After wandering around Fuyang City for a while, the three of them did indeed arrive at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. They ordered fine delicacies, drank, and made merry, only showing satisfied looks when the sun had slipped down behind the slope, then came staggering downstairs.
The corners of Lin Xuan's mouth lifted slightly, his face full of mockery. Unlike him, who wanted to temper his state of mind, these fellows truly coveted pleasure. As cultivators, yet sinking into the dusty mortal world, their path of immortality would likely end here.
Lin Xuan and the two women remained perfectly composed and quietly followed behind them.
The three men's cultivation was too weak, so naturally they could not discover anything.
Before long, they had reached the far outskirts of Fuyang City, only several li from Horned Python Mountain, and signs of human habitation grew increasingly sparse.
"All right, we'll make our move here. Ying'er, I'll leave it to you."
"Yes." The young woman gave a curtsy, then transformed into a streak of red light and flew forward.
Lin Xuan was not worried. Though Ying'er had not formed her Golden Core long ago, dealing with three low-level cultivators was still something she could seize as easily as stretching out her hand.
Sure enough, in the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, a sweep of rosy light rolled past, and the three unlucky fellows appeared before Lin Xuan's eyes.
Their eyes were tightly shut, and they knew nothing of the world.
Lin Xuan naturally would not stand on ceremony. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it against the forehead of the dark, skinny man. A faint layer of light flashed, and Lin Xuan had already begun using the Soul-Searching Technique.
A moment later, Lin Xuan withdrew his hand