Lin Xuan's caution had paid off, and with his escape techniques, three days later he was already tens of millions of li away. Though Monk Kong Xuan hated him to the bone, he could not find him, and could only call out helplessly to no avail.
This was a desolate plain without a trace of human habitation. Within a hundred li, not even an animal could be seen. Atop an inconspicuous little mountain stood an ordinary-looking immortal cultivator.
Needless to say, it was naturally Lin Xuan.
He toyed with an exquisite, translucent treasure in his hand. Sky Moon Crystal was something one could only encounter by chance and never seek in the Human World. However, whether it had been worth making an enemy of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect for this treasure was something even Lin Xuan found somewhat difficult to judge.
But since the matter had already happened, Lin Xuan did not regret it.
With his abilities, there was nowhere under heaven he could not go. Unless he encountered an old monster of the Lihe Realm, even if he had to face two or three great cultivators, if he could not beat them, escaping would still be as easy as turning his hand.
What was more, aside from the Sky Moon Crystal, Monk Kong Xuan's Storage Bag had also fallen into his hands.
As the head of Arhat Hall, that fellow's wealth was extremely considerable. He had several hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones alone, an astonishing fortune.
In addition, there were several Buddhist supreme treasures, such as that monk's staff capable of transforming into a great roc. Its power was truly not small.
And more than ten bottles of pills!
Lin Xuan sniffed them, and delight appeared on his face. In the past, he had been the Young Master of