Chapter 114: That Man Has Returned
“Strum! Strum…”
Accompanied by the rumbling sound of hooves, four bowstring vibrations rang out in the mist.
White Mist surged, wind force fierce.
Four Magic Tool Arrows containing the power of lightning whistled past, heading straight for Yin Twenty-Five ahead.
Yin Twenty-Five’s movement technique was impressive, dodging all four arrows. But this delay slowed his escape, and from the white mist behind him, a yellow figure wearing wide monk’s robes flew up from his mount’s back, like a great bird flying in the sky, landing in front of Yin Twenty-Five and blocking his path.
“Rumble!”
The nine riders behind quickly closed in, dust flying.
They rode giant lion-headed steeds, full of killing intent, magic energy overflowing. The steeds’ heads resembled lion heads, their entire bodies covered in green fur, exceptionally majestic, clearly having drunk exotic beast blood.
The nine people on horseback all had Eight Springs Cultivation, wearing monk’s robes.
Five held long-handled war sabers, four carried bows and quivers.
The winged Deformed Humanoid Race Martial Cultivator blocking Yin Twenty-Five ahead was the strongest, a Nine Springs Supreme Person who had opened Nine Springs Ancestral Field. He wore bright yellow monk’s robes, holding a heavy Magic Tool Saber.
The wings on the back of the Nine Springs monk’s robe Martial Cultivator constantly flapped, his left hand forming a magic seal, saying: “Amitabha Buddha! Sui Sect and San Chen Palace’s Five Seas Realm experts are guarding the boundary edge. Benefactor, if you flee back, the killing there is even greater. Hand over the exotic medicine, and this monk will spare your life. Buddha practitioners absolutely keep their word.”
Yin Twenty-Five gripped his war sword tightly, wiping blood from his mouth, gritting his teeth as he scanned all directions: “You Coffin Mountain people are truly insatiable. The Nine Great Tribes offer tribute to that taboo every year, hoping to exchange for peace. I didn’t expect that those offerings couldn’t satisfy your appetites at all. You’ve actually colluded with the Four Great Sects. What, you want to divide Li Zhou too?”
In the mist, a voice rang out: “You, a grand Nine Springs Pure Immortal Body, why so much talk? What reason is there to speak with Buddha Bandits?”
Li Weiyi no longer stayed invisible, appearing seven zhang away, his figure standing tall and straight.
Dressed in night-walking clothes, blurry and mysterious.
Seeing Li Weiyi, Yin Twenty-Five was overjoyed, saying: “You don’t know, these ten are elites handpicked from the Buddha Bandits’ Iron Arhat Army, having taken Dyeing Cloud Exotic Medicine, all stepping into Eight Springs Feng Fu, each with impressive battle techniques. Ten together, without even formation script, can surround and fight a First Realm of the Five Seas Realm strong practitioner.”
“You can’t beat them, I’ll do it.”
Li Weiyi took out the Evil Camel Bell, channeling Zu Tian Magic Energy into it, shaking his wrist.
“Ding ding!”
The bell sound rang out, making everyone feel as if they were in a vast yellow sand desert.
Li Weiyi currently still had difficulty controlling it, so the evil thoughts released by the Evil Camel Bell were indiscriminate attacks, appearing in the minds of the ten Buddha Bandits and Yin Twenty-Five. Their heads all seemed to turn into bells, constantly shaken, ringing nonstop, consciousness dazed, negative emotions constantly breeding.
“Rumble!”
A half-virtual, half-real giant camel rushed out from the Evil Camel Bell, galloping on four hooves, head held high, crashing into the Iron Arhat Army’s nine riders, sending men and horses tumbling.
Like a rapidly moving iron mountain, impacting their bodies.
After falling to the ground, four died on the spot.
Li Weiyi executed movement technique, feet stepping on flowing light, changing position five times, and the remaining five were also killed.
The entire process was seamless, taking only two breaths of time.
Yin Twenty-Five and that winged Nine Springs Buddha cultivator stood stunned, their minds stuck, briefly losing the ability to think.
That Nine Springs Buddha cultivator gasped in shock, as if seeing a ghost, immediately flapping his wings to fly into the sky and escape.
“Truly, fortune wheels turn.”
Yin Twenty-Five was only a zhang away from him, stomping the ground with his foot, magic energy exploding from his sole, leaping three zhang high. One sword strike forced him back to the ground.
“I am a disciple of Nirvana Truth, dare the Jiu Li Tribe kill me? Do you know the consequences?” the Nine Springs Buddha cultivator roared.
He felt an unprecedented death crisis, heart full of fear, swinging his Magic Tool long saber, clashing with Yin Twenty-Five, fighting while retreating, only wanting to get away from that bell-holding god of death.
