txolops Chapter 72 The Golden Core of a Core Formation Cultivator!
Chapter 72 The Golden Core of a Core Formation Cultivator!
More than a hundred miles to the west lies a continuous range of high mountains and dense forests, rumored to be inhabited by venomous snakes and ferocious beasts, and rarely visited by humans. It is quite reasonable that the "Qu Hun" that was possessed hid there.
Lin Chuan hovered above the dense forest, took out the "Soul-Guiding Bell," held it flat in his palm, and slowly injected a wisp of cyan-gold true essence into it.
hum...
The small, earthen-yellow bell trembled slightly, emitting a barely perceptible chime. A faint milky-white halo appeared on its surface, and then it floated up from Lin Chuan's palm and hovered in mid-air.
"Go." Lin Chuan shouted in a low voice, and with his other hand he made a hand seal and sent it into the small bell.
The Soul-Guiding Bell glowed faintly with white light and emitted a clearer, more distinct ringing sound.
As if pulled by invisible threads, it suddenly flew rapidly in the northwest direction!
Lin Chuan followed closely behind, maintaining a safe distance.
Relying on the faint blood connection with the body of "Qu Hun", Xiao Zhong flew straight for about twenty or thirty miles before suddenly changing direction and descending diagonally towards a mountain with not particularly dense trees.
"We're here!" Lin Chuan's spirits lifted, and he sped up to catch up. Just as Xiao Zhong was about to fall into the forest, he grabbed him back into his hand and activated the "Hidden Spirit Technique" to completely conceal his aura and the fluctuations of the Soul-Guiding Bell.
He lowered his altitude and landed silently on the mountainside.
The night was deep, and the moonlight was obscured by clouds, but for Lin Chuan, who was in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, his vision was not greatly affected.
He cautiously made his way towards a rocky area on the mountaintop, following the last direction indicated by the Soul-Guiding Bell.
The divine sense extended forward like tentacles, carefully probing.
Soon, he "saw" it.
On a relatively flat boulder, a figure sat cross-legged with his back to him, seemingly performing the most basic breathing exercises.
This person was slightly taller than average, dressed in ordinary gray cloth, and the spiritual energy emanating from him was pitifully weak, only at the level of the third level of Qi Refining!
"In the early stages of possession, the primordial spirit and physical body have not been integrated for long, and the cultivation level is still hovering at a low level..."
Lin Chuan was certain.
His gaze fell on the figure's back, confirming that this was the person he was looking for.
"Ding-dong!"
A clear yet eerily penetrating bell rang out abruptly from the silent mountaintop.
Lin Chuan stopped just ten feet away from the seated figure and lightly tapped the bell wall of the "Soul-Guiding Bell" with his finger.
As the bell rang, the figure who had been immersed in breathing exercises suddenly trembled, as if being pulled violently by an invisible rope.
He completely lost control of his body, stiffly and straight, falling backward and crashing onto the rocks with a "bang".
"Who?!"
The man struggled to turn his head, his ashen face filled with horror and bewilderment, amidst his shock and anger.
When his gaze swept over Lin Chuan and finally locked onto the small, earthen-yellow bell in Lin Chuan's palm, which emitted a faint white light, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he cried out in alarm:
"The Soul-Guiding Bell! You...you're holding this body's natal magical artifact! How did you obtain it?!"
His voice was hoarse, carrying a shock and anger that was inconsistent with his "Qi Refining Level 3" cultivation, along with a hint of barely perceptible panic.
Lin Chuan wore a cold smile as he looked down at the disheveled "Qu Hun" on the ground:
"It seems you haven't been possessing this puppet body for very long, have you? The integration doesn't seem to be going very well."
"Yes! I possessed this body!"
The man gritted his teeth and admitted, explaining, "But it was out of necessity! I was betrayed by a villain, my body was completely destroyed, and only a wisp of my soul remains..."
"I'm not interested in what happened to you."
Lin Chuan interrupted him without any politeness, his tone calm but carrying an undeniable sense of pressure, "Hand over your storage bag, and I might consider sparing your primordial spirit."
As he spoke, he raised his other hand, and a dark red talisman, shrouded in malevolent energy, appeared out of thin air.
It was the "Blood Fiend Blade" talisman.
Pure cyan-gold true essence surged into it like a tide, and the surface of the talisman shone with a bright blood-red light. A condensed dark red flying knife phantom began to slowly condense, exuding a chilling sharpness and killing aura.
"A talisman?!" The tall man's expression changed drastically, and his fear intensified.
His cultivation level has now plummeted to rock bottom.
Faced with a fully unleashed talisman, it is almost powerless to resist.
"I...I can tell you where I hid my storage bag!"
The man hurriedly said, his voice urgent, "Not only does it contain my life savings, but also the secret method of insect control and beast breeding passed down by the Spirit Control Sect! As long as... as long as you swear by your inner demons that you will not harm me after you get the items..."
"explain."
