin Xuan recalled some of his interactions with the Xu siblings; he remembered that Ding’s character wasn't particularly remarkable. He never expected her to succeed in condensing her essence.

"This is hard to say. The poor old monster isn’t originally from Youzhou. They say he is both cruel and lustful. During his time in Qingzhou, he captured many beautiful female cultivators and took advantage of them. Eventually, several major sects and families teamed up to hunt him down. He was forced to flee here," the refined man gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Can someone of his level escape from a group of peers?" Ding Yin’s face showed surprise.

"Yes, this old monster has unique abilities. If it really is him, our Tiexuan Sect won’t be able to withstand him…"

"The senior brother, are you saying we have no choice but to leave Biyun Mountain? We sent hundreds of disciples to fight for this cultivation site just a decade ago… and now, we might have to abandon it so soon," Ding Yin’s face paled. Her tone revealed a hint of reluctance.

"Ying Sister, how foolish. Have you forgotten that the cultivation world is a place where the strong prey on the weak? The poor old monster isn’t someone to be trifled with. If he opposes us, our Tiexuan Sect will surely suffer heavy losses. I don’t want to admit it either, but this is only the worst-case scenario. After all, we can’t trust his words alone; Old Three and others might just be bluffing."

Ding Yin nodded, but her expression didn't ease much. The other cultivators were similarly unconcerned, and half an hour passed quickly.

The so-called poor old monster still hadn’t arrived.

Tiexuan Sect’s cultivators were overjoyed. The refined man laughed loudly and stepped forward, "Old Three, you dare to deceive the sect master! Do you think I’m a three-year-old child? Time has passed; what do you have to say now?"

"…," Old Three’s face was filled with surprise as well. How could the poor old monster still not be here? Perhaps he had some business to attend to, which wasn’t good.

Lin Xuan didn't pay attention to the commotion and turned his head toward the southeast.

His spiritual sense was much stronger than others. About a hundred miles away, a brilliant streak of light was rapidly approaching. From the fluctuation in essence energy, it seemed to be an early-stage Immortal婴 cultivator. If he wasn’t mistaken, this should be the so-called poor old monster.

"Zheng, don’t be too proud; the poor old monster will arrive soon. If you dare to attack us, Tiexuan Sect will suffer heavy losses," Old Three spoke with a stern expression.

"Is that so?"

The refined man’s lips curled in mockery. As the head of a sect, he had experienced many hardships and wouldn’t take lightly what this opponent said.

He flicked his sleeves, and a pure white immortal sword flew out.

The temperature around them dropped sharply; this treasure was an extremely rare ice attribute artifact.

"Enough talk! I’ll kill you first to see how the poor old monster will react."

"Is that so? A small sect like Tiexuan dares to look down on me. Let’s see what kind of power this Zheng fellow has," a deep, authoritative voice echoed in his ears.

A black hand materialized several feet in front of the refined man, with claws extending and lunging toward his head.

The situation suddenly changed. Apart from Lin Xuan and his master, the other cultivators were alarmed. The refined man’s face turned pale as he saw the hand heading for him. He quickly formed a seal and expelled an extremely pure essence energy.

The immortal sword absorbed it and grew larger, slicing through the air with icy force toward the black hand.

Lin Xuan shook his head, showing pity on the refined man.

A loud explosion echoed in their ears. The attack from the immortal sword not only failed but was grabbed by the black hand.

The refined man retreated several steps, his face turning blood-red, clearly injured.

"Senior brother!" Ding Yin gasped, her expression filled with anxiety.

In the distance, a purple-red cloud drifted over, and as the mist cleared, a cultivator’s face emerged.

This is the poor old monster? Lin Xuan was taken aback.

He had seen many things in his life but hadn’t encountered someone so ugly. With triangular eyes, a red nose, protruding teeth, messy hair, and a hunched back, he looked like a beggar. Such a person could be an early-stage Immortal, but the lack of taste in clothing was hard to overlook.

Clearly, this person’s personality must be extremely peculiar.

After the old monster appeared, the reactions of both sides were vastly different. The group led by Old Three rejoiced, while Tiexuan Sect’s side looked at each other with extreme distress.

They hadn’t expected such an early-stage Immortal to back up their opponent.

"Who just looked down on me?" the poor old monster turned and glared.

"The senior was mistaken; I…" The refined man couldn’t breathe as his法宝was still restrained. He tried to say something conciliatory, but before he could finish, the old monster’s face twisted into a vicious smile. He activated a secret technique, and the black hand immediately clenched its fingers.

"Senior, please spare me!"

The refined man was shocked and quickly formed seals with both hands, but it was useless. The immortal sword couldn’t break free from the restraint and even developed cracks on its surface. With a mournful sound, an excellent treasure shattered into pieces.

"Spit out…."

A mouthful of blood spewed forth as his life essence was severely damaged by losing his main treasure.

He was both shocked and angry but didn’t show any dissatisfaction on his face. The old monster’s cruelty was well-known.

"If the senior wants Biyun Mountain, our Tiexuan Sect can’t afford to be unwise; we’ll move out," he said with a forced smile.

"Hmph, it’s easy for you to say. In front of me, do you think you can just leave?"

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