Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

His voice was hoarse, trembling with the lingering fear of a near-death experience.

"It's just a supreme divine power; I've seen it before. The true form of the Heavenly Demon Myriad Manifestations is ten times larger than that wheel—no, a hundred times larger!"

He paused for a moment, as if trying to convince himself.

"That thing... what are those eyes? I've seen Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords, and none of them are this strange..."

His voice grew softer and softer.

He had a feeling that those eyes had deliberately let him go.

Otherwise, let alone his demonic soul, even his original body, millions of miles away, might not have been able to escape.

The thought sent a chill down his spine.

But he wasn't sure either.

The demonic soul of the Heavenly Demon Lord remained silent for a long time.

He watched as the young figure flew further and further away, gradually disappearing into the night.

As the night wind blew by, his figure became even fainter, like smoke that might dissipate at any moment.

"A reincarnated immortal?" he muttered to himself. "It can't be that bad..."

He shook his head violently, thinking it was too exaggerated.

But that aura was definitely not the power of the human realm; it was a mighty force that only the spirit realm possessed.

As the apparent controller of the Heavenly Demon lineage of the Nine Nether Demon Sect, he knew things that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators could never know.

The true strength of the seven overlords has never been limited to the power of the human realm.

Those sect patriarchs who ascended to the spirit realm have maintained contact with the human realm.

Some of these old Deng people have lived for countless millennia.

Although they are in the spirit world, the legacy they left behind and various contingency plans are all in the hands of the hegemonic forces.

This kid is probably another pawn of some ascended elder from the Cloud Sea Cangming Sect.

The Heavenly Demon Lord's demonic soul made up its mind—not to investigate further.

In the world of cultivation, there is a way to die called "knowing too much".

He wouldn't make that kind of mistake. Let's pretend we didn't see what happened today.

It's just a loss, a demonic soul. It will recover in a few years.

Is it worth offending a kid who might be protected by an old man who's about to ascend to immortality over something so trivial?

The difference in cultivation levels among cultivators is like heaven and earth.

Even though he's in the human realm, those ascended elders are in the spirit realm. If they really wanted to kill him, he would have nowhere to escape.

As for ascending to the Demon Realm?

He would never take that step unless absolutely necessary.

As the Demon Lord, he understood the cruelty of the demonic path better than anyone else.

Despite the fact that the Nine Nether Demon Sect has produced many powerful demons who all clamored to ascend to the Demon Realm before their ascension, in reality, 90% of them ultimately chose to ascend to the Spirit Realm.

The demonic soul of the Heavenly Demon Lord took one last look at Lin Zhao's departing figure.

He sighed. He had been severely injured, and his cultivation level had plummeted from Core Formation to Foundation Establishment.

"Alright, let's find someone else."

His figure transformed into a wisp of smoke and drifted in another direction.

Lin Zhao's inspiration had completely vanished into the sky.

Unbeknownst to him, just moments before, a Nascent Soul demonic soul had entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

All he knew was that he had won this battle.

Obtained two Tier 3 spiritual items and one Tier 3 magic weapon.

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Lin Zhao returned to the Immortal City without making a sound.

He blended in with the monks entering the city, and no one noticed him.

The courtyard was quiet. Lin You and Ye Xiaoxiao were still cultivating.

Lin Zhao didn't disturb them. She went into her room, sat down cross-legged, and let out a long breath.

He has been away for more than ten days, and there are less than half a month left until the once-in-a-century auction in the Immortal City.

He chased the enemy for over a thousand miles, fired eleven Golden Phoenix Arrows, and managed to kill a Core Formation cultivator.

He looked down at the storage ring on his hand—Xuan Yinzi's black storage ring, the contents of which he hadn't yet carefully checked.

Worth it.

But there are some things that need to be dealt with quickly.

That Xuan Yin Ghost Hand, after all, was not a defensive magic weapon, and it was quite damaged in the final attack.

He held it in his hand and examined it. There were several fine cracks on the surface of the ghost hand, and its spiritual light was dim.

This thing is yin in nature, while the Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool in his hand is extremely yang and yang in nature. Their attributes are incompatible, so he can't recover at all.

It can only be said that the transformation of the Spirit Gathering Pool into the Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool has both advantages and disadvantages. It seems I'll have to go back to the sect again.

He stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

There was already some activity in the courtyard; Lin You was practicing her sword, the sword light flickering uncertainly in the morning light.

Ye Xiaoxiao sat beside her, holding a jade slip in her hands, looking at it intently.

"I'm going back to my sect for a few days," Lin Zhao said.

Lin You sheathed her sword and glanced at him.

My uncle has only been back for a few hours, and he's leaving again?

But she didn't ask any more questions, she just nodded and said, "Take care on the road, Uncle."

Lin Zhao hummed in agreement and turned to leave the courtyard.

With a flash of light from the teleportation array, the person was already in Ziyang Immortal City within the sect's territory.

Behind the Thousand Machine Hall of the sect is a special weapon-refining peak, where the sect's third-tier weapon-refining masters are stationed year-round.

Lin Zhao found a weapon refiner surnamed Meng and handed him the Xuan Yin Ghost Hand.

After some final haggling...

Lin Zhao ultimately used most of the second-tier resources in Xuan Yinzi's storage ring to repair the third-tier magic weapon.

It can only be said that magical artifacts are not something that ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators can afford.

Fortunately, these items were still Xuan Yinzi's spoils of war, and the hundreds of high-grade spirit stones were not used.

Using sect contribution points can save you a lot of money.

However, within the sect, contribution points are far more useful than spirit stones—spirit stones can be obtained from outside sources, but contribution points are much harder to acquire.

However, with the help of a master craftsman from a sect, the repair speed was indeed fast.

Three days later, the magical artifact, the Mysterious Yin Ghost Hand, was repaired.

Lin Zhao picked up the ghost hand and examined it. The shattered runes had been re-engraved, the lines were finer than before, and the spiritual light was more restrained.

Unlike before, it no longer resembled a ferocious weapon; instead, it looked more like a normal magical artifact. He put the Xuan Yin Ghost Hand into his storage ring and turned to leave.

When I returned to Tongming Immortal City, the streets had changed.

Two weeks ago it was just lively, now it's packed with people.

In the 48 districts of the outer city, every street was packed with people.

There are more people selling elixirs, magical artifacts, talismans, and information—even the food vendors have increased more than tenfold.

The once-in-a-century auction is about to begin in a few days.

Lin Zhao called Lin You and Ye Xiaoxiao over.

The two girls stood in the courtyard, their eyes sparkling, like children waiting for candy to be given out during the New Year.

Luo Yu was also standing nearby, but Lin Zhao glanced at him and said, "You go with the Yan family."

Luo Yu was stunned for a moment.

Lin Zhao said, "Yan Lie will take you inside. Follow him and see more of the sights to broaden your horizons."

Luo Yu paused for a moment, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

Lin Zhao had already turned and left.

Ye Xiaoxiao stood there, looking at Lin Zhao's back, then at Luo Yu, a hint of unease flashing across her face.

She lowered her head and quickly followed Lin You.

Lin Zhao saw all of this but remained silent.

Luo Yu stood alone at the entrance of the villa for a long time.

When Yan Lie came to pick him up, he noticed that Yan Lie's expression was off and asked him what was wrong.

Luo Yu shook his head and said it was nothing.

Yan Lie patted Luo Yu on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You're only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and you're only twenty years old. What's the rush?"

"First, improve your cultivation level; once you've established your foundation, then we can talk about other things."

Luo Yu lowered his head and hummed in agreement.