Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

For the next seven days, Lin Zhao stayed close behind that person, maintaining a distance of between two hundred and five hundred li.

Xuan Yinzi was very cautious.

Moreover, he seems to be in a lot of trouble, and many people are following him.

Lin Zhao wasn't too surprised; thinking about it, it made sense.

Could a genius who was temporarily recruited really be taken advantage of by a powerful Core Formation faction?

There must have been a twist in the story behind successfully obtaining the third-tier spiritual item.

However, none of this mattered to Lin Zhao. All Lin Zhao needed to do was make the final move and achieve her goal.

On the first day, the man flew eight hundred miles north, then suddenly turned east and plunged into a rolling hilly area.

Lin Zhao followed him from a distance high in the sky, watching him dart in and out of the ravines like an eel.

The next day, he hid in a valley for half a day.

The valley was surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there was a dense forest at the bottom of the valley. He went deep into the forest, sat cross-legged behind a huge rock, and remained motionless, like a stone.

Lin Zhao stopped on a mountaintop a hundred miles away, without moving.

Half a day later, the man emerged from behind the boulder and continued on his way.

On the third day, he encountered the first wave of trouble that caught up with him.

Three cultivators at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage caught up with him; the leader was a burly man with broad shoulders and a thick waist.

"Boy, hand over the Heart of the Green Wood, and I'll spare your life."

The young man in fine clothes stood on a boulder, the moonlight shining on his face and revealing a faint smile.

"Did your master send you?"

The big man was taken aback.

In that brief moment of hesitation, the young man in fine clothes made his move.

The moment the Azure Frost Sword was drawn, the air within a radius of several hundred feet suddenly turned cold, and white frost condensed on the grass.

The sword light flashed like a bolt of lightning, traversing the night sky. The head of a man behind the burly man flew off, and before the blood could even splatter, it was frozen into ice shards.

The black iron shield unfolded simultaneously, its shadow like a small mountain, crashing down on the other person.

The man raised his magical artifact to block, but with a crack, the artifact shattered, and the shield's shadow struck his chest. He was sent flying and crashed into the mountainside, causing a shower of rocks to fall from the cliff.

The Falling Star Seal followed closely behind, descending from the sky like a meteor falling to the ground, blasting the third person directly into the ground, creating a large crater. The person at the bottom of the crater was no longer recognizable as a human.

Three people died in three breaths.

Lin Zhao, three hundred miles away, learned about the battle through a mysterious sense.

Brief, intense, and ended quickly.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

A Core Formation True Person undergoing a re-cultivation is indeed not something an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator can handle.

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On the fourth day, the second wave of people arrived.

This time there were seven of them, three at the peak of Foundation Establishment and four at the late stage of Foundation Establishment. They set up a Seven Star Formation, intending to surround and kill him.

He showed no mercy either.

The Azure Frost Sword, the Black Iron Shield, and the Falling Star Seal—three magical artifacts—were drawn simultaneously.

The formation was forcibly torn open, and the remaining four people tried to escape, but he gave them no chance at all.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the rocky hill had been leveled, with rubble everywhere and moonlight illuminating the bloodstains on the ground.

He stood amidst the rubble, his robes stained with blood, his breathing slightly disordered.

The fifth day, the third group of people.

This time, an elderly man at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage arrived. He exuded a calm aura and carried a damaged third-tier magic weapon.

The two fought for half an hour, and finally, he seized an opening in the old man's defenses.

He unexpectedly used a third-tier magic weapon, which not only shattered the damaged magic weapon but also trapped the elder at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, and then successfully killed his opponent.

He stood in the center of the battlefield, looking down at a wound on his chest, his brows furrowed slightly.

Even a damaged third-tier magic weapon is indeed troublesome.

He took out the pill and swallowed it, then tore off half of his robe to hastily bandage his wound, changed direction, and continued on his way.

Lin Zhao, three hundred miles away, sensed the man's movement trajectory.

They went around in circles again.

This guy is really careful.

The sixth day, the seventh day.

The man then went in three large circles and changed direction five times.

On the evening of the seventh day, the man finally stopped for the time being.

Lin Zhao sensed that he had stopped moving and was fixed in a certain direction.

He opened his eyes and looked north.

This is a desolate mountain range on the edge of the Tongming Domain. The mountains are steep, with peaks like swords piercing the night sky.

There is no human habitation within a thousand miles, the nearest spiritual vein is a thousand miles away, and the nearest market town is three thousand miles away.

What a wonderful place to bury bones.

With a flash of inspiration, Lin Zhao flew in that direction.

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Late at night, the moon and stars are rare.

The barren mountains stretch endlessly, with a light mist lingering among them.

Lin Zhao landed on a mountaintop, which was bare except for a few jagged boulders.

He gazed at another mountain more than twenty miles away.

The mountain is shaped like a reclining tiger, with its head held high, its back undulating, and its tail trailing behind.

The mysterious connection points to the area inside Wohu Mountain—there should be naturally formed caves inside the mountain.

The person is hiding inside, probably recovering their magical power.

Although those waves of pursuit failed to subdue him, they did consume a significant amount of his magical energy.

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Lin Zhao was about to make her move.

After observing for a period of time, he made a judgment about the man's background.

A normal Core Formation cultivator's spiritual sense range is between twenty and thirty li, but Xuan Yinzi's is clearly shorter.

Lin Zhao estimated that when he was in good health, he was at the peak of the early Core Formation stage.

Now, after rebuilding, his spiritual consciousness has been severely damaged, and he has barely reached the threshold of Core Formation, about twenty miles away.

This is an opportunity.

Lin Zhao made a decision: to fly a kite from afar using only the Golden Phoenix Bow.

He slowly unfolded his Four Elements and Five Sacred Mountains Dharma Domain.

The power of the Dharma Domain spread silently, quietly merging into the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The five illusory mountain shadows appeared and disappeared in the Dharma Domain, with four colors of spiritual light flowing endlessly—but they were all compressed to the extreme, with no energy leaking out.

Enveloped by a domain of law, the fluctuations in the flow of spiritual energy were suppressed to a minimum, so even if cultivators were nearby, they would not be able to detect anything unusual here.

Lin Zhao is gradually gaining control of the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius.

He took out the third-tier magic weapon, the Golden Phoenix Bow.

The bow is entirely gilded, gleaming with a warm luster under the moonlight.

The entire bow was enveloped in golden light, and within the light, the faint image of a phoenix could be seen flapping its wings.

The phoenix was sometimes solid and sometimes ethereal; with each flap of its wings, the surrounding spiritual energy would pulsate.

A third-tier magic weapon, the Golden Phoenix Bow.

Its most powerful attack, the Golden Phoenix Arrow, could only be fired once, even if Lin Zhao used all his magic power.

However, with the help of the spiritual liquid from the Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool, he could use it normally—it just burned some spirit stones.

Lin Zhao stood in mid-air, holding the bow in his left hand and placing his right hand on the bowstring.

He took a deep breath.

Deep within his dantian, the lightning liquid stored in the Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool surged wildly, and thirty percent of the spiritual liquid instantly transformed into spiritual power, which was then injected into the Golden Phoenix Bow!

His body trembled.

The bowstring was slowly drawn back.

As the bowstring was drawn, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged.

The spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius seemed to be seized by an invisible hand, frantically converging towards the bow.

The mist was torn apart, grass covered the ground, and the moss on the rocks dried up instantly.

A golden phoenix took shape on the bowstring.

The moment the phoenix took shape, the air within a radius of several miles seemed to freeze.