"Carrying out justice on Heaven's behalf?"
Lin Xuan murmured to himself and did not explain much on that point. Though cultivators would not rise early without profit, cutting down the Black Wind Bandits truly was a deed that would gladden every heart.
It deserved the words "punishing evil and promoting good."
However, this was not Lin Xuan's ultimate goal. The reason he did this was because he had another consideration in mind.
For a small force like the Hundred Herb Sect to establish its main headquarters in Nine Immortals City was indeed no wise move. Leaving other drawbacks aside for now, the expense alone was far too great.
But the nearby islands with Spirit Veins had long since been divided up by other forces.
The weak became prey to the strong—though that was an eternal truth in the cultivation world, Lin Xuan did not want to make enemies everywhere. After all, he wanted to settle down peacefully in this sea region, so the plan of forcibly seizing an island could only be put aside for the time being.
As for attaching themselves to some other sect or clan, Lin Xuan naturally would never do that either. With his temperament, he would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox.
But with that, the choices left for the Hundred Herb Sect truly were few. Finding a suitable location to establish their main headquarters was almost an impossible task.
Yet Lin Xuan had a plan in his chest, because he had already considered this problem before setting out.
Preparing for rain before the clouds gathered was Lin Xuan's nature, and this time, the ones he had calculated against were the Black Wind Bandits.
Removing this malignant tumor for the Chaotic Sea Region was, of course, not for