The Strange Cultivator

With his hiding place exposed in a single shout, Chen Lin went on high alert.

Although his Shadow Spirit Boat had not reached the level of a Spirit Treasure, it ranked among the finest Pseudo Spirit Treasures. Even a Golden Core Cultivator could not see through its concealment. Yet this man dressed as a Woodcutter had done just that without a trace of mana fluctuation. Chen Lin had to treat him with caution.

But to Chen Lin's surprise, the man said nothing more. He shouldered his firewood and walked toward the Village, showing no interest in him at all.

Chen Lin was bewildered.

Whether the man was an ordinary person or a cultivator, that was no way to react to the sight of such a large Spirit Boat hidden overhead.

And Chen Lin had understood what he said.

Could this place still be within the Tianxuan Realm?

Or did this world, like the Nightmare Realm, have a rule that automatically bridged language barriers?

Chen Lin wanted to approach the man, ask him about this place. After hesitating several times, he held back. Instead, he watched the man to see which courtyard he entered.

The Woodcutter walked quickly, as though the thick snow were not there. But he did not fly, which suggested he was not a cultivator—or at least not a High-Tier Practitioner.

Under Chen Lin's gaze, the Woodcutter went straight into the Village and stopped before a courtyard near its center. He opened the gate and went in.

He set down the firewood, hung his Firewood Saber on a rack, and pushed open the door to the house.

Everything looked perfectly ordinary.

A Spirit Transformation Cultivator had keen eyesight. Chen Lin could not have mistaken what he saw from this distance, yet the scene only made him less certain.