Ye Tian truly was full of surprises. Not only was he a Demon Cultivator with a treasure like the Hundred Soul Banner, he even possessed a Spirit Tool.
Yet Lin Xuan was not anxious. Instead, he felt both worry and delight. He worried because his opponent possessed so many Dharma Treasures and was even harder to deal with than expected. He was delighted because Ye Tian was so wealthy—once he killed him, he could make another small fortune.
Although his opponent was not weak and had many treasures, when it came to wealth, even Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators would fall short of him. Lin Xuan was still absolutely confident of victory; it would merely take some effort.
Though the fire serpent in midair looked immensely formidable, Lin Xuan had already examined it with his divine sense. It was merely a low-grade Spirit Tool. That was perfectly normal—after all, not everyone had as much good fortune and as many fortuitous encounters as he did.
For a low-level cultivator in the Spirit Movement Stage, possessing a low-grade Spirit Tool was already extraordinary. As for Senior Sister Zhou, Zhou Yan, her circumstances had been exceptional. She had already been an expert at the peak of the realm, greatly favored within the sect, and born into a powerful cultivation family. That was why her wealth had been so abundant. Unfortunately, it had all ended up benefiting him.
With a sweep of his sleeve, Lin Xuan sent a rope about a foot long flying into the air. It radiated golden light as it met the charging fire serpent head-on.
Ye Tian nearly popped his eyes out, his expression turning ugly beyond measure. He stared at Lin Xuan as though he were looking at a monster. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he could