Half a month later, a streak of azure rainbow broke through the air from Cloud Hidden Sect and flew south all the way.
Within the Escape Light was Lin Xuan's ordinary face.
Going to Ink Moon Witch Palace to retrieve the treasures had not met with any great twists and turns. It could even be said that it had been far easier than he had originally imagined.
Lin Xuan had very quickly found the treasures passed down by the Heavenly Witch Goddess.
Among them were cultivation arts, pills, Spirit Stones, dharma treasures...
Anything useful to Cultivators was there in countless numbers.
In ancient times, the Ink Moon Tribe had once flourished beyond measure and accumulated a vast number of treasures. Although the situation had been critical at the time and the Heavenly Witch Goddess, even exhausting all her ability, had only taken out a small portion, the quantity was still astonishing beyond compare.
Even with Lin Xuan's abundant wealth, he was left dumbstruck. So many treasures—their value was simply beyond reckoning.
There were thousands of scrolls of cultivation arts alone, and every single one possessed power that made one click one's tongue in wonder, each with its own profound mysteries and extraordinary aspects.
If they were taken outside, perhaps they would not quite stir up a scramble of foul wind and bloody rain, but who knew how many Cultivators would flock to them like ducks to water.
And the cultivation arts the few girls needed were precisely among the most ancient of them. Lin Xuan roughly skimmed them, and even he found them obscure and archaic.
If Xueling were not there to guide them, then though his disciples had no poor aptitude, wanting to cultivate them to success would still be as hard as scaling heaven.
If things went badly,