Seven Star Island: Hope for Nascent Soul Formation

Even with Lin Xuan's shrewdness, he could not help paling in shock. Could this demoness actually have recognized him?

No... impossible. Though he had helped Fairy Hongling, he had used the Formation Disk and Formation Flags. This demoness had never seen him at all.

Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. Lin Xuan felt uneasy, but on the surface, he naturally revealed not the slightest hint of it. Only that viper-like gaze made him feel as if thorns were pricking his back.

Damn it. Lin Xuan did not take a mere Madam Black Python seriously, but if the matter of saving Hongling were exposed, he would become the target of everyone's arrows.

Lin Xuan had no desire to be besieged by several Nascent Soul old monsters.

Yet at this moment, there was nothing he could do. He could only quietly wait and see how things developed.

The other cultivators also sensed the strange atmosphere, and those near Lin Xuan all retreated toward the surroundings.

Very quickly, with him at the center, an empty space more than ten zhang wide opened up.

People wore all kinds of expressions—some surprised, some pitying—but there were no few taking pleasure in his misfortune. Meanwhile, some high-level cultivators who had heard of this demoness's temperament were utterly puzzled.

It was true that Madam Black Python liked to harvest and supplement, but she was extremely picky. Those who could become her guests behind the curtain were all extraordinarily handsome men, while this youth...

Mm, his cultivation was not bad, already at the mid Core Condensation Realm. However, his looks were far too ordinary, the sort that would be forgotten if thrown into a crowd. By all rights and reason, Madam Black Python should never have taken a fancy to him. Could the two of them have