The young man stared directly into Lin Chen's eyes. Although there wasn't the slightest fluctuation of cultivation on his body, for so reason, he sensed a hint of danger from Lin Chen's profound gaze.
This put imnse pressure on the young man.
Lin Chen's gaze was icy; his wrist moved gently, and the Tianyan Ancient Sword in his hand was slowly sliding toward the young man's neck. A cool breath swiftly swept over the young man, making him feel a chill as fear gradually crept over his heart.
"Not killing you is possible, but you must tell what this place is. And everything about spiritual energy cultivation." Lin Chen's sword rested on the young man's neck, slicing the soft flesh, leaving a faint blood mark.
"Alright, alright, as long as you don't kill , anything is fine."
The young man nodded repeatedly, showing a trace of joy on his face, as long as he could preserve his life.
"This place is called Xuanjie…"
The young man slowly began to speak, introducing this world to Lin Chen, occasionally glancing at Lin Chen, fearing that a single wrong word could anger him.
However, observing Lin Chen, his expression remained unchanged, his face showed no ripples of emotion. From the young man's account, he gained a vague understanding of this Xuanjie.
In this world, the cultivation of spiritual energy has developed over thousands of years and reached a flourishing level. Spiritual energy has beco an indispensable part of human life, even street vendors are involved in it.
This reflects the prosperity of martial arts.
In this Xuanjie, there are no countries, only the sects. Like the Crimson Fla Sect ntioned by the young man, it's a prominent one among them, with only a few sects that can rival it. It's no wonder the young man was so arrogant earlier.
It's just unfortunate that he t Lin Chen, who simply doesn't buy into his tricks.
"As long as you don't kill , I can recomnd you to my sect, where resources are abundant," the young man spoke again, noticing Lin Chen's prolonged silence after his introduction, "The elders there are exceedingly familiar with , they're my uncles. At that ti, if you acquire a high-level cultivation technique, along with a strong physique, wouldn't it be an added advantage!"
The young man attempted to entice him with his words, which contained a trace of threat, implying that if Lin Chen really wanted to kill him, he would certainly offend the top Crimson Fla Sect practitioners.
"Really?"
Lin Chen glanced at him lightly and said slowly: "I fear you want to take back to the sect and deal with there."
The young man was greatly shocked by this, his expression suddenly changing, he then tried to squeeze out a smile, saying: "Not at all, not at all, fellow cultivator has imnse talent, it's just hard to bear such talent wasted here. As the saying goes, one does not make acquaintance through fighting, having more friends in this world is better than having more enemies."
"Unfortunately, I don't believe you."
Before Lin Chen finished speaking, he moved his right hand, the ancient sword let out a soft hum, quickly slashing the young man's throat.
Scorching hot blood flowed from the wound, staining his clothes red.
The young man's eyes widened in shock, his fear still evident, his hands clutched at his throat's wound tightly, speaking with difficulty: "You said you wouldn't…"
"For soone like you, those words were rely spoken casually."
Lin Chen withdrew his sword, looking indifferently at the young man's body collapsing. If it weren't for his strong physique, the person lying on the ground now might have been soone else.
To be rciful to enemies is to be cruel to oneself. Lin Chen regarded this phrase as a truth.
"Looks like to swiftly reach the mystical realm, the first priority is to obtain a cultivation technique." Lin Chen pondered with furrowed brows.
He has less than a hundred years left, ti is tight, otherwise, when the demon god awakens... that will be a disaster.
"Wait for !" Lin Chen clenched his fist tightly.
...
The sun was now high, as Lin Chen changed direction in the forest, heading south.
Earlier, he heard the young man say they ca to this place for so spiritual beast in the mountains. This beast possesses high intelligence; if they could ta it, it would provide great assistance.
Therefore, there were quite a few people gathered there, including sects, as well as other wandering practitioners.
It's just that the young man's cultivation was too low, only at the fifth level of spirit refining. To avoid unnecessary casualties, he thought to wander in the forest looking for other opportunities. Who knew he would encounter Lin Chen…
Lin Chen intended to join one of the sects among them, which was undoubtedly his best option.
Thump, thump, thump.
About an hour later, the sounds of clashing tals, along with the mournful roars of beasts, continued to emanate from a distance.
Lin Chen raised his head, through the gaps in the leaves, spotted colorful flashes in the distance. The intersection of blue and red exploded in the air. A terrifying aura erged from it, causing the branches and leaves in the forest to sway as if hit by a fierce wind.
"Is this the battle of high-level practitioners?" Lin Chen's expression tensed.
Although he hadn't seen anyone, the surging aura from afar already hinted at their prowess. This awe-inspiring montum was far beyond what the young man could compare to.
"Li the old ghost, don't push us too far! We took great pains to reach the volcanic crater's spiritual beast, and now you want to snatch it?"
A voice filled with fury sounded from the sky.
"Hahaha, bla yourselves for being foolish, allowing us to reap the benefits!" Following the voice, another sinister voice echoed: "Since you've taken my strike, let's see how many moves you can withstand!"
Rays of light flickered in the sky, giving off dazzling brilliance.
As the distance closed, Lin Chen finally saw clearly—the source of the radiance was two middle-aged figures flying swiftly through the sky. The rainbow light they generated was even more splendid than the scorching sun.
Below these figures was a massive volcanic crater. Erging from the crater was a faint cyan light, accompanied by constant thudding sounds.
It seed like so strange being wanted to break through the glow and erge.
"The battle prowess of high-level practitioners is almost comparable to warships on Earth." Lin Chen crouched, hiding behind a large rock, cautiously watching the sky battle, silently contemplating.
In only a short ti, the sky battle seed nearly concluded. The red light intensified while the cyan light faded. With a muffled groan, the cyan light retreated several ters, spurting out scorching red blood.
"Chen Lin, it seems over the years, your cultivation has regressed sowhat."
After the figure retreated, the red light gradually dimd, revealing a burly man with fiery red hair and beard, exuding a wild aura.
He stood in the sky, hands crossed over his chest, looking down arrogantly at the opponent.
Lin Chen narrowed his eyes, observing intently the belt on the man's waist, adorned with a ghost head, entirely crimson.
"Crimson Fla Sect!"
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