“So what if a disciple of Nirvana Truth? He even dares to kill the Demon King’s sixth generation grandson.”
Yin Twenty-Five’s combat power was much higher than the Nine Springs Buddha cultivator, and in just ten moves, he had already left three sword wounds on him.
Li Weiyi searched the bodies on the ground, taking all the money bags.
The four sets of Magic Tool bows and arrows were naturally not spared, all stored into the inner space of the Evil Camel Bell.
Seeing Yin Twenty-Five unable to take down that Nine Springs Buddha cultivator quickly, Li Weiyi sighed, having to take out a set of bow and arrows.
The bow and arrowheads were forged from dense metal, heavy in hand.
The bowstring was a silver thread.
Nocking the arrow on the bowstring.
Li Weiyi channeled magic energy, injecting it into the bow and arrow separately, slowly drawing it.
“Sizzle!”
The silver light emitted from the bowstring grew brighter and brighter. On the arrowhead, countless worm-like lightning patterns appeared.
It wasn’t easy; with only physical body power, he couldn’t draw it to full moon.
Under magic energy enhancement, his arms exploded with ten thousand jin of power, drawing to full moon, and shot one arrow.
“Boom!”
That Nine Springs Buddha cultivator’s body was shot in half by one arrow, flesh and blood exploding, splattering Yin Twenty-Five’s face.
Li Weiyi examined the black treasure bow in his hand, like obtaining a treasure: “So, the power of Magic Tool bows and arrows is this great. I see it’s enough to threaten Five Seas Realm Martial Cultivators.”
Yin Twenty-Five was covered in blood, injured not lightly, hurrying over: “Magic Tool bows and arrows are inherently more dangerous than other same-tier magic tools. Those four Eight Springs Martial Cultivators couldn’t even draw to full moon, unable to unleash true might. The reason they qualify to carry them is just the environment of Zangxian Town requires it, giving them enough strength to enter and pick exotic medicine.”
Li Weiyi slung the bow and quiver on his back, quite dissatisfied with his performance: “You’ve even metamorphosed into Pure Immortal Body, yet can’t crush a Nine Springs Deformed Humanoid Race. Your ability disappoints me.”
Yin Twenty-Five said: “Every Nine Springs Supreme Person is not simple. Except for you, who in the same realm is so easily solved in three or two moves? Give me ten more moves, and I’ll definitely kill him.”
Li Weiyi picked up that Nine Springs Buddha cultivator’s Magic Tool Saber, very heavy, nearly two meters long, saying: “I don’t want to hear explanations. In Zangxian Town, hone more battle techniques for me. If you can cultivate ten or eight moves of Heavenly Law Integration, killing same-realm Martial Cultivators isn’t just a wave of the hand?”
Yin Twenty-Five smiled bitterly, no longer explaining, silently accepting the lecture.
Moves are hard to practice.
At his age, to cultivate even one or two in ten or eight moves would be a heaven-defying genius.
“Where’s the exotic medicine?” Li Weiyi asked.
Yin Twenty-Five hurriedly took out three wooden boxes containing Dyeing Cloud Exotic Medicine from his bosom.
Li Weiyi opened the wooden boxes to look, immediately seeing him in a new light, laughing: “Not bad, in just a few days, you picked three strains of Dyeing Cloud Exotic Medicine.”
Yin Twenty-Five said: “After the internal space of Zangxian Town expanded, quite a few exotic medicines were born, making picking much easier than before. That’s why young Martial Cultivators from the entire Southern Territory, even farther away, are attracted here.”
“Open Feng Fu, open Ancestral Field, Five Seas breakthrough, Pure Immortal Body metamorphosis—enough to make any force take notice.”
“Of these three strains, one I picked myself. The other two, seized from Buddha Bandits.”
Li Weiyi said: “Then you deserve to be pursued and killed. Why rob others’ exotic medicine?”
“I fought out of the encirclement, preparing to rush back to Yaoguan City to report. The exotic medicine was just taken along the way.”
Yin Twenty-Five’s expression turned grave, adding: “Though Five Seas Realm experts can’t come here, who knows what benefits the Four Great Sects promised to forces outside the state, gathering large numbers of Spring Gushing Realm experts against us. Many forces are participating. The ten Buddha Bandits riders are one of the strongest groups.”
Li Weiyi’s expression sharpened: “Wang Daozhen and the others are probably still guarding the Five Seas Realm Boundary. You can’t get past. Come, fight back with me.”
“Rumble!”
The two mounted lion-headed steeds, galloping downstream along the river.
“These three strains of Dyeing Cloud Exotic Medicine, keep them with me first, safer. I’ll bring them back to Hidden Sect, hand to Hidden Lord. Without Hidden Sect’s unlimited resources cultivating you, there’d be no Nine Springs Pure Immortal Body you. Learn gratitude.”
