Of the two cultivators he had encountered recently who might have been capable of this, the first was the old stallholder, whose cultivation was suspected to be at true core, or even higher.
But they had only exchanged a glance from far away, with considerable distance between them and little interaction. The possibility was limited.
The second was True Person Linghu.
Although they had not interacted much either, they had at least had some dealings, and at closer quarters.
Whatever the case, Lin Changheng only wanted to stay far away from them.
Naturally, he would not travel with them again, lest something unforeseen happen.
Thus, he casually found an excuse and stayed behind.
What should I do next? Lin returned to the Immortal Inn and continued thinking.
Strength!
The point on which everything hinged suddenly flashed through Lin Changheng's mind.
Every problem, every worry, stemmed from insufficient strength. Once he was strong enough, everything would fall into place like bamboo splitting beneath a blade!
His eyes suddenly lit up.
He really did have a way to increase his strength quickly!
The [Redcloud Mystic Flame]!
Lin Changheng had already collected three pieces of [lavafire crystal], which held vast, potent reserves of flame essence that could help a second-tier natural demonic flame transform.
Since he felt unsafe, he would first hole up in this market ward for a while, complete the transformation of the [Redcloud Mystic Flame], and reach the third tier before considering anything else.
By then, his strength and his means of deterrence would both increase!
But how to deal with the mysterious mark on his body still troubled Lin Changheng.
He sat cross-legged in the quiet room, brows slightly furrowed, sweeping his spiritual sense over it again and again as he carefully examined the concealed mark branded onto his