Elsewhere, on a certain barren plain.
Lin Xuan hovered in midair, his whole body glazed in azure light. His expression held neither shock nor joy; only his eyes were incomparably cold.
And more than twenty zhang in front of him stood an immortal cultivator dressed in Confucian robes.
Needless to say, it was naturally the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Ingenuity Sect.
Both he and Lin Xuan were at the Nascent Soul Late Stage. On the surface, they seemed evenly matched, but since Mo Xuesong had come with sinister intentions, he had naturally made preparations.
Beside him was also a young married woman in green, likewise an immortal cultivator at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
Five-colored Puppets were scattered around the couple.
Judging from their spiritual power fluctuations, each Puppet was equivalent to a Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator, but Lin Xuan faintly felt that the truth was not so simple.
"If Fellow Daoist is willing to hand over the treasure and take your own life, this Mo is willing to let Fellow Daoist's Nascent Soul enter reincarnation."
"Is that so? Then I must thank Fellow Daoist for your generous kindness. But I'm sorry—after a while, I will still extract your souls and refine your spirits, letting the two of you become a pair of mandarin ducks sharing the same fate." Lin Xuan spoke with a calm face, as though discussing some trifling matter of no importance.
"You're courting death!"
With Mo Xuesong's shrewdness, even he could not help flying into a rage at Lin Xuan's mockery. Among Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators, there were still strong and weak; as the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Ingenuity Sect, he was one of the very sharpest among them. This opponent's nerve was far too great.
"Good, good, good..." He threw back