Sitting at the opposite table was a young martial artist in snow-white clothes. This person's eyes were exquisite, and his body faintly exuded a sharp aura unique to sword cultivators. Even though he was holding a wine cup in his hand, it was as if he was holding an indestructible and unstoppable sharp sword.
It was the Sword Maste, Zhao Wuji.
Lin Xuan did not know when this guy had sat across from him, or maybe he had been sitting there the whole time.
With a playful smile, he raised his wine cup and toasted from afar before pouring it down his throat.
Zhao Wuji glanced at Lin Xuan, then expressionlessly drank the wine in his cup, threw down a vitality stone, and got up to leave.
Only when he disappeared at the door did a faint mental wave faintly transmit over: "Lin Xuan, you shouldn't have come. It might still be too late to leave now."
Lin Xuan's expression did not change, and he lightly shook his head.
Zhao Wuji was already one of the two hundred and eighty Sun Swordsmen. He was also a member of the Human Path like Lin Xuan, and could be considered one of his own.
However, Zhao Wuji had been raised by the Sword Maste since he was young. It was impossible for him to completely betray the Sword Maste. It was already very rare for him to deliberately come and warn him.
Moreover, he probably wanted Lin Xuan to die in his heart.
Unfortunately, Lin Xuan had his own plans, and his warning was meaningless.
Although the wine provided by this tavern was priceless spiritual wine in the secular world, in Lin Xuan's eyes, it was extremely inferior. It was far inferior to the wine brewed by Zhao Yanran.
Lin Xuan casually drank a few mouthfuls, and his interest waned. He reckoned that Shen Yueling and the others would not be back for a while, so he might as well divide his attention. While looking at the bustling streets outside, he received the inheritance of the Dragon God's son in his mind, and discerned some useful things.
The Dragon clan was a very mystical race. All of their inheritances could be imprinted in their bloodline, and passed down from generation to generation. The higher the grade of their bloodline, the more things they could inherit.
The Dragon God's son could be considered the Dragon clan with the noblest bloodline, and was infinitely close to the Ancestral Dragon.
This also caused the number of things in their bloodline inheritance to be huge, all-encompassing.
Some of these inheritances were very useful to Lin Xuan. For example, some powerful Dragons clan's divine abilities and secret techniques made him envious, as if he had obtained a treasure. But most of them were actually useless.
Filtering out useful things from a large number of useless inheritances was indeed a time-consuming and laborious task.
However, a moment later, Lin Xuan's face suddenly lit up. He had discovered a Dragon Clan Secret Skill Inheritance that he was interested in.
This secret technique was called the Thunder Fire Divine Chain. Only dragons who possessed both thunder and fire attributes could cultivate this technique.
In the Dragon clan, only one in ten million Variant Dragon Kings, the Dragon God's son, had the possibility of having multiple attributes.
Lin Xuan had refined the Dragon God's son, a super Variant Dragon with ten attributes, so he naturally had the qualifications to cultivate it.
Moreover, this Dragons clan's secret technique, the Thunderfire God Chain, was suspected to be a Divine Skill. This was especially rare, so Lin Xuan couldn't ignore it.
When he had defeated Chu Jian Hun, he had captured Chu Jian Hun's remnant soul, wanting to extract the Nine Nether Melodious Light Divine Skill.
Unfortunately, Chu Jian Hun had disappointed him. Regarding the Nine Nether Melodious Light Divine Skill, Chu Jian Hun himself had only learned half of it, and was unable to derive the mysteries of the Divine Skill. This had caused Lin Xuan to miss the opportunity to obtain the Divine Skill.
But now, he had actually obtained a complete Divine Skill inheritance, so naturally he was very excited.
However, before he could carefully study this Divine Skill, a tall and burly figure on the street outside caught his attention.
This was another acquaintance, an old acquaintance from more than a decade ago.
On the surface, this was also a young man. He wore a black robe, and his temperament was as calm as a mountain. Among the bustling crowd, he stood out like a crane among chickens, causing all the cultivators to make way for him.
Behind him, there were more than a dozen powerful Martial Masters, all of them exuding a thick Evil Qi, revealing an unconcealable aura of an assassin.
This person was actually Di Ying, and behind him were naturally the assassins of the Dragon Soul Hall.
When Lin Xuan noticed Di Ying, Di Ying had also noticed Lin Xuan, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
After a slight hesitation, he walked through the crowd and arrived at the tavern.
"Lin Xuan, long time no see," Di Ying said indifferently.
Di Ying's arrival immediately raised the vigilance of Yan Hui, Chi Wufeng, and the others. They all secretly gathered their strength and stared closely at Di Ying.
"Yeah, it's been more than a decade."
Lin Xuan was very relaxed. He made an inviting gesture. Although Di Ying's cultivation was even more unfathomable, he was not afraid.
Di Ying did not stand on ceremony and sat down opposite Lin Xuan.
"In just a decade, you've already reached where you are today. This has truly exceeded my expectations.
Looking at it now, I made the right choice not to fight to the death with you back then. A person chosen by the heavens like you is truly not an enemy. "
Di Ying laughed self-deprecatingly. He took out a jug of wine and pressed it gently. The wine poured into his mouth.
He shook his head as if he was dissatisfied.
Lin Xuan stared deeply at Di Ying. He really did not see any hostility in the other party's eyes. Or perhaps, this guy was hiding it too well.
Di Ying seemed to see Lin Xuan's confusion. He said rather casually, "Lin Xuan, in the past decade, I have never made things difficult for you. In fact, my Dragon Soul Hall has never accepted any missions related to you. This is not because I have let go of my hatred, but because I actually do not hate you."
"Oh? What do you mean by that? "Lin Xuan asked with a curious expression.
"The reason is very simple. I should actually be thanking you."
Di Ying looked at the street outside and said calmly, "Back then, I was honored as the son of the Dragon God, but it was actually not my wish. That position had trapped me for ten thousand years. Although I had prepared a backup plan, I did not dare to take that step because I was not completely confident. It was you who helped me make up my mind.
Although I lost many things due to the lack of time, I succeeded in the end. I was no longer trapped in Dragon Realm Mountain like a living tombstone. "
"I see. It seems that you really should be thanking me." Lin Xuan smiled noncommittally.
Di Ying turned his gaze and stared at Lin Xuan and said, "Lin Xuan, you and I do not have any unresolvable grievances. In some ways, you and I are natural allies."
Lin Xuan's eyes moved and showed some confusion.
Ever since he had used the Luck Severing Blade to sever the Dragon Soul Hall's fortune, the Dragon Soul Hall had fallen apart.
In the end, Di Ying, the son of the Dragon God reincarnated, cleaned up the mess and gathered less than thirty percent of the former Dragon Soul Hall's forces. He also went from the light to the dark, and went underground.
But even so, the other superpowers did not forget to add insult to injury. They suppressed the Dragon Soul Hall in every way they could. In the past ten years, the Dragon Soul Hall had not recovered under Di Ying's leadership. Instead, it had declined even more and was on the verge of death.
Even if Di Ying was the reincarnation of a ten thousand year old monster, he was powerless to reverse the situation.
It was clear that Di Ying wanted to ally with Lin Xuan.
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