txolops Chapter 161 Here, I am invincible! Encountering Zi Ling!
Chapter 161 Here, I am invincible! Encountering Zi Ling!
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"Halt! Which village are you from? What's your purpose in coming to our village's territory?"
On the city wall, a young man on duty spotted Lin Chuan and immediately shouted for answers.
He gripped a dark iron spear tightly in his hand, his eyes wary and fierce.
In this dark and mysterious land, mortal villages compete for limited resources—areas where dark beasts roam, territories where dark herbs can be gathered, and even relatively safe places to live.
They often fought each other.
They mistook Lin Chuan for a spy or a provocateur sent by other villages.
Lin Chuan glanced up at the man, ignoring his question, and simply said:
"I'm from outside. Go and call your manager out."
"Outside? What outside?"
The young man was taken aback, clearly not understanding.
Lin Chuan was too lazy to explain anymore. He slightly bent his knees and lightly leaped—
He shot straight up like an arrow released from a bow!
"What?!"
The guards on the city wall stared wide-eyed in disbelief as Lin Chuan leaped up and landed steadily on the city wall, which was more than ten feet high!
"This...how is this possible?!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise.
In this dark and gloomy place, magical powers are suppressed, and everyone is no different from ordinary mortals.
A jump of one or two zhang (approximately 3.3-6 meters) is already the limit; how could this person leap more than ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) in one bound?
A quick-reacting young man grabbed a long knife and slashed fiercely at Lin Chuan!
Lin Chuan didn't even glance at him, casually blocking his way.
"Snap!"
The longsword struck his arm as if it were cutting steel, and the blade snapped in two!
The young man, holding half a broken knife, stood frozen in place, his face filled with terror.
"If you dare to lay a hand on me again... I'll massacre the entire village!"
Lin Chuan glanced around and said coldly.
His voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder!
The people on the city wall were all pale-faced, their legs were weak, and they could barely hold their weapons.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack—!"
Someone shouted at the top of their lungs.
The piercing alarm blared through the village, echoing under the dim sky.
……
Lin Chuan stood on the city wall, looking down at the village below.
The entire village is protected in the center by a tall stone wall.
All the buildings in the village are built with dark stone, and most of them are simple and rough, and are mostly square in shape.
But the most eye-catching feature is a stone platform in the center of the village.
This stone platform is not large, but it is several times higher than other houses, reaching a height of thirty or forty zhang.
Pale purple mist continuously emanated from the top of the stone platform, obscuring the sky above the entire village.
Whenever blue lightning strikes the village, the purple mist immediately absorbs it completely.
"It should be some kind of magic array or restriction..."
Lin Chuan thought to himself.
However, he did not sense any spiritual energy on the stone platform; instead, he felt a cold, eerie energy lingering there.
In this dark and gloomy place where magic is imprisoned, this kind of formation driven by yin energy is quite ingenious.
Near the high platform, there are several halls that are much larger than ordinary stone houses, which are obviously the residences of the key figures in the village.
At that moment, as the alarm sounded, several elderly men emerged from the halls.
Their clothes were noticeably better than those of ordinary villagers, and their expressions were more composed, clearly indicating that they were the people in charge of the village.
Lin Chuan no longer stood on the city wall, but with another light leap, he jumped directly into the center of the village.
The villagers were so frightened that they all retreated and dared not approach.
Lin Chuan strode towards the old men.
"Who are you? Why are you trespassing into my village?" an old man with a white beard asked in a deep voice.
Lin Chuan was about to speak—
"Elder Xu has made his move!"
"With Elder Xu's martial arts skills, he will surely be able to kill this person!"
Suddenly, the young men around them burst into excited cheers.
Lin Chuan turned his head to look.
A middle-aged man dressed in white strode over. He was burly, with a steady gait and large knuckles, clearly someone who had practiced martial arts.
The villagers around him looked at him with awe.
"Outsider, you have trespassed into my village and injured my villagers. You will not be spared today!"
Elder Xu sneered and suddenly lunged forward, throwing a punch at Lin Chuan's face!
