e sun and stars, there were also countless human cultivators flying on magical artifacts, engaging in fierce battles with the ghost army in the air. 。Although Lü Xiaottian had experienced the battle b...At this point, it could no longer be called a Jianzhu, or even a Jianwan would be more appropriate. However, the current Jianwan was far from taking shape and lacked much attack power. If judged by the sword techniques on the Wujian Stone Tablet, this Jianwan had great potential for power.

The only thing that made Lu Xia Tian a little worried was the ethereal sword energy that had entered his body. Even after condensing the sword pill, he still hadn't been able to remove it from within. Initially, for the sake of refining the Demon Subduing Tower, he spent a lot of time and didn't have much energy left to cultivate other things. Even now, cultivating the Ethereal Sword Technique was mostly to suppress the remaining ethereal sword energy in his body. However, he hadn't solved this problem until now. Even after repeatedly searching for the previous ethereal sword energy within the newly formed sword pill, he still found nothing. Lu Xia Tian couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart. He had a hunch that if he couldn't find it, it meant that the previous ethereal sword energy was hidden even deeper.

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In this way, Lu Xia Tian's affairs became even more numerous. During the day he cultivated and refined sword cores. In the evening, Lu Xia Tian entered the abandoned well and reshaped the silver-leaf Bodhi wood, continuing to refine the Demon Suppressing Pagoda. He would also occasionally take some time to go to Wushang City. He inquired about the Lingquan Amber, but no matter how hard Xu Ying, Cao Bao, and others tried, after hearing a few pieces of information, news about Lingquan Amber disappeared like mud sinking into the sea.

For a time, he had no clue where to begin his search. Even at the two subsequent Golden Core cultivator trading meets after the one he attended, there was still no news about the Spirit Spring Amber. Lu Xia Tian couldn't help but feel some disappointment. However, such a spiritual object wasn't something one could simply have by wanting it. Lacking sufficient sources of information, he felt the importance of power for the first time. This was particularly true in the Chi Yan Continent, where cultivators and worldly kingdoms were highly integrated. In this place, under the influence of a shared celestial dynasty system, various cultivating families operated. Power became even more significant than it had been in the Wan Yue Cultivation Realm. Of course, all power stemmed from one's own strength. On the Chi Yan Continent, and even within Wu Shang City, there were hundreds of Golden Core cultivators. Given his current cultivation level, and his life as a hermit, he did face certain limitations.

Thus, Lü Xia Tian's full hopes could only turn into a sigh of regret. Even a Jindan cultivator had too many helplessness and couldn't take care of everything. Since the information about the spiritual spring amber was no longer available, it was obviously more important to continue refining the Demon Suppressing Tower and sword pellets.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed since spring turned into autumn.

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On a day when snowflakes swirled and danced, Lu Xia Tian strolled leisurely through the snow, not employing his magical powers but walking like an ordinary person, taking deep steps one moment and shallow ones the next. Gazing at the fluttering snow falling into the swaying reeds, Lu Xia Tian suddenly felt a glimmer of understanding. The three sword pills within him hummed softly. Lu Xia Tian extended his left hand, and in his palm, strands of sword energy intertwined, forming a hazy mist that rolled like agile serpent.

Lu Xiaotian pushed his left palm forward, sending several ethereal sword qi into the flying snow. Lu Xiaotian turned and continued walking towards the Hou Mansion. After a long time, behind him the undulating snowy mountains trembled, with towering trees constantly shaking and collapsing. Even the mountain ridge was cut off by a section. Without looking back, Lu Xiaotian knew what was happening behind him.

With every step he took, looking at the snowflakes falling all over the sky, Lu Xia Tian felt that with every step, the tiny snowflakes melted into the swaying white reeds. The dense forest swallowed them up. It seemed that his understanding of swordsmanship had also deepened a little.

"Halt!" The sound of horses' hooves pounding, a roar erupted, startling Lu Xiaoteng's vague sense of unease into nothingness.

Lu Xia tian's eyes flashed with a killing intent, and several snow sparrows shrieked as they took flight from the snowy bushes.

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The visitor was none other than Cao Bao. The six-tiered spirit horse beneath him frightened people to their feet, their limbs going soft. Had it not been for Cao Bao's control, the horse would have collapsed to the ground.

“It’s you,…” Cao Bao was about to call out “senior,” when he suddenly remembered the two slaps Lu Xiaoteng had given him. Although he feared Lu Xiaoteng’s identity as a Golden Core cultivator, seeing that someone was now supporting him, and this Golden Core cultivator was alone, the situation had changed. He no longer needed to fear him.

“My lord, is it inappropriate for a junior to lay hands on someone of your stature” A burly man with a heavy beard, still reeking of bloodlust, took ten steps in one stride and swiftly stood before Cao Bao, blocking all the killing intent Lu Xia Tian had directed at him.

“Third Uncle, this is the one. Many years ago, he severely injured me, and now he dares to plot against my life again.” Cao Bao, a hulking man with thick beard and eyebrows, appeared. Cao Bao, whose heart had been pounding like thunder, now calmed down again.

"Is that so Don't say I'm the third son of the Zhenwei Hou Mansion, even if I were just an ordinary servant, could you, a mere Golden Core cultivator, teach me a lesson" The burly man with a bushy beard, Cao Guang, exuded a strong bloody aura, his momentum overwhelming as he charged towards Lu Xia Tian.

Lu Xia Tian's face flashed a hint of a smile. He had originally intended to avoid trouble, but it seemed the people from Cao Mansion had already started first. Looking at this burly man with unkempt appearance and lingering stench of blood, his murderous aura was almost uncontrollable. Being called "Third Uncle" by Cao Bao, he was clearly the Jindan cultivator from Hou Zhenwei's mansion who had ended the war against the beast tide and returned to Wushang City unharmed.

He had always been cautious and tried to avoid trouble. However, the sudden enlightenment he experienced just now made him a little distracted, lowering his alertness. Yet, this enlightenment also made him incredibly sensitive to changes in the outside world, almost instinctively reacting to them. It was pure coincidence that he ran into Cao Bao.

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