Chapter 37: Seizure Of The Spiritual Treasure
Facing life-and-death crisis, Li Weiyi didn’t dare to hold back. He draped the Ghost Flag over his body, took out the Silver Thread Gloves and put them on, and held the Yellow Dragon Sword in hand.
Now he couldn’t care about exposing the Magic Tool. Surviving this hurdle was the only way to have a tomorrow.
After thinking for a moment, he covered his face as well.
Li Ling stood up, observed outside, and said in a low voice: “In a moment, the two on the street and in the back yard will definitely charge in together. I only have a chance to catch them off guard and wound them in the first move. That’s our only shot at survival.”
“If the first move doesn’t work, you find your own chance to escape! Just promise me, after you escape, tell my brother everything that happened tonight, exactly as it was. They’re strong, but my brother could crush them all with one hand.”
Li Weiyi suddenly felt a strange sense of their lives being intertwined. His dissatisfaction with her lessened somewhat, allowing him to calmly assess the credibility of her earlier words. Friendship and emotion between people might truly need to be forged in shared life-and-death moments to form quickly.
After pondering for a while, Li Weiyi still felt it most likely that she had come here to drag him down as a scapegoat.
“What are you two whispering about? Girl, so you came to Zangxian Town at night because you have a wild man hidden here.” Yan Qingqing’s voice came from outside.
“As expected of the dog-like Deformed Humanoid Race, your nose is sharp, even able to smell a man’s scent. Auntie, how well do you know men?” Li Ling glanced at Li Weiyi, as if saying “See, I told you, you can’t hide from her nose.”
“This girl not only has heavy thoughts, her mouth is also very venomous, a huge contrast to her sweet and obedient appearance.” Li Weiyi thought to himself.
Yan Qingqing trembled with anger all over: “Prepare to attack!”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
She first threw three torches into the Desolate House, illuminating the darkness.
Fortunately, the Desolate House had been nearly emptied, leaving only earthen walls and tiles, no combustibles. Otherwise, if it caught fire, Li Ling’s plan to catch them off guard and wound the enemy would become meaningless.
Yan Qingqing and Xing Wanxing charged into the room one after the other, almost simultaneously.
“Swish!”
Seven Light Marks flew out from Li Ling’s brow, twisting and winding, containing sharp and fiery power, slicing through the air in the room.
Taking the chance, Li Weiyi burst through the window with a bang.
“Swish! Swish…”
The Earth Wolf King Army Martial Arts Cultivator waiting outside had made full preparations. Before he could land, five or six arrows flew toward him.
The wide Ghost Flag draped over Li Weiyi’s body rolled up, collecting all the arrows into his hand, then hurling them back out. Muffled grunts and screams rose in the darkness, with two people falling to the ground.
Before he could rush out of the back yard, two Four Springs masters came at him simultaneously.
One was a tiger-like Deformed Humanoid Race, over three meters tall, hands turned into sharp Tiger Claws, thick eyebrows connecting to his hair, Palm Force thick and heavy, stirring up Wind Force that filled the entire back yard.
The other held a half-moon Battle Axe the size of a hula hoop.
The axe weighed three hundred jin, chopping down with force, sealing off Li Weiyi’s escape route.
They were battle-hardened veterans with extraordinary combat awareness and skills. Even up close against a Mind Master like Li Ling, they dared to join forces.
Li Weiyi had nowhere to dodge. First, he clashed palms with the tiger-like Deformed Humanoid Race strong practitioner, striking him back and crashing through the back yard courtyard wall.
Then he hard-clashed swords with the Battle Axe-wielding Four Springs master, knocking the heavy Battle Axe from his hands flying out, splitting open the palms of both hands, blood flowing freely.
“Good thing, just two Two Springs Martial Arts Cultivators.”
Li Weiyi secretly felt fortunate, kicking the Four Springs master who had lost his Battle Axe flying away. Cracking sounds of breaking ribs came from his chest, blood spraying from his mouth.
Rushing out through the collapsed back yard courtyard wall, Li Weiyi swung his sword, slashing the Four Springs tiger-like Deformed Humanoid Race flying away.
“Two Springs Deformed Humanoid Race indeed have stronger Defense. He wasn’t cut in two with one sword. When I Opened Two Springs, I wasn’t as good as him!”
Before this, Li Weiyi had only fought two One Spring Deformed Humanoid Race when saving Zhao Zhizhuo. This time facing two Two Springs Martial Arts Cultivators at once was immense pressure; he didn’t dare hold back at all.
He had very little combat experience, only able to judge opponents’ cultivation levels based on his own situation.
Another seven or eight Earth Wolf King Army Martial Arts Cultivators charged head-on, all fierce and fearless of death.
Li Weiyi knew his own cultivation was low, so he urged the Yellow Dragon Sword with Magic Power, striking with full force. In an instant, Sword Light and Blood Light flew, screams and wails echoing through the night.
Behind him.
“Boom!”
The Desolate House couldn’t withstand the fierce battle of the three strong practitioners and collapsed, pressing down and kicking up thick dust.
Li Ling, Yan Qingqing, and Xing Wanxing leaped out of the ruins, seeing the seven or eight Martial Arts Cultivator corpses slain by Li Weiyi. All were greatly shocked.
Note that they were at least Two Springs Martial Arts Cultivators, even including Four Springs strong practitioners.
Li Weiyi glanced back in panic and saw that all three were injured. Among them, the short and fat Xing Wanxing was hurt the worst, several shocking bloody gashes cut into his body by Light Marks.
