Even in the Spirit World, Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk was a treasure one could only encounter by chance and never seek by demand. Whether in a Marketplace or an underground auction, it could not be bought.
There was not much left in the Jade Bottle. Lin Xuan carefully tucked it into his robes, and then, with azure light flaring around him, he quickly vanished into the distant horizon.
"Am I seeing things? That kid escaped tens of thousands of li in an instant."
The sky was somewhat dim. Three streaks of light suddenly stopped, and the sinister-looking cultivator in the middle had an incomparably ugly expression as he cried out in shock.
As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the disc-shaped magic artifact in his hand. His hands kept waving, sending several incantation seals into it in succession.
Spiritual light flashed, and then that blue point of light grew even brighter, moving extremely quickly as it went farther and farther away.
"Could it be that the kid has a Random Teleportation Talisman?" the Confucian scholar standing on the left said. Though this man looked young, in truth, he had already lived for tens of thousands of years.
"That should be it. Otherwise, even a Spirit Division-stage cultivator couldn't possibly run that far in a single instant." A charming voice entered their ears; it was the only woman among the three who had spoken.
"Mm. Fortunately, that talisman should be a relatively low-grade type, only teleporting him tens of thousands of li at a time. Otherwise, if we truly lost all trace of him, I really wouldn't know how we should answer to Master." The sinister cultivator's expression eased.
"Senior Brother is right. With just this bit of distance, and still within the Huiyin Mountain Range, if we