The Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, the Luo Clan of Heavenly Province, Immortal Spirit Root

Space blurred, and Nine Heavens Micro-Steps proved no weaker than teleportation. Lin Xuan appeared more than twenty zhang away. The Nascent Soul's face changed in horror, and it hurriedly formed hand seals, wanting to flee, but Lin Xuan had already prepared and taken out the Long Spear. He swung it down viciously. Green light flashed, and the scholar's Nascent Soul stumbled into view in midair.

"Impossible..."

The Nascent Soul's face was deathly pale, but he had only spoken halfway when green light flashed above his head and a bizarre claw appeared, rudely scooping the Nascent Soul into its palm.

The scholar was both shocked and furious, the little face of his Nascent Soul filled with venom. But very soon, that was replaced by resolve. Spiritual light flickered all over him, yet a cold snort entered his ears from nearby. "What, does Fellow Daoist want to self-detonate? Too late."

Lin Xuan lifted his left hand slightly, and more than ten strands of green silk shot from between his fingers, swift as lightning, drilling separately into the scholar's brow, lower abdomen, and all the vital points throughout his body. The light in the Nascent Soul's eyes immediately dimmed.

Last time, because of a moment of carelessness, he had let Monk Kong Xuan's Nascent Soul escape without a trace, leaving Lin Xuan deeply depressed afterward. Naturally, he could not allow the same mistake to happen again.

Self-detonate?

Don't even think about it.

Lin Xuan beckoned, and that strange hand turned into a ball of green light, wrapping the Nascent Soul inside as it slowly flew over.

Once it landed in his palm, Lin Xuan did not hesitate to use his soul-searching divine ability.

In the blink of an eye, the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed. Lin Xuan raised