Seeking Immortality In The Cultivation World

The auction house was quiet.

The four people who were originally glaring at Lin Xiu as he left suddenly looked pained.

One of them tore open his robe, revealing a hideous wound on his chest.

"Feng Fellow Daoist, you used the family secret technique to remove the prohibition planted in my body by the Qianjie Sect. It won't be discovered, right?"

The female cultivator also touched her chest, which was no different from this person's.

"There shouldn't be any problem, but this method is too domineering. It may take twenty years of arduous cultivation to recover."

"It's worth it. It's much better than being blown up by Elder Hua's 'Explosive Flame Talisman.' Damn it, whether it's the Qianjie Peak or the Five Great Sects, they used such vicious means to prevent us from surrendering!"

The other three people also showed fear on their faces.

.....

Lin Xiu safely left the auction house with twenty high-grade spirit stones in his possession.

Originally, with his cautious nature, he would not dare to extort a Foundation Building stage cultivator.

But this time was an exception.

He had full confidence in leaving unscathed.

These days, he was not solely focused on fighting alongside his wife, but constantly thinking about the possible changes that could occur.

He had already anticipated that some people would try to take refuge in the auction house's defensive formation.

And he had prepared for this situation.

When he meticulously analyzed each step, his eyes lit up.

It would be a shame not to extort a bit.

Because in the final step, he relied on the second-tier formation disk, the "Golden Light Barrier."

This small formation disk had a limited range, but it was enough to block the entrance.

At the same time, as long as a few strands of the impure spiritual energy of the Blood Tree Juice or the unique spiritual energy known as the "Decaying Bone Spirit" were placed in the formation, even a Foundation Building stage cultivator would be forced to kneel.

Once he safely reached the entrance and expressed his desire for a "benefit fee," even if the other party turned hostile, he could simply block the entrance with the formation disk and escape with almost no risk.

Although he might lose a more valuable treasure, he could still leave calmly.

But cultivators were also human beings. By manipulating their psychology through various means, unexpected situations would not exceed ten percent, making it worth a try.

Although the past month had been thrilling, he gained more. It seemed that his anxious heart had dissipated unconsciously.

However, as he looked back at the entrance before leaving, his heart pounded, and he tapped his head absentmindedly.

"Idiot, those four people were solely focused on saving their lives. Otherwise, there would still be some danger. I can't be like this in the future."

After reciting the "Heavenly Gama Spell" behind his back, he transformed into a three-inch tall naked little person carrying a small bundle on his back.

He quietly went upstairs, surveyed the surroundings, and then jumped onto a beam where he had previously dug a small hole, just enough to squeeze his small body into.

In the Treasure Pavilion, he heard the bustling sounds outside, with people constantly directing cultivators to perform various activities.

At this moment, whether he pretended to be a disciple of the Endless Pleasure Sect or the Qianjie Peak, it would attract attention. He might even be dragged into battle.

As long as he narrowed his target and hid himself to the greatest extent possible, once Vermilion Bird Mountain attacked Ping'an Market, everyone's attention would shift, and the defense of the four entrances of the large formation would inevitably loosen. That would be the best time to leave.

This was his second strategy, which was a bit dangerous.

The reason he carried the Jiao Pearl on his back instead of putting it in the ring...

It could hold two living people, one of whom was his beloved wife. He didn't dare to take the risk of spatial collapse.

The unexpected arrival of those four people disrupted his plan to sneak into Ping'an Market from the auction house, but it was a last resort.

Although there was a risk of being discovered here, it was still better than constantly guarding against the attacks of those four people.

And even if he was discovered, he had another way.

Although I have to wear women's clothing and disguise myself as Hong Jie...

In less than a day, Lin Xiu, who constantly focused his mind on the market, raised his eyebrows.

Here it comes!

The entire market seemed to be shrouded in a tense and murderous atmosphere. The once bustling noise seemed to have disappeared, replaced by a chilling silence.

Countless pressures from those in power almost overwhelmed him, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Even without using his spiritual sense to observe, he could feel death so close, causing his body to tremble slightly.

A thunderous sound seemed to echo in the sky, enveloping the entire market with a powerful voice.

"Wei Qianqiu, you have betrayed Great Xia by joining forces with the Da Zhou Sect, causing countless lives to suffer. What crime should you be held accountable for?"

Another voice echoed in the sky.

"Chu Xianxiong, it's been decades, and you still have this annoying appearance. I only ask you, how can you sit on the Vermilion Bird Mountain with your dwindling lifespan? As for destroying your heritage, you should ask the people from your Thousand Calamities Sect."

Red Jie's voice suddenly entered Lin Xiu's ears.

"Master Chu, this is not the time to provoke us. It seems inappropriate for us to lose our composure as the leaders of our respective sects."

"Composure? Hua Qianhong, this is the testimony of a spy from your Thousand Calamities Sect who infiltrated my Purple Cloud Sect. Are you willing to let Wei Qianqiu take a look?"

"I have no objections!"

Red Jie retorted, but in Lin Xiu's ears, it seemed like she lacked confidence.

Damn.

It seems that the Thousand Calamities Sect really annihilated Wei Qianqiu's family and framed the Sect Master of Purple Cloud Sect.

Calculating the time, this should have happened fifty or sixty years ago.

The Thousand Calamities Sect, or rather the five major sects of Da Zhou, had long planned to sow discord, most likely to annex the entire Thousand Despair Mountains and obtain countless resources.

However, something seems off.

In just a few days, they have already reached the doorstep. The strength of Wei Qianqiu's side doesn't seem as powerful as imagined.

To be honest, Lin Xiu has always felt that Wei Qianqiu's behavior is somewhat abnormal. It is understandable to use the lives of the entire secret realm and tens of thousands of independent cultivators to blood sacrifice that demonic blade, considering the blood feud he carries. But is that all?

The performance of the other five sects also seems lackluster. Although he hasn't seen the battle, with the enemy reaching here so quickly, are these ten-plus Nascent Soul old monsters and nearly a hundred Gold Core experts just for show?

The Nascent Soul and Gold Core cultivators of Purple Cloud Sect on Vermilion Bird Mountain are limited in number. In order to guard against neighboring countries and defend their headquarters, they would never send out all their forces.

Both sides should be evenly matched.

In addition, there's his "father-in-law" Ji Ruoxu.

As the Sect Master, he only showed himself once, and his purpose was just to find his daughter.

Based on the conversation with Red Jie, he should have already returned to Da Zhou at this time, not participating at all, only sending Red Jie and two other Nascent Soul cultivators to supervise the battle.

Lin Xiu's head was about to explode.

Each of these people harbors hidden motives and has deep schemes. They truly deserve to be cunning individuals who have lived for over a thousand years.

He didn't consider himself that intelligent, so he quickly stuck a "concealment talisman" on his clean little butt.

This thing couldn't make him invisible, but it could reduce the fluctuations of spiritual energy on his body. If no one specifically used their divine sense to search, it would have some effect in reducing his presence.

Combined with the "Size-changing Magical Artifact" itself having some similar effects, it was a perfect combination for home and travel, killing and escaping.

Now both sides are spitting at each other in the sky, aiming to shake the morale of the other side and boost the morale of their own troops.

The perfect opportunity to escape!

Quietly pushing open a window on the east side, he carried a small cloth bag wrapped in dragon beads and quietly slipped into the drainage ditch on the side of the street, sneaking towards the east gate...