The fist whistled through the air, its power astonishing—in this world without magic, this punch was already at the level of a top expert.
Lin Chuan didn't even glance at him, raised his foot, and kicked him casually.
"Bang!"
Elder Xu was struck as if by a giant hammer, flying backward three or four zhang before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood, and unable to get up again.
The entire room fell silent!
The villagers who had been cheering just moments before were now like ducks with their necks being choked, their mouths agape but unable to utter a sound.
The number one martial artist in their village was crippled by a single kick?
"Who's in charge? Come here."
Lin Chuan said calmly.
An elderly man walked forward shakily. He was about seventy years old, with white hair and beard, and was the same person who had asked the question earlier.
"I...I am the village elder. May I ask...may I ask what your orders are, senior?"
His attitude was extremely polite, even somewhat humble.
In this dark and mysterious land, the principle of the strong ruling is even more blatant than in the outside world.
Lin Chuan didn't waste any words and asked directly:
"Tell me, which of you cultivators here have strayed into this place?"
"A cultivator?"
The Grand Elder was taken aback, then realized what was happening.
In this dark and gloomy place, those who were sucked in by the ghostly mist from the outside all share a common characteristic—they once possessed magical powers and were once cultivators who could travel freely among immortals.
"Yes, yes!" The elder nodded hurriedly, then turned to the villagers behind him and ordered, "Quickly, bring all those outsiders here!"
A moment later, seven or eight people were pushed in front of Lin Chuan.
There were old and young, men and women, but without exception, they all had ashen faces and listless expressions.
"Were you all once cultivators?" Lin Chuan asked.
The group of people all nodded.
Someone spoke up: "I...I was sucked into this ghostly mist sixty years ago. Back then, I was only at the Foundation Establishment stage..."
"Forty years ago..."
"Eighty years ago..."
Lin Chuan asked them to introduce themselves one by one.
"Chaotic Star Sea, rogue cultivators..."
"Boundless Sea... Rogue Cultivator..."
"A disciple of the Wuxin Sect from the Great Jin Dynasty..."
Lin Chuan listened, his gaze sweeping over them one by one, a sense of disappointment creeping into his heart.
No.
Not a single one was from the Tianfu Sect.
"Do you still have your belongings from when you were stranded here?" Lin Chuan asked again.
The group exchanged glances, some shaking their heads, others hesitantly pulling out items from their robes—a few fragments of jade slips, a broken magical artifact, a storage bag…
Lin Chuan checked them one by one, but found nothing of value.
Those magical artifacts and jade slips had been here for decades, and had long been eroded by the yin energy, losing all their spirituality and becoming no different from scrap iron.
"That's enough."
Lin Chuan shook his head and turned to leave.
But when he reached the city wall, he stopped and looked back at the Grand Elder.
"Draw me a map and mark the locations of the other villages nearby."
The elder dared not delay and immediately had someone bring a piece of animal hide, on which he used a charcoal pencil to outline the surrounding terrain.
The locations of several other villages were marked.
Lin Chuan took the animal hide, leaped into the air, and disappeared beyond the city wall.
……
Soon after, Lin Chuan arrived at the second village.
The process remains the same—deterrence, questioning, and inspection.
There was no one from the Tianfu Sect.
……
The third village is dozens of miles away.
As Lin Chuan approached the village entrance, he saw a group of people walking towards the village.
There were about ten people, men and women, carrying some snakeskin bags.
It was clearly a team that went out to collect supplies.
A purple figure stood out in the crowd.
It was a woman dressed in purple, with a graceful figure. Even in the dim light, her stunning beauty could not be concealed.
Purple Spirit.
She looked helpless as she was surrounded by several young men.
Those people's eyes kept falling on her, their eyes gleaming with undisguised greed and desire.
Zi Ling lowered her head, bit her lip, and remained silent.
She was stranded here, having lost all her magical powers, and was no different from an ordinary person. Ironically, her appearance became her greatest burden.
Lin Chuan's appearance caused the group to stop in their tracks.
"Who are you?"
The burly man at the head of the group looked at Lin Chuan warily, his hand gripping the hilt of his knife.