The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, Lin Xuan opened his eyes.
After meditating for an entire night, Lin Xuan had finally returned to his best state. His whole person looked bright and full of vigor; whether in spirit or magic power, he seemed to have recovered to his peak.
Of course, this was also because he had plenty of pills to swallow. Otherwise, relying on rest and meditation alone, it would have taken at least several days to achieve this result.
This was the benefit of having a rich net worth. Otherwise, why would high-level immortal cultivators go madly seizing resources everywhere?
There were too many monks and too little porridge. Only by possessing more Dharma Treasures and pills, under the same conditions, would one have the chance to take another step forward on the path to immortality. Everyone understood this principle, which was why, whether in the Human World or the Spirit World, there were so many foul winds and bloody rains among immortal cultivators.
Now that his magic power had recovered and the toxins had already been expelled, with no worries left behind, Lin Xuan's expression also gained a little of that unruffled ease, as if clouds were light and the wind was gentle.
He released his divine sense and sensed his surroundings. At least within a thousand li, there was no danger. Lin Xuan calmly and boldly reached out and patted, and a square Jade Box appeared before him.
Restriction Talismans were still pasted on its surface, especially eye-catching. Needless to say, it was the one that sealed Sick Demon's Nascent Soul.
That old fellow had not known life from death, causing him to use up the Medicine Spirit and go through so much trouble. But Lin Xuan had done this not simply to