Confucian Sect?
Lin Xuan was truly somewhat surprised.
People cultivated immortality for nothing more than longevity. The immortal path had existed since ancient times, passed down through who knew how many years, and its schools had spread like branches and scattered leaves.
Buddhist, Daoist, Confucian, demonic—their numbers were many and varied.
Apart from these, there were also immortal cultivators of certain other races, such as the Witchers of the Ink Moon Tribe, the Spirit Masters of the Kuiyuan Tribe, and even schools that had already gone extinct and were long unknown to people now.
Back when Lin Xuan had been in You Province, aside from his fortuitous encounter in the Kui Yin Mountain Range, the cultivators he usually came into contact with were either people of the Demonic Path or righteous Daoist School cultivators.
As for the Confucian Sect, it had long since declined there. He had heard that their cultivation arts had quite a few unique qualities. Thinking of this, Lin Xuan's face remained perfectly calm, but inwardly he grew rather interested.
After that, Lin Xuan learned quite a lot of useful information from Zhang Feng. It turned out that on Xuankong Island, there was a great river running east to west, splitting the island in two. The areas on both sides were roughly the same, and the Haoran Sect and Demon Nether Sect had taken this river as their boundary, confronting each other for nearly ten thousand years.
And the market town where he currently was was also one of the Demon Nether Sect's businesses, belonging to the forces of the Demonic Path.
As for Spirit Veins, Xuankong Island naturally had quite a few as well, but they had basically already been divided up by the major forces.
Lin Xuan listened with an indifferent expression, but he committed