Lin Xuan did not dare linger. In one breath, he fled several hundred li before finding a hidden spot to stop and rest. He took out medicinal pills and swallowed them, then sat cross-legged in meditation. Several hours later, Lin Xuan's strength and magical power had finally fully recovered.
Letting out a breath of stale air, Lin Xuan rose and shook out his robes. After identifying the direction, he transformed once more into a streak of azure light and headed toward Spirit Herb Mountain.
This trip had naturally brought an extremely rich harvest, but in the end, he had still been left covered in dust and ashes. If not for a bit of luck, he probably would already have fallen at Peacock Fairy's hands.
At the root of it all, his strength was still insufficient. Though his cultivation and divine abilities far surpassed cultivators of the same rank, before an old monster of the Nascent Soul level, he had not the slightest power to fight back.
Of course, there was nothing to be done about that. A difference of one major realm was a gap like heaven and earth. An heaven-defying old monster like Hundred Poisons Divine Lord was absolutely one of a kind.
Lin Xuan stuck out his tongue and licked the somewhat dry corner of his mouth. A man's most precious quality was self-knowledge. He had never extravagantly hoped that he could stand as an equal against a Nascent Soul Realm old monster; he only hoped to have a little means of preserving his life in their hands.
At the very least, if the situation turned bad, he wanted a chance to smear oil on his soles and run.
It seemed that after returning to the mountain this time, he would have to find a way to cultivate