Li Ling wasn’t much better, her face pale as white stone without a trace of blood, the Light Marks at her brow clearly dimmed, her waist and abdomen pierced by Yan Qingqing’s Soft Sword, constantly oozing blood.
Mind Masters were at a great disadvantage in close combat.
“No wonder you can be the wild man of the Cang Li Tribe Leader’s granddaughter. Turns out you’re not a completely useless pretty boy. Let me test your depth!”
Xing Wanxing jumped three or four zhang like a toad, slapping a palm down toward Li Weiyi.
In front of his palm, a wide air wall formed.
Compared to the earlier tiger-like Deformed Humanoid Race’s Palm Force, it was worlds apart.
Li Weiyi was pouring Golden Crow Blood onto the Scripture Belt, preparing to flee, when suddenly he felt heaven and earth collapsing. A terrifying force that could crush him came crashing like mountains and seas.
“Heaven-Overturning Palm Seal.”
He fully mobilized the Three Springs in his body.
Especially the Spring Eye in his right palm, drawn by this Palm Technique, instantly erupted madly, reaching an active peak.
The Silver Thread Gloves shone brightly.
He struck out with a palm, the Palm Wind condensing to the extreme, as if a real great seal was stamping down.
“Bang!”
He couldn’t match it at all. Li Weiyi was shaken back, crashing through an earthen wall.
Xing Wanxing felt very unwell too. He sensed Li Weiyi’s power drilling into his body. His left arm went ice-cold and numb, and after landing, he staggered back three steps.
“Swish!”
Li Weiyi rushed out of the collapsed earthen wall, wrapped in the Blood Light of the Scripture Belt, fleeing like lightning toward the east of Zangxian Town.
East of the market bordered the Sui River and also the Dragon Slaying Pass Waterfall.
If worst came to worst, he could jump down the waterfall, placing himself in dire straits to survive.
“Six Springs Martial Arts Cultivators are truly terrifying. A casual swing is beyond what I can Block. But why wasn’t I injured? Was he hurt too badly, his Combat Power severely declined? Or did he underestimate me and not use full power?”
Li Weiyi figured Xing Wanxing’s earlier palm was at best comparable to a Four Springs Martial Arts Cultivator. With the Magic Tool Silver Thread Gauntlets boosting him, he naturally could withstand it.
“So you’re that strong. I knew the Nether Lantern Guide Envoy’s Fortune and Misfortune perception was definitely accurate.”
Li Ling leaped across rooftops, relentlessly pursuing Li Weiyi.
“Don’t follow me anymore. Let’s part ways here.”
Li Weiyi cried bitterly in his heart. With his Three Springs cultivation, he could still kill those One Spring and Two Springs Earth Wolf King Army soldiers. But chasing behind were Shi Jiuzhai’s disciples—one Six Springs, one Seven Springs.
If those two got serious, a single finger could squash him dead.
“It’s a Magic Tool. He’s so fast.”
Xing Wanxing pursuing on the rooftops locked onto the blood glow enveloping Li Weiyi. Feeling he couldn’t catch up with his speed, he mobilized all his Magic Power and hurled the foot-long Short Sword in his hand.
Six Springs Magic Power gave the Short Sword ultimate speed.
“Watch out!”
Li Ling cried out in warning.
Too late. The Short Sword was already at Li Weiyi’s back.
The next moment, a scene that dropped the jaws of the three behind occurred.
Li Weiyi, who had been fleeing at high speed, spun around like lightning. His hand blurred like a phantom, grabbing the hilt of the incoming Short Sword and taking it into his grasp.
As he turned to continue fleeing, he hurled the Short Sword back at Xing Wanxing.
Xing Wanxing dodged in fright, falling off the rooftop. His pants on his thigh were slashed open by the Sword Edge, a long gash exposing cool air inside.
Not fatal, but nearly cost him his manhood.
Xing Wanxing had never seen such a divine Weapon Seizing technique. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. How high must the opponent’s cultivation be?
But…
Why was he fleeing?
Li Ling was also stunned by Li Weiyi’s move and complained: “You shouldn’t have hidden your strength! If we’d teamed up earlier, we might have counter-killed them all.”
What Li Weiyi used was “Spirit Treasure Seizing” from the Chan Sect Twelve Loose Hands.
In his view, it succeeded thanks to the Movement Technique speed boost from the Scripture Belt. Otherwise, a mortal who Opened Three Springs seizing a Six Springs strong practitioner’s weapon? What nonsense!
Li Weiyi felt Magic Tools were truly too useful, allowing mortal Martial Arts Cultivators to burst out with Combat Power beyond their Realm. No wonder Zhao Zhizhuo had cautioned so prudently about Magic Tools.
The Scripture Belt’s grade was definitely higher than the Silver Thread Gloves.
Yan Qingqing stared at the mysterious man below draped in a black flag and tightly wrapped face. His cultivation was unfathomable, possibly even harder to deal with than Li Ling.
More crucially, this mysterious man now knew their secret and had to be silenced.
She took out a pinch of Stone Monkey Flying Needles, gathered Magic Power at her fingertips, swung her fragrant sleeve, and nearly a hundred needle hairs shot silently toward Li Weiyi.
Li Weiyi sensed danger. With no time to dodge, he could only raise the Ghost Flag draped over him, injecting Magic Power into it.
“Swish!”
Dense black Nether Mist erupted from the Ghost Flag.
All the incoming Stone Monkey Flying Needles dropped to the ground.
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