This deduction was not difficult.
Lin Xuan had to find a way to locate the other Storage Bag.
Not for magical treasures, nor for any refining materials that might be inside, but for the Jade Slip.
In the world of immortal cultivation, array masters were an even rarer profession than alchemists, and they all guarded their brooms as if they were treasures. In the markets, as long as one had spirit stones, one could still buy some shallow alchemy techniques.
But materials related to formations were exceedingly rare. At most, there would be some trashy formation talismans for sale.
Lin Xuan had yearned for this path for a long time, and naturally would not let the opportunity before him slip by. But he had no idea where the other party's Storage Bag had been hidden...
Lin Xuan scratched his head. A strange glint flashed through his eyes. His shoulders trembled slightly, black light flickered over his entire body, and his whole aura turned eerie.
This Yin-Yang Art was truly endlessly wondrous.
Lin Xuan curled his hand into a claw and grabbed at empty air. A cloud of ghost mist, pitch-black as ink, appeared from nowhere and wrapped the remains of the two cultivators within it.
A grave look appeared on Lin Xuan's face. His hands formed incantation gestures, and he muttered words under his breath as the chilling yin aura around his body drifted and wavered without end...
A moment later, one of the skulls flew over and stopped in front of Lin Xuan.
More black qi poured out of Lin Xuan's body and wrapped around that skull. Amid shrill ghostly howls, a wisp of remnant soul flew out from the crown of the skull.
Joy appeared on Lin Xuan's face. With a flick of his finger, a black ribbon