Cultivating To Immortality

Chapter 776: It’s Your Turn

At this moment, he was also staring at Song Yan with a predatory gaze.

The green-robed Cultivator narrowed his eyes, a fierce resolve forming in his heart.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and grabbed the Yang Talisman that was hovering in front of him, making a motion as if to throw it upward.

"Fellow Daoists, let’s stop here, no need to fight! The Talisman is here! You can divide it among yourselves!"

He did a good job of pretending to give up the Talisman, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Song Yan and the Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple.

If this Yang Talisman could provoke a dispute between these two major Sect Disciples, whoever reached out to snatch it first would become the target of the other.

Once the two were locked in chaotic battle, he would have a chance to take the Talisman amidst the confusion and escape using an escape Talisman or a secret treasure.

The hope was slim, but not nonexistent.

"No need for such trouble."

Song Yan’s voice rang out.

The green-robed Loose Cultivator in front of him held a Yang Talisman, and the Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple had a Yin Talisman on him.

They were already complete.

Song Yan’s figure moved swiftly, and Unmoored Boat shot towards the Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple.

Wouldn’t it be simpler to send both of them away at once?

The Hanging Sword Mountain Cultivator did not expect the Sword Qi to come so quickly and hurriedly activated his Spiritual Artifact to block it.

In the eyes of the green-robed Loose Cultivator, Song Yan’s figure vanished from his original spot like a ghost.

The next moment, a heavy Spiritual Pressure suddenly struck.

A sharp light suddenly flashed before his eyes; a clean palm pointed forward, instantly piercing through his protective spiritual clothing.

Then, it grabbed the pure white Yang Talisman and, in the blink of an eye, refined it in his palm.

At the same time, a soft yet irresistible white light illuminated the green-robed Loose Cultivator’s body, and his figure twisted violently a few times before disappearing from his original spot.

The last thing he saw was a pair of calm, golden eyes, tinged with a hint of pity and detachment.

The Talisman being taken meant he had been eliminated and teleported out.

The entire process took barely a breath; aside from the rustling of leaves gently stirred by the wind, no trace of a fierce battle was left behind.

That flash of sharpness only lasted for an instant before dissipating, as if it had never appeared.

The Hanging Sword Mountain Disciple sensed something was wrong and frantically activated his spiritual power, deflecting the Flying Sword.

His gaze was somewhat bewildered.

A direct confrontation, and the Loose Cultivator was sent away in an instant?

However, at this moment, Song Yan’s figure suddenly became somewhat blurry.

Like a flower in a mirror or the moon in water, it simply dissipated from his vision.

What?!

His heart panicked, and he vigilantly scanned his surroundings.

Spiritual Qi surged around him, and his protective spiritual clothing was condensed to its maximum.

He made hand Seals, intending to summon a defensive Spiritual Artifact.

"Fellow Daoist?"

Without warning, a hand rested on his shoulder.

His protective Spiritual Qi, touched by the Sword Qi around that hand, melted away like ice and snow.

"It’s your turn."

...A moment later, Song Yan walked out of the depression.

Three Talismans slowly revolved around him.

One Yin, one Yang, one gray.

Good luck, he thought to himself.

Having gathered the Yin and Yang Talismans so quickly, it would be prudent to leave this dangerous place now.

The return point was the square from before; he briefly identified the direction and headed towards it.

He set a rule for himself in his mind.

He would only seize Talismans from those he encountered on this path back; as for the others, he would leave them be, so as not to incur public wrath and make things difficult to resolve.

In fact, he had already noticed one or two Qi Refining Cultivators appearing and then fleeing, but he had not pursued them.

However, would other Foundation Establishment Cultivators be as benevolent as him?

He had heard discussions before that, to secure their qualifications, some Foundation Establishment Cultivators might even attack their own Qi Refining Disciples... He wasn’t worried about Li Yi at all, but how would other Qi Refining Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters cope if they encountered Foundation Establishment Cultivators?

At this very moment.

On the other side of the Great Odd Mountain Range, at the edge of a low hill, Lin Qing was panting slightly.

