Seven Star Island Pulse-Severing Body

Lin Xuan still wore that faint, indifferent expression as he filed out with the others.

According to Xing'er, there was still a trade fair for Core Condensation Realm cultivators today, and judging by the time, it should be about to begin. But Lin Xuan had no intention of attending. Instead, as if somewhat tired, he headed in the direction of the Reception Pavilion.

By now the sky had already darkened somewhat, and the nearby cultivators were gradually growing fewer.

Lin Xuan walked farther and farther into remote ground, and before long, he had arrived in a desolate, uninhabited forest.

He quietly released his divine sense. Within several li in every direction, there were no immortal cultivators. A satisfied look appeared on Lin Xuan's face. His hands formed an incantation gesture, and his figure instantly blurred, transforming into an inconspicuous startling streak of rainbow light that shot toward the distant sky.

At the same time, the cultivators who had finished attending the trade fair also went their separate ways. Among them, that Foundation Establishment Realm Fairy Jin Ling even flew toward the outside of the mountain hollow.

The Mang Mountain Assembly had not officially begun, so naturally not all cultivators were living in the Reception Pavilion. There were also quite a few with odd tempers who liked to find other lodgings. Old Monster Jin was one of them.

He had opened up another cave residence roughly a hundred li from here, and Jin Ling, having finished attending the trade, was now returning there.

This arrogant female cultivator now had a face full of worry. Everyone knew she enjoyed the favor of her family ancestor, and possessed an enviable talent of a pure-attribute Spirit Root, yet only she herself knew the bitterness hidden behind the scenes.

True, her Spirit Root was