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第八十七章 掌心雷

Sizzle...

The large black rock in front suddenly developed cracks on its surface, deepening from shallow to deeper. Pebbles fell down with a pattering sound.

Instantly, the air grew thick with阴气 (yin qi), and a black light shot out from the rock, scattering Lin Xuan's technique for gathering medicinal herbs.

The young man's face darkened as he heard the increasingly mournful roars. There were cries of agony from someone on their deathbed, the howls of beasts, and all sorts of strange sounds entwining together, making one feel spine-chilling.

The sky also turned extremely dim, with thick black fog spewing out from the rock. Ghostly figures appeared in the mist, filled with terrifying malevolence that could drive one mad.

Even the怨气 (yuan qi) in the Hundred Souls Banner was far less intense. What kind of ghostly creature was this? Lin Xuan's expression turned serious. He had originally thought that the guardians of celestial herbs were beasts, but it turned out to be wraiths and evil spirits.

The heavy怨气 (yuan qi) suggested that many cultivators must have perished here over the centuries. Lin Xuan had read about such cases in books before.

Celestial herbs have always been contested by both cultivators and beasts because they greatly benefit one's cultivation when ingested, whether human or beast. Cultivators who died fighting for these herbs either reincarnated or remained as vengeful spirits, eventually evolving into wraiths to guard the medicinal plants, preventing others from taking them.

The same applied to beasts.

The ghostly figures flying out of the thick fog were the souls of cultivators and beasts that had fallen here over the centuries.

Roar!

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a bitter smile as the howling wind grew more mournful. It seemed there was no way around this; he would have to first eliminate these wraiths before gathering the medicinal herbs.

Lin Xuan pulled out a talisman from his pocket, activated with spirit energy, and the talisman burned, revealing two large characters in gold—破邪 (po xie), meaning "to dispel evil."

This talisman was auxiliary but highly effective against yin souls and wraiths.

Golden light flashed. The two beastly spirits that had approached him let out a mournful cry before disintegrating into nothingness.

However, Lin Xuan did not feel relieved. These were just the weaker wraiths; the破邪 (po xie) talisman only pushed back some of the thick fog. The surrounding wraiths kept dancing and occasionally lunging at him, forcing him to summon his flying sword. Despite their intangible forms, the spirit-infused flying sword could easily cut them down.

Meanwhile, in Stream Leap Ravine, the slaughter was nearing its end. Most of the cultivators who entered had been killed by Fire Spirit Sect, leaving only a few with high cultivation and sharp wits still alive.

"Haha, little girl, you're doomed. Hand over your Autumn Water Sword, and I'll let you live as my co-cultivation cauldron."

Xiang Wu laughed wildly, his eyes filled with malicious intent, appraising the young woman's figure. Qin Yan truly lived up to her reputation as a Cloud Fairy; she was indeed beautiful.

Above them, blue light and golden rays danced and chased each other in the sky...

Hearing Xiang Wu's words, Qin Yan's exquisite face showed a mix of anger and embarrassment. How despicable! A cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage dared to be so shameless.

But when he mentioned co-cultivation cauldron, she felt a wave of fear. If captured, there would be no escape.

Initially, she thought using a teleportation talisman would allow her to flee successfully, but Xiang Wu was skilled in tracking and clung to her like a bone parasite, impossible to shake off.

In the end, she had no choice but to fight. Qin Yan was proud of her strength, but that shameless fellow was also at the Foundation Establishment stage...

Xiang Wu did not intend to kill; he used his Golden Thread Great Ring Blade, a spiritual artifact, to engage in combat with Qin Yan, clearly aiming to exhaust her spirit energy before capturing her alive.

Qin Yan's sharp mind understood Xiang Wu's intentions. The longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for her. She had one last trump card.

From her storage ring, she took out a small blue bead no larger than a dragon eye, unremarkable in appearance.

"Haha, little girl, surrender!"

The Golden Thread Great Ring Blade swung away from Autumn Water Sword and slashed towards Qin Yan. In mid-air, Xiang Wu cast a spell, several beams of yellow light striking the blade, muttering, "Shape Change."

Instantly, the spiritual artifact glowed with golden light, distorting its form into that of a single-horned giant python.

This ability to change the shape of a spiritual artifact could only be used by cultivators above Foundation Establishment. In a short time, it could boost the power of the artifact by two to three times.

However, Qin Yan's expression showed no fear. She even withdrew her qi shield and held that blue bead in her left hand, surging all her spirit energy into it.

Xiang Wu was momentarily stunned but did not take this seriously. This girl might be at the Flexible Spirit Stage, but she posed no real threat to him.

Thinking of obtaining the top-grade spiritual artifact Autumn Water Sword and a beautiful co-cultivation cauldron, Xiang Wu's face lit up with excitement.

In an instant, the golden python was right in front of the young woman. Only then did Qin Yan throw the bead into the air.

A dazzling blue light blinded everyone as countless lightning bolts shot out from it. Feeling the terrifying spirit energy fluctuations, Xiang Wu's smug expression vanished, replaced by one of shock.

"What... This spell."

He recognized this spell; Palm Lightning was a high-level technique that only cultivators above Foundation Establishment could perform. He knew how to use it too.

The problem was, the spirit energy fluctuations were too terrifying. They far exceeded his own when casting it. Could the person with such palm lightning be... at the Condensation Core stage?

A blue bolt of lightning swept across, and the golden python that had been so formidable just moments ago was sent flying, trembling as it fell from the sky, revealing its true form—the Golden Thread Great Ring Blade.

Xiang Wu's suspicions were confirmed. The blue bead must contain a palm lightning technique from someone at the Condensation Core stage.

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