He leaned against a rough giant tree, a Talisman shimmering with pale white light wrapped around his body.

A Yang Talisman.

In front of him, a Cultivator at the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment from the Spirit Talisman Sect stood with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed.

Around him, one Yin and one Yang Talisman revolved, moving with ease.

Beside him, a young Disciple at the Late Stage of Qi Refining followed closely, looking nervous, with a conspicuous black Yin Talisman wrapped around his body.

"Fellow Daoist."

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s voice carried an undeniable tone: "You should know when to advance and when to retreat."

"Leave the Yang Talisman and give it to my Junior Sister."

"The selection is dangerous; do not, for a moment of impulsiveness, harm your future Dao path."

Before he finished speaking, the Spiritual Pressure of the Foundation Establishment Realm surged forth.

The Qi Refining Cultivator straightened his back slightly, feeling a little more at ease with his Senior Brother backing him.

Lin Qing’s face turned slightly pale; even at Qi Refining Perfection, facing the oppression of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator was indeed difficult.

He looked at the Yin Talisman on Shen Qing’s body, his eyes flickering.

Suddenly, he sighed as if in compromise, and slowly raised the hand holding the Yang Talisman.

"My strength is inferior, and I have no way to escape, so I shall present the Talisman with both hands."

Lin Qing raised his head, his eyes somewhat dejected: "However, this Senior Brother from the Spirit Talisman Sect, you must know that I lost to you this time, not to this Junior Sister."

"So, you should be the one to take this Yang Talisman. That way, I can consider it a glorious defeat."

Heh, quite spirited.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Spirit Talisman Sect scoffed inwardly.

However, it was he who was going to take it anyway; although his Junior Sister had some strength, her mindset and courage were too poor.

He was also afraid of unexpected complications.

He took a few steps forward, extending his large hand towards the Yang Talisman around Lin Qing, who made no movement.

Just as he thought the other party had completely resigned himself to fate and his guard was slightly lowered, an unexpected change occurred!

Lin Qing’s hand, hidden in his sleeve, suddenly flipped, and a scroll unfurled.

A rich Spiritual Qi of ink wash painting permeated the air, and countless ink traces, like twisted tentacles, instantly condensed.

Carrying a strange power, they coiled towards the Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

"Hmm?"

Even at this moment, he still wasn’t flustered; what kind of trouble could a Qi Refining Cultivator cause?

"Heh, a futile struggle."

He instinctively retreated, while simultaneously activating his spiritual power to shatter the coiling ink chains.

However, he only felt as if the surrounding space had stagnated for an instant, and his movements and spiritual power were hindered by some invisible sense of sluggishness.

"What?!"

Those ink chains were not tough, but they were incredibly viscous, instantly coiling around his body, and the ink color on them carried a power of Seal.

He was actually pulled into a world within a painting, filled with ink wash!

The surrounding scenery was blurry and sluggish, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Junior Sister, I don’t have much time, so please forgive me."

Lin Qing spoke, but his figure did not pause in the slightest.

The moment he activated the xian you scroll, he had already pounced on the Junior Sister, who was still in shock.

His speed was far beyond that of an ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator.

She didn’t react at all.

How could the situation change so dramatically in the blink of an eye?

The seemingly timid Cave Abyss Sect Cultivator had already lunged in front of her.

She instinctively wanted to retreat, while fumbling to activate defensive Spiritual Artifacts and Talismans.

But Lin Qing’s movements were fast and precise, as if he had rehearsed them a thousand times.

Without wasting a single bit of spiritual power on casting Spells, a trace of ink subtly emerged from his fingertip, piercing through the weak point of Shen Qing’s hastily condensed protective spiritual light.

He grabbed the black Yin Talisman, and ink-colored spiritual power surged out.

"Hiss!"

With a soft sound, her imprint was instantly erased, and it was refined as his own.

At the same time, with a splash, the sound of a water curtain breaking echoed, and the rich ink wash scenery suddenly dissipated.

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator, with surging spiritual power, broke free from the world within the painting.

