"As for this jade tube, it contains some of my cultivation insights. For Core Condensation cultivators like you, they should be of great use. There are also a few talismans I refined in my spare time. If you meet a powerful enemy, they can lend you a hand."
"Many thanks, Young Master." The two women were deeply grateful, and once again bowed gracefully.
After saying farewell to the two women, Lin Xuan wasted no time. He turned into a dazzling azure rainbow and left Baisuan Pavilion's branch helm with extreme speed.
With Lin Xuan's current cultivation, his escaping light was naturally astonishingly fast. Along the way, he occasionally encountered immortal cultivators, and all of them avoided him from afar.
Though they could not judge Lin Xuan's exact cultivation, anyone with such brilliant escaping light was, nine times out of ten, a senior at or above the Core Condensation Realm.
Although the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces were now incomparably prosperous, to those foreign cultivators, You Province was merely a tasteless chicken rib of a savage land. Not many sects set foot here, and someone in the Core Condensation Realm was already an extraordinary expert.
Lin Xuan traveled like wind and lightning. Aside from occasional brief rests, he spent most of his time hurrying on his way. Three days later, a rolling stretch of mountains finally appeared before his eyes.
Looking at the layered peaks rising one after another, a faint smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face, along with a vague trace of nostalgia.
Sixty years had passed. From the moment he had been teleported out of You Province, Lin Xuan had never thought he would one day return here—and as one who was no longer the same as before, having advanced to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.
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