Lin Chuan's face darkened, his tone grew colder, and the blood-red throwing knife in his hand had already taken shape, trembling slightly around him and emitting a low hum, exuding a chilling killing intent. "My patience is limited."
"No! Unless you make a solemn oath against your inner demons first!" The tall man gritted his teeth, trying to grasp at the last straw.
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"Stubborn to the end, you're asking for it!"
A cold glint flashed in Lin Chuan's eyes, and he stopped talking nonsense.
The blood-red flying knife phantoms surrounding him emitted a sharp whistling sound as they pierced the air, transforming into a dark red line of blood that was barely visible to the naked eye.
This strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless!
The man was terrified; in that life-or-death moment, he suddenly tilted his head back, his mouth agape—
"call out!"
A small sword, only an inch long, entirely emerald green, and crystal clear like jade, suddenly shot out of his mouth!
The green sword shimmered with light, though its radiance was slightly dim, it exuded a refined and powerful aura far surpassing that of magical artifacts!
"when--!"
A crisp yet exceptionally loud clang of metal rang out!
The emerald green sword precisely intercepted the path of the crimson flying dagger talisman, and the two collided fiercely!
The violent shockwave of spiritual energy spread outwards, scattering all the rubble and dust from the surrounding ground.
The crimson throwing knife was sent flying back by the sudden attack, but it was undamaged.
The small, emerald-green sword let out a mournful cry, its spiritual light dissipating considerably. It fell to the ground with a "clink" and rolled a few times.
"My natal magic weapon!"
Lin Chuan's gaze sharpened.
As expected!
Even though his cultivation level had fallen to the Qi Refining stage, this former Core Formation cultivator could still barely activate his natal magic weapon to protect himself. Although its power was reduced to a hundred percent, the inherent toughness of the magic weapon still managed to barely block the casual attack from the talisman.
However, forcibly activating the magic weapon with the meager magical power of the third or fourth level of Qi Refining is extremely taxing on him.
His face turned deathly pale instantly, and his breath rapidly weakened.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, clearly indicating that his magical power was nearing depletion.
Lin Chuan sneered and raised the "Soul-Guiding Bell" in his hand again.
Upon seeing this, the tall man's eyes flashed with extreme panic, but it was quickly replaced by a hysterical ferocity.
A look of pain and determination flashed across his face. He suddenly raised his right palm and slammed it hard into his lower abdomen!
"puff!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't care less; he opened his mouth again—
A pill the size of a longan, emerald green in color and with mysterious patterns flowing on its surface, containing a mouthful of blood essence, was suddenly spat out by him!
As soon as the pill appeared, it emitted a soft, misty green light, forming an oval-shaped light shield that completely enveloped him. The light shield appeared gentle, yet it exuded a stable and isolating aura.
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"
Lin Chuan shook the Soul-Guiding Bell again, and the bell tolled, but the green light shield only rippled slightly. Although the man inside had a furrowed brow, he did not lose control of his body as before.
Clearly, this green pill is extraordinary, capable of resisting the effects of the Soul-Guiding Bell on the "Curved Soul" body to a certain extent.
"sucker Punch!"
Lin Chuan's eyes turned cold, and he stopped probing.
Within the Divine Court's sea of consciousness, twenty-seven pale golden divine consciousness spikes, which had been poised to strike, were silently and collectively activated!
The fourth level of "The Divine Sword of Awakening" features twenty-seven simultaneous thrusts!
An invisible and intangible attack of divine consciousness instantly traversed space, ignoring the obstruction of the green light shield, and fiercely pierced into the person's brow and sea of consciousness!
"ah--!"
The tall man let out a bloodcurdling scream that pierced the very soul!
The green aura surrounding him also fluctuated violently as his primordial spirit suffered excruciating pain.
The light quickly dimmed and became unstable.
It's now!
Lin Chuan had a sudden thought.
The "Blood Fiend Blade" talisman that had been hovering to the side once again transformed into a dark red bloodline and shot out!
This time, the target is the already crumbling green light shield, and the emerald green pill at its core inside the shield!
"laugh--!"
The crimson throwing knife struck the weakest point of the green light shield with unparalleled precision.
The stalemate lasted only a moment before the light shield shattered like a bubble, and the flying knife, still powerful, pierced the emerald green pill!
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The emerald green pill that was clearly closely connected to the tall man's primordial spirit was actually the golden core that he had formed when he was forming his own core. It was instantly shattered by the power of the talisman!
"No--!!!"
The moment the pill shattered, the tall man let out a roar that was even more piercing than before, filled with despair and endless pain!
It wasn't just the heartache of the destroyed treasure, but also the excruciating pain emanating from the depths of one's primordial spirit, as if it were being forcibly torn apart and burned!
His eyes widened, but the light in them quickly faded, and his aura plummeted like a deflated balloon.
His limbs began to twitch violently and uncontrollably. After only a few breaths, the twitching stopped abruptly, and he became completely still.