Seven Star Island, Li Python Valley

The others heard the old man's words, and their expressions darkened as well.

The chaos Lin Xuan had caused had now gradually settled, but in the end, the Longevity Pill had not fallen into the Poison Flood Dragon King's hands. He had lost a Top-grade Spirit Stone for nothing; one could imagine the gloom in that old monster's heart.

Although, after killing two Nascent Soul old monsters in succession, he had stormed off in anger, this matter was clearly not over.

Everyone had a bad premonition in their hearts!

Of course, none of this had anything to do with Lin Xuan.

At this moment, he was already a thousand li away.

Though this Mang Mountain Assembly had been fraught with danger, the benefits he had gained were also extremely great. The Top-grade Spirit Stone now had a lead, and leaving Demon Spirit Island was no longer flowers in a mirror, the moon in water...

Lin Xuan was determined to obtain the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Art, but with his current cultivation, trying to go to the Mystic Phoenix Sect to steal a treasure was clearly overestimating himself far too much.

The urgent task at hand was to raise his cultivation and condense a true Nascent Soul.

Lin Xuan thought of the words Madam Black Python had revealed to him, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The other party clearly had no good intentions, but he was not the soft persimmon she imagined either. Who was the hunter and who was the prey—only the one still laughing at the final moment would be the victor.

Li Python Valley was a small mountain valley on the western side of Demon Spirit Island, occupying roughly several hundred mu. In terms of area, it naturally drew no attention