Chapter 16: Ling Cao Qi Huang (Part 2)

  Treasure!

  This stalk of iris is an invaluable treasure!

  Its value is worth at least 500,000 taels of silver, and this is only a rough estimate.

  The leaves of Kihō grass greatly increase a warrior's chances of advancing to the next rank, and the lower the rank, the higher the chance.

  Martial arts nine heavy boundary, upgrade ten heavy boundary, there is a 70% chance. Eight heavy to nine heavy, there is an 80% chance. Seven heavy to eight heavy, there is a 90% chance. For martial artists below the six heavy boundary, taking Astragalus membranaceus can guarantee a 100% upgrade of one boundary.

  Qihuang grass is still absorbing the heaven and earth's original energy, Xuantian quietly waits for it. When Qihuang grass matures, the more heaven and earth's original energy it absorbs, the better the effect will be. After warriors consume it, their chances of advancing to a higher realm are greater.

  About ten minutes later, all the heavenly and earthly yuanqi were absorbed by the Astragalus membranaceus, and the entire Astragalus membranaceus became somewhat crystal clear, as if it was a solid condensed from the heavenly and earthly yuanqi.

  Tap tap tap tap tap...

  At this time, a footstep sounded from outside the cave. Xuan Tian did not get excited and confused, but remained vigilant at all times, hearing the footsteps outside the cave.

  "Not good!" Xuan Tian shouted in his heart, it's not good! There might be other warriors nearby who would be attracted by the commotion of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

  This stalk of Astragalus is extremely valuable, enough for warriors below the Innate Realm to risk their lives to fight over.

  Xuantian immediately picked up the Astragalus membranaceus, cut off a piece of his robe, wrapped it around the Astragalus membranaceus and put it in his bosom to avoid being discovered.

  When Xuan Tian did all this, the people outside the cave rushed into the cave. Apparently, this was their destination.

  This cave has only one exit, Xuan Tian has nowhere to hide, and can only wait quietly.

  "The heaven and earth's primal energy has vanished!"

  "Ah——the double-headed black-lined snake has been killed by someone!"

  "Someone actually came in here before us, Fugui Gang?"

  "Quick - go take a look."

  "Three masters! There is a martial artist inside."

  "It's just a thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy, this pair of black-lined snakes, he definitely didn't kill them."

  ……

  The sound of footsteps echoed, and soon more than 20 people entered the cave.

  Xuantian's gaze swept across the crowd, and among these people, he had an impression of many of them, who were precisely the Fuwei Gang members he had met in Qing Shui Town.

  The last person walked into the cave, this man was two meters tall, like a giant bear, with two iron hammers inserted behind his back, Xuan Tian's eyes fell on him, and it was the third master of Fuwei Gang.

  The eyes of the three patriarchs also fell on Xuantian, and then fell on the Tianjian Sect emblem on Xuantian's chest, frowning.

  A familiar memory surged into San Dangjia's mind: Ah! It was that Tianjian Sect disciple he met in Qing Shui Town.

  Tianjian Sect, let San Dangjia's innate ability be somewhat intimidated.

  Xuān Tiān and Sān Dāng Jiā stared at each other, the members of Fú Wēi Bang felt that Sān Dāng Jiā's face was somewhat off-color, the atmosphere was a bit eerie, and they all shut their mouths instantly.

  "Li Yan, Zhao Si..." A martial artist of the Seventh Realm of Martial Arts arrived in front of the two corpses in the cave. He swept his gaze around and finally landed on San Dangjia's face, saying: "San Dangjia, Li Yan and Zhao Si were killed by the double-headed black line snake's venom, and the spiritual medicine in the cave is gone."

  The three masters nodded slightly, their eyes fixed on Xuantian's face, and asked, "Young man, what did you see?"

  Xuān Tiān's clothes had the emblem of the Tiān Jiàn Zōng on them. The three masters deliberately pretended not to see it, and things were getting a bit strange.

  He secretly raised his vigilance, and Xuan Tian Dao said: "I just came in, what you see is what I see."

