With the two great alliances facing off, distinguishing friend from foe was only natural. Yet this gave Lin Xuan a terrible headache. Once a spell formula for identifying one's identity had been planted inside the body, the other side could easily see through it with the Spirit Eye Technique. His plan to forgo Floating Cloud Valley robes and pose as an independent cultivator had been completely ruined.
The risks of going to Stream Leap Ravine to gather herbs would increase drastically.
Not only would he have to face the fangs of Demonic Beasts, but also the pursuit of Fire Spirit Sect and its allies. Just imagining that the ravine lay only a few dozen li from Fire Spirit Sect's headquarters was enough to make Lin Xuan's head throb.
With his current cultivation, coupled with his Spirit Tools, Lin Xuan was confident that even if he encountered the joint assault of several elite Spirit Movement Stage disciples, while he might not win, greasing the soles of his shoes and escaping unscathed would not be difficult. But if he ran into an expert beyond Foundation Establishment...
Lin Xuan had joined Floating Cloud Valley for four years. Though he had few opportunities to interact with Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, there had still been a handful of occasions. He had personally witnessed high-level cultivators strike—their momentum, their majesty...
Though he now possessed the cultivation of the seventh layer, and the difference in realm was only a hair's breadth, an error of a fraction could lead to a mistake of a thousand miles. That tiny gap was, in truth, an uncrossable chasm. If he encountered a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, he might not even have the chance to flee.
Lin Xuan possessed a resolute mind, yet he harbored just as deep a fear of death.