"Could it be that Young Master has some other idea?" A flicker of surprise flashed through Lu Ying'er's eyes.
"As for the internal troubles, I already heard Elder Xue speak of them when I was in Qingyang City. They're nothing more than a few petty Core Condensation Realm cultivators. Why would I need to personally deal with them? After the two of you form your Golden Cores, you'll be able to resolve it yourselves."
The two women froze, their expressions turning somewhat strange. Only after a long while did Liu Xin finally speak hesitantly. "Young Master, you think too highly of us servants. Although we have received the spirit pills you bestowed, even if Senior Sister and I can advance smoothly, we will only be at the early Core Condensation Realm. Among those fellows harboring covetous thoughts, there are late-stage cultivators. How could the two of us possibly be his match?"
"Don't worry. I'll take care of everything. The two of you don't need to think so much. Just focus on entering seclusion and cultivating in peace for now." Lin Xuan waved a hand and said with confidence, as if victory were already in his grasp.
Although the two women were filled with doubts, they did not dare continue asking. They respectfully bowed and withdrew together.
At the same time, somewhere tens of thousands of li away from Floating Cloud Valley.
Mountains rose and fell in rolling chains, and many cultivators wearing identical attire moved in and out among pavilions, terraces, towers, and halls. This was one of Baisuan Pavilion's branch helms within the territory of You Province, and also the largest one. In scale, it was in no way inferior to the main altar; in fact, it had even more experts.
There were no fewer than thirty Core