  The gaze of the three patriarchs fell on the bulging position in front of Xuántiān's chest, where he had placed the 'Qí Huáng Cǎo', and said: "What is it that you are hiding in your chest?"

  His eyes gleamed with a fierce light as he said, "I am a disciple of the Tianjian Sect."

  Upon hearing the three words "Tian Jian Sect", all the members of the Fu Wei Gang revealed a hint of fear in their expressions, and San Dang Jia's eyes also narrowed.

  However, the third master chuckled and said: "This is a desolate wilderness, deep in the Yin Wind Mountains, where ferocious beasts roam. Who would recognize you as a disciple of the Tianjian Sect? Do you know? You... you... you, do you know?"

  The three masters pointed one by one at the warriors around them.

  Feeling the intention of the three masters, the martial artists shook their heads one after another: "Don't know... I don't know... We all don't know."

  The three masters sneered and smiled, saying: "Tianjian Sect disciples, buried in the belly of a demon beast, this is also very normal!"

  One of the three masters spoke while taking out a pair of iron hammers from behind his back, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This kid is only at the seventh level of martial arts cultivation," he said. "The spiritual medicine is on him. Let's kill him and destroy all evidence. How many years has Yin Wind Mountain Range not seen the death of a major sect disciple? Kill!"

  The martial artist of the Fuwei Gang, who had killed and set fires many times before, had become numb to taking lives. Although Xuan Tian was a disciple of the Tianshen Sect, in the Yin Feng mountain range where demonic beasts roamed freely and no one was around, who knew how he died?

  Every year, many warriors fall into the belly of the demon beast, including disciples from large sects who have undergone rigorous training. Even inner door disciples have fallen in the Yin Wind Mountains. A small outer door disciple disappearing in the Yin Wind Mountains is like a grain of sand sinking into the ocean, without even a ripple.

  In fact, the disciples of all major sects who go out to practice bring signal flares that identify their identity. The Tianjian Sect is no exception. When they encounter danger, they can send a signal to gather fellow disciples within a hundred miles, but Xuán Tiān is currently in the mountain cave and the signal flares are useless.

  With San Dangjia's order, five martial artists from the Fuwei gang suddenly rushed out, two of whom were at the seventh level of martial arts and three at the sixth level. To deal with a single martial artist at the seventh level, deploying five people was already enough to show respect for the identity of a Tianjian Sect disciple.

  Among the five people, one uses a sword, one uses a stick, one uses a qiguan spear, and two use knives.

  Five people made their move at the same time, two sword auras burst forth, and the two with swords were both in the Seventh Realm of Martial Arts.

  The other Fuyu helpers, on the side, burst out laughing. Even if they were disciples of the Tianjian Sect, how could they take on five people alone? Those five men often joined forces to kill their enemies, and even if they encountered a warrior in the eighth stage of martial arts, they could still have a fierce battle.

  Facing the attack of the five people, Xuantian did not get angry but instead smiled and softly shouted: "Looking for death!"

  A brilliant light flashed, sword energy crisscrossed, two knife auras, instantly dispersed.

  Ahhhhhhh...

  Where the sword energy passed, five mournful and shrill cries rang out. Whether they were martial artists of the Seventh or Sixth Realm, all had their throats slit by a single sword stroke, with blood gushing out from their throats, dying instantly.

  One sword kills five people instantly!

  What kind of strength is this? Those five people are almost comparable to a martial artist in the eighth stage of the Martial Way, instantly killing five people, at least equivalent to the ninth stage of the Martial Way.

  The Fuwei Gang members who were still laughing loudly were shocked and looked at each other in horror.

  Xuantian's cold and indifferent voice rang out: "Fuwei Gang, daring to attack the Tianjian Sect disciple, from now on, expel the name."

  Xuān Tiān fights to the death with yāo shòu every day, his body not only stained with the dying breath of yāo shòu but also condensed a large amount of killing intent. As soon as this was said, the members of Fú Wēi's gang suddenly felt a surge of air rushing towards them, full of murderous intentions.

