Returning to an old haunt, Lin Xuan's mood was utterly different. Last time, he had only infiltrated the Ink Moon Tribe because he had no choice; fortunately, after enduring no small amount of hardship, he had finally reaped quite a few benefits. Aside from the secret art of the Azure Phantom Nether Fire, he had even tempered out a Spirit Root. Otherwise, even though Lin Xuan had many pills to swallow, whether his path of immortality could have reached this point would most likely still have been unknown.
This time, however, he had come to fulfill his promise to the Hundred Poisons Divine Lord. There were not many people Lin Xuan admired in his life, and this heaven-defying Witcher counted as one of them.
Thinking back to those days, the man had condensed a Golden Core in a mere twenty-some years.
Such speed left people staring with their tongues tied. Afterward, during his journey to temper himself in You Province, he had repaid kindness and vengeance as he pleased, until in the end he provoked Taixu Master of Azure Cloud Mountain into taking action.
At the time, the Hundred Poisons Divine Lord had only been in the Core Condensation Realm, yet facing a Nascent Soul old monster, he had remained perfectly unafraid. The two sides fought fiercely for several days, and in the end, it had merely concluded with both suffering losses.
If such a thing were told to others, no one would believe it. Although Lin Xuan asked himself honestly and felt that when he had been at the great perfection of the Core Condensation Realm, it was not as if he could not have clashed with a Nascent Soul Cultivator, that had been because there was still a Demon Infant inside his body. Otherwise, nine times out of