Li Weiyi stored the wooden boxes, adding: “The secrets on me, best not leak a single word.”
Yin Twenty-Five didn’t care about the three strains of exotic medicine. After all, without Li Weiyi’s help just now, whether he could fight out of the encirclement was a big unknown.
Rather, Li Weiyi’s warning words made him recall the strange power from that bell earlier, feeling both respect and fear from the bottom of his heart, sensing this future Hidden Person was truly unfathomable.
The further downstream, the brighter the white mist.
Strands of brilliant Immortal Radiance shuttled in the mist, vision gradually opening up.
From afar, Li Weiyi already heard earth-shaking sounds of killing.
The two lion-headed steeds charged up the mountain slope, reining in abruptly, horses neighing and hooves rearing.
Li Weiyi circulated magic power to his eyes, looking toward the Red Soil Wasteland below the slope.
There, dust flew, hundreds of Martial Cultivators fighting chaotically, countless corpses on the ground, weapons clashing, magic tool lights constantly colliding.
The Jiu Li Tribe had numerical advantage, but enemies surrounded from all sides, lowest cultivation Seven Springs Martial Cultivators.
From the enemies’ attire and grouping, they came from over ten forces.
This was a very dangerous signal!
See one spot, know the whole.
With Four Great Sects rebelling, Jiu Li Hidden Sect could hold the bottom line. But if they yield benefits, inviting more forces to join this feast of dividing Li Zhou, Jiu Li Hidden Sect might not hold.
Li Weiyi successively spotted Cai Yutong and Gao Huan; they were Pure Immortal Bodies, cultivation time still short, so protected in the center.
Yao Yin alone held the foremost front, single-handedly fighting over ten Martial Way experts, four of them Nine Springs Supreme Persons.
Her figure though slender and thin, contained boundless energy, magic energy turning to wind, robes like flags, one against a group, Martial Cultivators constantly palm-smacked to death by her.
“Such a fierce girl, combat power this impressive—could she be a Hundred Veins All Silver Pure Immortal Body?”
“No matter how strong, what of it? Us four together can even kill Successor Seeds.”
“Capture alive. She’s Pure Immortal Body, skin like snow, legs long and straight, just the age of budding. Haha!”
……
The four Nine Springs Supreme Persons besieging Yao Yin were no weaklings, leaders of four million-strong forces’ Spring Gushing Realm, battle skills exquisite, moves seasoned.
“Yao Yin took picked exotic medicine three days ago, breaking through to Nine Springs. She should be a Hundred Veins Pure Immortal Body, not yet all silver, but combat power already far surpasses mine.”
“Bang!”
Yin Twenty-Five smacked the horse’s buttock hard with the sword body, urging the horse down the mountain, kicking up dust, charging toward the wasteland battlefield, shouting: “Sima Tan is here! Sima Tan is back! He is not dead!”
The three words “Sima Tan” were very deterrent.
The various Martial Cultivators on the wasteland all looked toward the black-clothed figure on horseback at the mountaintop, some shocked and doubtful, some wary.
The Jiu Li Tribe’s young Martial Cultivators naturally ecstatic, cheering “Sima Tan.”
Under multi-force siege, they originally had no confidence, fighting with a “kill one to break even, kill a pair to profit” mentality. But with that man back, everything changed; confidence exploded, battle intent soaring.
Only Gao Huan in the crowd felt a wave of nausea—this name weighed on him depressingly.
Why not call something else, but had to be Sima Tan.
“How could he still be alive?”
Yang Yun was very depressed; clearly heard Wang Daozhen say Sima Tan was dead, letting them hunt freely.
This one before his eyes, could it be a Departed Spirit?
Li Weiyi bent bow and nocked arrow.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
……
Continuously shot five arrows, one arrow one person.
Over ten expert Martial Cultivators besieging Yao Yin immediately had five bodies explode, blasting into chunks of shredded flesh and meat.
Arrowhead power too great; once hit, hard to leave a whole corpse.
Yao Yin saw the besiegers stop, finally relaxing, her slightly heaving chest rising and falling, gasping heavily. Those gemstone-like green eyes looked toward Li Weiyi on the mountaintop, eye sockets red, weeping with joy.
She really thought Li Weiyi had died in the Four Great Sects’ Five Seas Realm Cultivators’ siege.
“Don’t fear him. No matter how strong, how strong can he be? A few people, come with me to attack.”
A state-external Nine Springs Pure Immortal Body, unlike Yang Yun so afraid of “Sima Tan,” quickly gathered over ten Martial Cultivators, each speed like afterimages, charging toward the mountaintop.
Their lowest cultivation was Seven Springs Realm, with three Nine Springs Supreme Persons.
