Cultivation: Immunity to Negative Effects

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind

"That’s impossible. Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Cangwu Sect have already been to this canyon to investigate. We didn’t have time to escape then, so we set up an array to hide here."

"But they didn’t detect anything unusual. They just set up an array to trap the canyon and then left. So why have they suddenly discovered us now?" the barefoot man challenged.

"Idiot! Just because they couldn’t find us before doesn’t mean they can’t find us now. Haven’t you seen those little brats outside, constantly attacking in our direction?"

"It must have been those brats who called the Foundation Establishment Powerhouses over. So whether they’ve found us yet or not, we’re bound to be discovered once they arrive here!" the Foundation Establishment Elder of the Spirit Control Sect scolded coldly.

"Forget the details, we need to think of a plan, now!" Lan Xuan urged.

"At this point, there’s no other way. Take the others and head east immediately. I’ll stay behind to kill those brats and cover your retreat."

"Even though there’s an array barrier blocking the way, you have strength in numbers. You just might be able to break through," the Foundation Establishment Elder said, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, right. Here’s a Tier Two Low Grade Forbidden-breaking Talisman. Xuan’Er, you take it! If you can’t break through the array’s barrier, just use this!"

He then took out a Golden Spirit Talisman and solemnly handed it to Lan Xuan.

"Yes, Martial Uncle!"

"Martial Uncle, take care!"

"Martial Uncle, once you’ve dealt with things here, you must come and find us!"

Hearing this, the Black-robed Cultivators were stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately.

Without delay, they left the cave, ignoring Chen Ling’er and her group nearby as they headed straight for the canyon’s eastern exit.

ROAR—

At the same time, they released numerous Spirit Pets at Tier One Middle Stage or higher from their Spirit Beast Bags, immediately unleashing a bloodbath in the canyon.

"What’s going on?"

"This is bad! It sounds like more powerful Demon Beasts have appeared. We’re in trouble now!"

Chen Ling’er and her group were obscured by the black fog. Though they weren’t far from the cave, they had no idea what had just transpired there.

But they could all hear the roars of even more terrifying Demon Beasts, and the color instantly drained from their faces.

"Never mind that, let’s just get out of here!"

"Right!"

The disciples made a swift decision and prepared to flee.

Even Chen Ling’er could only decide to herself, ’After I get to safety, I’ll find a way to come back for the Spiritual Mink.’

’If that doesn’t work, I’ll wait until the assessment is over and ask the Foundation Establishment Junior Martial Uncles for help.’

"You bunch of brats, you’ve ruined our grand plans, and you think you can run? Go and die!"

But just then, a Foundation Establishment Elder appeared nearby, a cold sneer on his face.

The surrounding Demon Beasts didn’t attack the black-robed elder. Instead, they backed away, seemingly terrified of him.

This elder was none other than the Foundation Establishment Powerhouse from the Spirit Control Sect. As he spoke, he slapped his Storage Bag, and a small, exquisite Black Small Bell appeared in his hand.

"Oh no, it’s a Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivator!"

"Senior, please show mercy! We’re from the Cang—"

Chen Ling’er and the others were pale with fright, scrambling to defend themselves, run, or beg for mercy.

DONG!

The Small Bell in the elder’s hand suddenly let out a deafening clang.

Powerful Sound Waves swept through the area, instantly knocking unconscious the surrounding Demon Beasts, as well as Chen Ling’er and her companions.

Though Chen Ling’er and the others had Protective Measures, they were utterly useless at that moment.

"HAHAHA!"

The elder from the Spirit Control Sect roared with laughter.

He immediately moved to kill Chen Ling’er and the others.

’In his mind, the only reason the Cangwu Sect’s Foundation Establishment cultivators came here was because of these juniors. They were the ones who exposed his hiding place.’

’Therefore, these juniors all deserved to die.’

’As for him, as long as he killed these juniors and destroyed their bodies to erase any trace, he could temporarily hide back in the cave.’

