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Lin Xuan spent the night with Deng Chanyu in the front-line military camp.

The next morning, he was preparing to take the mother and daughter back to the Pangu Temple.

A message came from the Pangu Temple.

Lin Tian's message.

"Father, there's something going on in Luoshui. Several Great Luo Golden Immortal level demonic beasts are heading towards the seal. Sixth Brother said you don't need to worry about it, he'll handle it himself."

Lin Xuan glanced at the message and raised an eyebrow.

A demonic beast at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal?

Was it sealed away by the Chongluo River?

This was the work of Zhunti.

While the bald monk was using a hidden wire to recharge the remains of the Qiongqi, he also sent demonic beasts to physically destroy the seal.

He grabbed it with both hands, and both hands were very dirty.

"Lin Yun said he's got it sorted out?" Lin Xuan asked.

Lin Tian sent another message.

"Yes, Sixth Brother set up a miniature Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation near the Luo River seal. Those demonic beasts that went inside were shredded to pieces. Sixth Brother didn't stand up the whole time; he was lying on the rock reading a book. He finished the fight in the time it took to turn two pages."

Lin Xuan smiled.

Lin Yun, that kid, will always be like this.

No matter how big the problem is, it's not worth him standing up for.

If you can lie down, don't sit; if you can sit, don't stand.

fight?

There's a sword formation.

Standing up is tiring.

On the banks of the Luo River.

Let's go back half a day.

Lin Yun lay on a blue stone on the bank of the Luo River, with an ancient book on formations spread out in front of him.

He was dressed in a clean white Taoist robe, which seemed out of place on the muddy riverbank.

The four miniature versions of the Four Swords of Zhuxian, given to him by the Tongtian Sect Leader, floated beside him.

The four small swords were about the length of chopsticks, gleaming with different colored sword lights—the Immortal Slaughtering Sword shone with purple light, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword with golden light, the Immortal Trapping Sword with blue light, and the Immortal Absolute Sword with black light.

The sword light reflected on Lin Yun's face, but he didn't even lift his eyelids.

He was reading a book.

An ancient book about the Taiyi Great Five Elements Array.

He found it in the library of Pangu Temple and has been looking at it for three days. He has just gotten to the exciting part.

Suddenly, ripples appeared on the water's surface.

Several dark figures darted up from the bottom of the river.

A three-headed demon beast at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

One of them was a black python with the body of a snake and the head of a tiger, and its body was over a hundred feet long.

One of them is a six-winged iron-winged roc with a wingspan of thirty zhang, and a single flap of its wings can create a hurricane.

There was another creature that resembled a one-horned rhinoceros, its body covered in black scales, and its horn gleaming with an eerie light.

After emerging from the water, the three-headed monster headed straight for the seal downstream of the Luo River.

Their eyes gleamed with a dark golden light—the control techniques of the Western religion.

The puppet remotely controlled by Zhunti.

Lin Yun turned a page of the book.

He didn't even look up.

The four swords of Zhuxian moved.

It wasn't manually controlled by Lin Yun.

They moved on their own.

Lin Yun's innate array source body endowed him with an instinct—arrays in his hands do not need to be deliberately cast, only a thought is needed.

With a single thought, the formation was created.

Four small swords spun rapidly beside him before shooting out in four different directions.

East. West. South. North.

The moment the four swords landed, a miniature Zhuxian Sword Formation unfolded on the banks of the Luo River.

The formation's coverage area was not large, only about a hundred feet in radius.

But within this hundred-zhang area is an absolute dead zone.

The three demonic beasts charged into the formation's area.

The black python was the first to be hit.

The sword energy of Zhuxian slashed in from all directions, densely packed like raindrops.

The scales of the Xuan Python are said to be "unbreakable even by Golden Immortals"—but this is the Qi of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.

Nothing can stop a sage.

The scales were cut into pieces like paper.

Before the black python could even let out a scream, its body was torn into dozens of pieces by the sword energy.

The six-winged iron-winged roc tried to fly into the sky.

The wings had barely flapped halfway when the Immortal-Trapping Sword Qi pressed down from directly above.

The six wings were cut into tiny pieces.

The Iron-Winged Roc fell straight down from mid-air, crashing into the formation and being twisted again.

The one-horned rhinoceros is the most resilient.

It lowered its head and used its horns to resist the sword energy.

The demonic light on the corner collided with the sword energy of the Immortal-Slaying Sword.

The corner is broken.

Then the rhinoceros broke too.

From beginning to end, it took less than ten breaths.

The three-headed, Golden Immortal-level demon beast was reduced to a pile of minced meat and bone fragments.

Lin Yun turned a page of the book.

"Noisy," he said, uttering a single word.

The four swords of Zhuxian flew back and obediently hovered beside him.

There was some blood on the sword.

Lin Yun frowned and reached out to wipe the blade of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword.

It's wiped clean.

He continued reading.

The Shang soldiers on patrol nearby witnessed the entire process.

My jaw almost dropped to the ground.

That young master who was lying on the rock reading a book...did he just kill three demonic beasts at the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal?

He didn't even stand up?

The soldiers exchanged glances and swallowed hard in unison.

"Which young master is this?"

"Young Master Yun. Sixth Young Master."

"Is that the legendary genius of formations?"

"It's not a legend. Didn't you just see it with your own eyes?"

The soldiers shrank back.

I dared not look any longer.

I was afraid of disturbing the Sixth Young Master's reading.

What if I anger him and he sets up a trap to strangle me?