Seven Star Island, Painted Boat

Two male cultivators led the way in front, while the Core Condensation Realm woman respectfully accompanied him at the side. The party of four passed through the pale purple demonic mist and flew toward the infamous Li Python Valley.

There had been restrictions blocking the outside, so he had not felt much, but after entering the valley, a vast surge of demonic power rushed straight at him. Astonishment appeared on Lin Xuan's face. The quality of this Demon Vein seemed to be even a notch above the one possessed by the Mystic Phoenix Sect.

Lin Xuan felt somewhat puzzled. Though Madam Black Python's strength was not weak, in the final analysis, she was still only a Rogue Cultivator. Even on Demon Spirit Island, Demon Veins above middle grade were not numerous, yet she alone had actually managed to occupy such a treasured land of excellent feng shui.

The woman took Lin Xuan's expression in, and a trace of pride could not help showing on her face, though she offered no explanation.

In truth, there was no need for her to waste words, because Lin Xuan soon guessed the cause of the matter. The quality of the Demon Vein here was indeed quite good, but its range was far too narrow, stretching only several li.

In that case, the tiny Li Python Valley was simply unsuitable for housing those great sects and clans. Otherwise, with Madam Black Python standing alone and isolated, even as a Nascent Soul Cultivator, she absolutely could not have occupied such a fine treasured land.

Hissing sounds entered his ears. Lin Xuan lowered his head, but his brows could not help furrowing. He saw that whether on the ground or among the branches, everywhere were brilliantly colored pythons.

Even the thinnest of those pythons were as thick