’That way, the Cangwu Sect’s Foundation Establishment Powerhouses would surely be lured away by Lan Xuan and her group.’

’He could then wait for them to pass, come out, and escape from the canyon’s western side.’

That’s right. His reason for letting Lan Xuan and the others go first was so they would attract the attention of the Cangwu Sect’s Foundation Establishment Powerhouses. His motives weren’t nearly as noble as he had made them sound.

In fact, most of the other Black-robed Cultivators had likely guessed his true intentions.

But they didn’t dare to defy him. They had no other choice.

The methods of the Demon Dao are cruel, and many sect elders can control the life and death of their juniors.

This Foundation Establishment Elder had placed such controlling measures on those Spirit Control Sect disciples.

If they left obediently, they still had a chance to live. Defying his orders would only get them killed on the spot.

CRACK!

But just as the Foundation Establishment Elder’s laughter began to ring out...

...a jade pendant hanging around Chen Ling’er’s neck shattered.

BOOM!

A beam of silvery-white Sword Light, as nimble as a striking dragon, erupted with the soul-shaking roar of wind and thunder, shooting toward the Foundation Establishment Elder like a bolt of lightning.

The pendant, it turned out, was a Protective Sword Talisman that Chen Bufan had left for Chen Ling’er.

Sealed within was a sliver of Chen Bufan’s Lifebound Sword Qi.

Refining such a Sword Talisman required even a Foundation Establishment Powerhouse like Chen Bufan to expend a great deal of his Primordial Essence, which would seriously impede his Cultivation.

However, the Sword Talisman’s Mighty Power was immense, comparable to a full-strength attack from Chen Bufan himself.

While the toll of the elder’s bell had stunned Chen Ling’er and her group, it had also shattered the jade pendant, thereby activating the Sword Talisman.

"Not good!"

The Foundation Establishment Elder was horrified. He hastily slapped his Storage Bag, summoning a Ghost-faced Bone Shield while simultaneously slapping a Vajra Talisman onto his body.

At the same time, he activated his black Magic Robe, its surface instantly shimmering with a dark light.

CRACK!

But the Sword Light was incredibly sharp. It pierced straight through the Small Shield, the Vajra Talisman’s protective Spiritual Light, and the Magic Robe before punching through the Foundation Establishment Elder’s chest and sending him flying.

"Damn it! To think a junior like you was hiding such a powerful technique. A pity for you. I’m hard to kill, but you are about to die."

"Your background must be extraordinary, which is all the more reason I can’t let you live. But don’t worry, I’ll turn you into a Puppet and have you serve me well. That should sate the hatred in my heart!"

The Foundation Establishment Elder crashed wretchedly in the distance. He wasn’t dead. He struggled, trembling, and staggered back to his feet. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

He spat blood as he stared coldly at the unconscious Chen Ling’er, his face a mask of venomous hatred.

His injuries were clearly severe; there was a gaping hole the size of a human head in his chest.

As he spoke, the Foundation Establishment Elder quickly took out a handful of Healing Elixirs, preparing to take them.

BOOM!

But at that moment, another beam of Sword Light appeared, striking toward the Foundation Establishment Elder with incredible speed.

This Sword Light was black. Although it paled in comparison to the previous silvery-white beam, it too was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, its power astonishing.

The Foundation Establishment Elder, however, was already a spent force.

Furthermore, he never imagined that someone else was lying in wait to ambush him.

This Sword Light was particularly vicious. It came from behind, aimed directly at his chest.

"Despicable—"

And so, the Foundation Establishment Elder was run through by the sword, his face a mask of horror, despair, and rage.

When the Sword Light hit him, it wrapped around the edge of his wound and instantly sliced him in two.

Then, the Sword Light whipped back and forth several more times, shattering his skull before flying back into the black fog.

The next moment, a small Flying Boat drifted over. Standing aboard was a tall man in a black robe and a conical hat—it was Zhang Chi.