Such an arrangement seemed crude on the surface, but in truth, Lin Xuan had his own considerations. First, he had absolute confidence in his strength. Even if the enemy's main headquarters had been built into walls of copper and iron, Lin Xuan was still confident he could handle it.
As for the second point, doing this would reduce the casualties among his sect's cultivators to the greatest possible extent.
The current Cloud Hidden Sect had already been regarded by Lin Xuan as his own force, so within the limits of his ability, he naturally had to look after it as much as he could.
Besides, Lin Xuan was more accustomed to acting alone. Bringing junior disciples along—calling them helpers was one thing, but whether they could actually help was another matter entirely. In Lin Xuan's view, they were instead more likely to become burdens.
That was why Lin Xuan chose this path.
And after witnessing Lin Xuan's incredible divine abilities, the Youth surnamed Long had long since followed wherever he pointed, and naturally had not the slightest objection.
The two sides hit it off at once. After making a few simple arrangements, Lin Xuan set out.
The Hundred Thousand Mountains were a perilous land. Poison fog and miasma were beyond counting, fierce beasts often roamed the jungles, and as for mosquitoes, flies, and Demon Insects, there was even less need to mention them. One bite might send a person's little life west.
Even the Mortals who had lived here for generations only dared to gather herbs and hunt around the outer perimeter. As for the deep mountains and great marshes within, they absolutely did not dare take a single step beyond the thunder pond.
Lin Xuan, however, naturally did not care in the slightest. With his strength, why would