  The three masters were shocked, knowing they had made a big mistake, but the arrow was already out of the bow and couldn't be taken back. Now they were in a difficult situation, and the only way to avoid this disaster was to kill Xuan Tian.

  "Kill! Everyone get him, if you want to stay alive, kill him for me!"

  San Da Jia let out a loud roar, grasping a pair of iron hammers and charging towards Xuan Tian. Ten steps away from Xuan Tian, he swung his hammer down.

  This pair of iron hammers, weighing 720 catties, with each one weighing 360 catties. Three Taught Family was born with divine strength and his cultivation had reached the ninth level of martial arts realm. The iron hammer that seemed incredibly heavy to ordinary people was like a feather in Three Taught Family's hands.

  This hammer strike, combined with the divine power of San Dangjia, is also a martial artist in the 9th realm of Wudao. Even if he wants to take it head-on, he will be severely injured and dare not harden his defense.

  Xuantian did not dodge or evade, and with one sword stroke, he stabbed out!

  Clang!

  The sword tip and iron hammer struck together, producing a loud crash that was deafening.

  San Dangjia's whole body shook, his feet floated for a moment, and he retreated half a step in an instant. Xuan Tian, on the other hand, remained calm and composed, not taking a single step back.

  The Xuantian Cultivation of "Pre-Heavenly Skill" is extremely powerful, and when he cultivated it to the fourth layer, his cultivation reached the Seventh Realm of Martial Arts. Now, after a month of life-and-death battles with the demon beast, Xuantian's Pre-Heavenly Skill has already been refined to the late stage of the fourth layer.

  Congenital merit, cultivated to the extreme, can cultivate congenital true energy, comparable to the existence of congenital masters. Even if not yet cultivated to the extreme, their internal strength is still unparalleled and profound.

  San Da Jia saw Xuan Tian using his sword, and the sword's momentum was light and agile, with a nimble body technique. He thought that Xuan Tian's internal power was not deep, so he prepared to overpower him. With absolute strength, he would strike down Xuan Tian in one move, defeating him utterly.

  But he never thought that Xuantian's internal strength was so profound, with orthodox internal strength, it surpassed the innate divine power of San Dangjia, and the internal strength of Xiantian's first heaven's work was even more powerful, causing San Dangjia to retreat half a step.

  "How is this possible?" The three masters were shocked. Even a martial artist at the 9th level of the Martial Realm couldn't withstand his blow, yet Xuan Tian not only withstood it but also remained calm and composed, his expression serene, as he countered with a half-step back.

  The container cannot hold three masters, and again two mournful cries rang out. Xuan Tian's sword momentum was both overbearing and agile, with no one able to block it. In the blink of an eye, another two people were beheaded by a single sword stroke, or even directly cut in half.

  "The wind is rising!"

  Xuantian let out a loud shout, and the sword light in his hand suddenly disappeared. All that could be heard was the rustling of the wind coming from all directions.

  His figure was as agile as a snake spirit, fast as a cheetah, and no one could catch his shadow.

  Only hear the wind, but see no sword shadow.

  Where there is no sword, there is a sword everywhere!

  As the sword light flashed, several more martial artists from the Fuwei Sect let out mournful cries, clutching their throats as they fell to the ground. Their eyes were filled with incredulity until death, never understanding how Xuantian's sword had cut through their throats.

  A martial artist below the 8th rank of Wudao Realm cannot withstand a single sword strike from Xuantian, and even a martial artist at the 8th rank of Wudao Realm cannot withstand two sword strikes from Xuantian.

  Sword energy gallops horizontally, light rays shoot in all directions, one step kills one person, ten steps kill ten people!

  Splash!

  The three masters of the ninth rank of martial arts were also unable to withstand Xuantian's sword energy, and a wound half a foot long appeared on his arm, and the iron hammer in his hand almost fell.

  "Quick! Block him for me! Quick!"

  The Third Master exerted his strength and let out a loud roar, all the martial artists of the Fuwei Gang rushed towards Xuantian, but the Third Master suddenly retreated backwards, bursting out of the cave in an instant and fleeing far away.

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