After all, he was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator; although the xian you scroll was wondrous, its binding time was extremely short against someone of higher cultivation.

"You dare!"

His hair bristled with shock and anger!

However, at this moment, the Qi Refinement Stage Junior Sister had already cried out and been teleported away.

Lin Qing, having succeeded in one strike, did not linger. His spiritual power erupted under his feet, and he dashed into the depths of the dense forest without looking back!

"Stay here!"

The Spirit Talisman Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivator roared, and a Sword Talisman streaked across the sky, slashing towards Lin Qing.

"Lock."

Lin Qing made a hand Seal, and the ancient xian you scroll unfurled in the air, countless ink colors pouring out.

It actually dragged the power of that Talisman into the scroll!

The Foundation Establishment Cultivator’s expression darkened, and he activated a Talisman to transform into a sculpture, continuing to pursue Lin Qing.

Their figures disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Elsewhere in the Great Odd Mountain Range, in a valley.

Two figures stood side by side, facing five or six Cultivators at Level 9 and Level 10 Qi Refining.

Driven by the same interests, Disciples from several small Sects and Loose Cultivators formed a temporary alliance, attempting to hunt targets with fewer numbers or slightly weaker strength.

Several people surrounded Yuwen Yao and Han Yuan, looking unfriendly.

"Hmph, a bunch of rabble, daring to seek trouble with your grandma!"

Yuwen Yao put her hands on her hips, her voice loud and clear, completely ignoring the encirclement.

Han Yuan, beside her, had already taken off his top, his muscles bulging, and he grinned, bumping his fists together.

"Perfect, my fists are itching! Senior Sister Yuwen, a competition?"

"You got it!"

Yuwen Yao laughed and made the first move.

She stepped out, her figure like an Azure Dragon emerging from water, rushing directly towards the person in front of her, green spiritual power surging around her and condensing in her palm.

Azure Dragon Seeks Claw!

Her right hand suddenly shot out, and the green Spiritual Qi covering her delicate hand instantly transformed into the phantom of a ferocious Dragon claw!

"Boom!"

The first to bear the brunt was a Cultivator at Level 10 Qi Refining, who was horrified to face this palm strike.

His fully activated defensive Spiritual Artifact light shield lasted less than a breath before being brutally shattered by the Dragon claw.

He was sent flying backward like a broken kite, smashing a small tree stump. A gray blank Talisman around him, its spiritual light dim, flew towards Yuwen Yao.

At the same time, Han Yuan had also made his move.

Like a humanoid Vicious Beast, he charged into the two people on the right, carrying a fierce Aura.

There were no flashy Spells, only simple, unadorned punches and kicks, powerful enough to lift a thousand catties.

"Cloud Hand!"

Gray clouds and yellow earth, buzzing and moving!

Bang.

A Flying Sword Spiritual Artifact wielded by one person was actually deflected by his fists and palms.

His other palm heavily struck the chest of another person.

Combining both hardness and softness.

The Qi Refining Cultivator’s protective spiritual clothing was torn like paper, and he screamed as he flew backward, the Yang Talisman on his body pulled out by a mysterious force.

Han Yuan scooped it up with a large hand, easily taking it.

He let out a long shout, then delivered an elbow strike with his backhand, stunning the fellow whose Spiritual Artifact had been knocked away, and casually took his blank Talisman.

Yuwen Yao’s battle also ended.

The lingering power of Azure Dragon Seeks Claw swept past, and the remaining two Qi Refining Cultivators were terrified, knowing they were no match, and each used secret techniques to escape.

In the blink of an eye, the several people who had been so aggressive just moments ago were now nowhere to be seen.

Yuwen Yao clapped her hands; she now had an additional Yin Talisman and a blank Talisman. Han Yuan, on the other hand, had acquired a Yin Talisman and a Yang Talisman, already qualifying.

"Tsk, still missing one."

Yuwen Yao had also drawn a blank Talisman earlier, and now she was still missing a Yang Talisman.

Han Yuan laughed heartily: "No worries, Senior Sister Yuwen, I’ll help you snatch another one."

"Hehe, good brother, good brother!"