Lin Xuan bent slightly at the waist, lightly touching the ground with his toes as he used the stealth movement technique from the Nine Yin Manual. His figure darted through the deep mountain paths like a ghost, heading straight for Chongyang Palace at the summit.
His body was so light he seemed almost otherworldly. Every step landed without a sound, and every leap seemed to blend into the darkness, moving alongside the shadows. He kept his aura concealed, drawing in every trace of martial energy he might otherwise have let escape. Even if a top expert passed right beside him, they would hardly notice his presence.
The outline of the summit gradually came into view. Chongyang Palace looked solemn and imposing in the moonlight. Lin Xuan stopped in the shadow of a dense grove and fixed his gaze on the Quanzhen Sect, observing it carefully.
The temple buildings had been built along the mountain slope, arranged in orderly layers. Every so often, several Quanzhen Taoists patrolled back and forth with swords in hand. Patrols were even more frequent around the central buildings.
To Lin Xuan, they might as well have not been there. The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique had granted him perception far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even the slightest shifts in the night breeze were within his awareness.
His wondrous Lightness Skill let him drift like a falling leaf, floating freely as he evaded the patrols with ease.
First, he circled past the looser patrols on the outskirts, leaping among the temple eaves like a butterfly among flowers. His figure appeared and disappeared in the shadows.
In the Quanzhen Sect's maze of temples, pinpointing Zhao Zhijing's lodgings was no easy task.
Lin Xuan didn't barge into the main buildings. Instead, he chose a secluded corner and