With that, the Spirit Vein had been settled, and the first step in rebuilding Baisuan Pavilion could be considered smoothly completed.
Such a grand stroke from Lin Xuan naturally stirred up a great uproar in the surrounding area.
The world of cultivation revered the strong. The dangers of Qianying Mountain were known clearly to every sect nearby, large and small; otherwise, they would never have watched such an excellent Spirit Vein sit there idle for nothing.
Now that an expert had actually descended upon the place and swept away the dangers around Qianying Mountain's Spirit Vein with the force of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, those powers, after their astonishment, inevitably sent people over to gather information.
Lin Xuan, of course, hid nothing, and openly told them the truth.
When these cultivators heard that this expert actually intended to live here long-term and establish some Baisuan Pavilion, they were naturally shocked pale and hurried back one after another to discuss countermeasures.
After all, founding a sect and establishing a faction was no small matter. If a powerful sect suddenly appeared in the area, to them it might be disaster rather than fortune.
After confirming the news, the dozens of sects, large and small, in the surrounding area all grew somewhat restless, unable to sit or sleep in peace.
There were also many opinions on how they should deal with it.
Those more experienced and prudent believed they should quietly observe the changes.
After all, though the world of cultivation had countless storms of blood and foul winds, without benefit, no power would casually make such a powerful enemy for no reason.
So they should observe for a while first before making a decision.
However, many cultivators also believed that such thinking was far too lax.
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