"You've been here for three years already. Don't tell me you've never gone to the other mountain ranges to hunt for treasure. After all, the abandoned main headquarters of a great sect would often yield no small gains for minor cultivators like you," Lin Xuan said, a cold glint flashing through his eyes, somewhat unconvinced.
"Reporting to Senior, this little old man has gone, of course. Though I cannot say I came away empty-handed, at the very least, the harm outweighed the benefit."
The old man spoke with a bitter laugh.
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Lin Xuan's brows shifted, and he grew somewhat curious.
"Just as Senior said, this place was originally the main headquarters of a great sect. Moreover, before it was abandoned, it experienced fierce magical battles. Leaving aside all else, there were no few fragments of Dharma Treasures left behind."
"Indeed. In Lin's eyes, those fragments are already useless, but your judgment should not be that absurd," Lin Xuan said faintly.
"Senior's words are correct, and before you, Junior would not dare conceal the slightest thing. I did indeed go to Baisuan Pavilion's main headquarters, hoping to gain something. At first, I did find some treasures, but the surfaces of these treasures were all tainted with a trace of strange aura."
"A strange aura? You mean..."
"As for the origin of these auras, this little old man truly does not know. At first, I did not even discover their existence, but after obtaining these treasures, I inexplicably began to feel irritable."
"This was still because this little old man had already succeeded in Golden Core Formation. Some low-level disciples of my clan even went inexplicably mad because of these Dharma Treasure fragments."
The old man spoke with some grief.
"When the old man at