No one expected that the Xiaolu deer that Lin Xuan always carried on his shoulder would actually be at the Thearch Realm level!
The Xiaolu looked exactly like the spirit pets that female cultivators currently favor.
They originally thought it was just Lin Xuan's spirit pet, useless and only meant to please its master.
Who would have thought...
It's actually the Thearch Realm!
"What... what's going on?"
The disciples of the Heaven-Pillaring Sect were speechless, staring in disbelief at the white deer that grew rapidly in the wind, quickly jumping off Lin Xuan's shoulder and increasing in size hundreds of times. The shock in their eyes was almost tangible.
Their brains are struggling to keep up.
Originally, they thought Lin Xuan was just a Venerable, but now it seems...
The two people from the Blood-Melting Hall were even more shocked.
But besides that, what lingered in their hearts was also fear and dread.
They never expected to encounter something like this!
Lin Xuan looked calmly at the group and slowly said, "Do I need to repeat myself?"
repeat!?
"No, no, no need, senior! I... I'll leave right away, I'll leave right away!"
Not to mention repeating it, the Venerable of the Blood-Melting Hall didn't even dare to look at Lin Xuan twice, nor did he dare to delay any longer.
The two decided to leave, and as if fleeing, they transformed into two streaks of light, ready to fly away.
However, looking at their backs, Lin Xuan gently shook his head.
He patted Xuan Bing lightly, and without him saying anything, a cold light condensed in Xuan Bing's mouth, transforming into a spinning wind blade that shot straight toward the two people behind them.
The rapidly spinning wind blades, like the most ruthless executioner in the world, mercilessly severed half of their bodies, and ice spread upwards along their cut waists.
In a short time, they were frozen in the ice, which crackled and shattered on the ground.
The disciples of the Heaven-Pillaring Sect turned pale at the sight of such a manner of death. They lowered their heads and silently prayed that they were wise enough not to offend this senior, otherwise they wouldn't even know how they died.
Whether they are Venerable or Heavenly Venerable, they have no power to fight back in front of the Thearch Realm.
Lin Xuan walked calmly to the two corpses scattered on the ground, took the Storage Bag from their bodies, and casually tossed them to Xuan Bing, his voice indifferent.
"I told you to leave earlier, but you wouldn't. Now it's too late."
"Gulp!"
The disciples of the Heaven-Pillaring Sect swallowed hard, their eyes and hearts filled with shock. They quickly regained their senses and bowed to Lin Xuan from afar.
"We are deeply grateful to you, senior, for saving our lives!"
Lin Xuan glanced at them casually, said nothing more, and left after leaving only one sentence.
"No need. Since we've taken your things, how can we go back on our word?"
Although Xuan Bing wanted that spiritual herb.
But as the master of Xuan Bing, he naturally had to handle things properly. Besides, Xuan Bing was the one who killed the person; this was a transaction, and it should end here, just right.
Meanwhile, in the Demon-Suppressing City...
" Huang Li'er Huang Li'er..."
The Holy Master of the Primordial Holy Heaven stroked the green fur on the head of his beloved pet while looking at the dark clouds gradually gathering above the encampment, feeling inexplicably worried and uneasy.
Too many things have happened in Demon-Suppressing City recently.
So many things made him start to feel lost.
Although it's normal for Demon-Suppressing City to be shrouded in dark clouds all year round, looking at the thunderclouds in the city today made him feel very concerned and worried.
Especially when he was the only one in the Holy Heaven.
That day, One Sword sword-wielding girl suddenly appeared in the Demon Battlefield, shocking everyone. The Ten Great Saint Heavens were all alarmed and vied to take this peerless genius into their sects. The three Holy Masters of the Primordial Holy Heaven who were guarding this place left two of them and went to the Demon Battlefield together to try to take her as a disciple.
He has not returned to this day.
In recent days, there have been reports of the Holy Spirit appearing near the Cloudmist Marsh.
Deep within the Cloudmist Marsh, a Holy Lotus of Creation is about to bloom and mature.
And that...
"Alas, these are turbulent times."
He was stroking the jade bird with some annoyance when he suddenly noticed a slight fluctuation of Spiritual Power in the teleportation array within the camp.
Two figures appeared within them.
"You're back?"
Immediately, the middle-aged master raised his head excitedly and asked impatiently.
"Have you managed to recruit that little girl?"
"Don't even mention it." The other two holy masters exchanged a glance, shook their heads with helpless smiles, their eyes full of exhaustion.
"It's not that simple."
"That little girl is so talented, Ten Great Saint Heavens gathered, and that guy Nie Fan even went, wanting to take her as his disciple. What do we have to compare with them?"
The Primordial Holy Heaven was merely the last of the Holy Heaven.
If given a choice, who would be so foolish as to choose the Primordial Holy Heaven among the Ten Great Saint Heavens?
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged master's expression turned to shock. He instinctively clenched his fist, and then the jade bird let out a sharp cry of pain, fluttering up and frantically clawing at his forehead.
"Ouch!"
" Huang Li'er, you were wrong, you were wrong, please stop hitting me, ouch!"
After much commotion, the three of them were finally able to return indoors, sit at a table, and remain silent.
The middle-aged master paused, his voice strained as he spoke, " Nie Fan... is that little girl's talent really that terrifying? Even Nie Fan has offered to take her as a disciple?"
Nie Fan's name was known to almost everyone in Demon-Suppressing City.
Putting aside his abilities, his arrogance alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
For so many years, he has been too lazy to return to the Holy Heaven, spending most of his time fighting outside the Demon-Suppressing City. He has even declared that anyone who wants to be his disciple must at least have the same talent as him.
Over the years, countless people have come to him wanting to become his disciples.
However, he didn't like any of them.
That's normal.
Within a century, there are only a handful of people in the entire Holy Heaven Domain who have reached the Ancient Emperor Realm!
Finding such a prodigy, especially one without a master or sect, is incredibly difficult.
Could that girl who suddenly appeared and became famous on the Demon Battlefield really have such exceptional talent?
Reaching the Ancient Emperor Realm in a hundred years—there are only a handful in the entire Holy Heaven Domain. Could that young girl possess such talent?
He sighed with a mix of emotion and regret, and asked without much expectation, "Which family did that little girl eventually become a disciple of?"
Is it the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven?
Or is it the Great Void Holy Heaven?
Or perhaps, the people from the Immortal-Burying Holy Heaven have made their move?
No matter which Holy Heaven one joins, it's not the Primordial Holy Heaven, which truly leaves a bad taste in one's mouth...
Upon hearing his words, the worries on the faces of the other two holy masters vanished instantly, and they even showed some smiles.
"None!"
The two of them spoke with a hint of surprise and bewilderment, shaking their heads slightly as they recalled what had happened that day.
"That girl rejected them all!"
"She didn't choose any of the Ten Great Saint Heavens!"