← 百炼成仙

第五卷 天云十二州 第九百六十四章 天凤神目

If it was the first scenario, there would be nothing to worry about. But if it were the latter, the dangers hidden in Yunling Mountain might be far greater than he imagined.

Lin Xuan's face turned grim as he pondered this.

Turning around and walking away was the most rational choice. However, Lin Xuan was no longer the cautious low-ranking cultivator of old. At mid-stage元婴, though not invincible, his existence posed a significant threat to few in the mortal world. Besides, these were merely speculations; there might still be extraordinary treasures waiting to emerge.

Prosperity lies in danger, and Lin Xuan, despite his cautious nature, was not one to shy away from risk when necessary. Cowards seldom achieve much on the path of immortality, and they could even leave behind lingering demons. With this thought, Lin Xuan made up his mind.

He retracted the Corpse Demon and Moonling obediently flew back into his sleeve. Lin Xuan's ethereal light crossed over the valley and entered the denser mist ahead.

Everything became blurry as the range of his spiritual sense was further compressed. Lin Xuan frowned deeply, snorted coldly, and poured all his magical energy into his eyes.

Even low-ranking cultivators would have learned the Spirit Eye Technique, but in this situation, such a basic technique was insufficient. After a slight hesitation, Lin Xuan did not immediately destroy the strange mouth. Instead, he cast a spell, uprooted another small tree, and slowly flew it forward.

Soon, Lin Xuan reached his conclusion: as long as he kept more than three feet away from these mouths, they would not attack him. A sardonic smile played on his lips as he activated the Ten Thousand Li Spirit Shield and slowly moved forward.

Panjin was a mid-stage凝聚丹 cultivator who had just turned 300 years old. Despite being male, his cultivation method included anti-aging effects, so he still looked handsome with rosy cheeks and smooth skin, exuding an air of elegance in every movement.

He was known as the Jade-faced Youth, famous for his charm among female cultivators.

However, appearances were deceiving. A century ago, when Panjin had just condensed his golden core, he fell deeply in love with a woman who was only at the foundation stage. She was incredibly beautiful, a true goddess of beauty and grace.

When Panjin shared his joy after condensing his golden core, hoping to marry her for mutual cultivation, she rejected him without hesitation. Panjin was shocked and angered but persisted.

Eventually, she revealed that she had been saved by the Toxic Dragon Ancestor while out. The old monster fell in love with her beauty and proposed marriage despite his ugly appearance. Panjin was horrified; such a creature could never be worthy of his idealized immortal lady. Moreover, as a concubine!

Despite his shock, he asked if she was forced into it. He vowed to abandon everything for her, promising to run away together to the wilderness.

But her response shattered all hopes. She said that she had willingly agreed; even with the old monster's ugly appearance and low status, she would be a concubine but gain much more from his protection. With an elder Immortal at her side, she could achieve higher cultivation and improve her social standing. Could he offer her such benefits?

Panjin was speechless. His mediocre talent and lack of affiliation made it impossible for him to help her.

The news that ancient cultivator ruins existed in Yunling Mountain brought joy to Panjin's heart. In the distant past, the cultivation world was far more prosperous than now, with miraculous elixirs and medicines. If he could find a relic, his golden core might become an immortal core.

Greed was the best motivation; he had long forgotten about the hundreds of cultivators who had perished here.

Looking at the river before him, Panjin's expression wavered. He had traveled many miles into Yunling Mountain and encountered several dangers. Had it not been for his luck, he might already be in the afterlife.

Recently, he had even seen Firecloud Dao Ren's corpse. The other was a wandering cultivator who had once collaborated with him to seek treasures. Though their skills were similar, Panjin knew that his abilities fell far short of Firecloud's. Yet, the other lay alone, unburied.

The harsh reality finally sobered Panjin. However, after a moment’s hesitation, he decided to continue forward, doubling his vigilance.

This river was about thirty meters wide. As an ordinary cultivator, he could easily fly over it, but here, there were anti-air restrictions. If he used the Wind Control Technique, he would be weighed down by ten thousand pounds of magical energy.

Panjin tried several times before deciding to abandon this method. He licked his lips, his expression grim as he considered wading through the river.

He tested the water depth and found it was only waist-deep. But what other dangers might lurk here? Thinking of Firecloud's corpse, Panjin became even more cautious.

After a moment’s hesitation, he summoned his法宝, which resembled an animal tooth. With a spell, it grew to a foot in length and struck the river surface.

Puff! A water splash rose high, but after settling, nothing remained.

Panjin's face brightened as he cast another spell. The river was not swift, and there were no fish or shrimp. He nodded, then carefully stepped into the water, maintaining vigilance to retreat immediately if anything went wrong.

After confirming safety, Panjin cautiously moved deeper into the river.

Reading Settings

18px
1.8
65ch
Show Pinyin + Chinese + English