Chapter 142: The Fanatical Linghu Jinjiu
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Still ferocious. Still savage!
Lightning flashed in a bizarre, flickering rhythm. With speed too swift for the eye to follow, it struck down another cultivator. Only two remained: the old Daoist with the horsetail whisk from the Blackwater Divine Sect, and the one-eyed middle-aged man.
The two fled in opposite directions.
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Pursued by the Azure Dragon Wood and the yellow crystal saber, the old Daoist with the horsetail whisk dodged wildly from side to side while frantically brandishing his whisk.
The whisk in his hand was no ordinary treasure either. It was a superior-grade magical treasure known as the Ten-Thousand-Blade Whisk. With every sweep, countless silvery wind blades crisscrossed the sky.
Boom! Boom!
Explosions rang out without end.
Yet for the moment, he could not break free from the entanglement of the Azure Dragon phantom and the yellow crystal saber. Meanwhile, Fang Junmei and Ran Shi Daolang were already catching up.
The old Daoist was ruthless enough, and the terrifying speed and attacks of Lightning had frightened him badly. In that short span of time, he had already made up his mind.
Pfft!
Blood sprayed into the air!
After taking a blow from the yellow crystal saber against his ribs, the old Daoist struck the weapon away with one palm, found an opening, and fled into the distance.
Fang Junmei and Ran Shi Daolang did not give up. They continued in pursuit. After all, their opponent was wounded, and their purpose was to buy Lightning time.
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In another direction, a five-colored floral gale stretched across the sky.
At its very front flew the one-eyed middle-aged man from the Blackwater Divine Sect. He gritted his teeth, clearly driving his speed to the limit, yet he still could not shake off the five-colored floral gale.
Yang Xiaoman flew after him while activating her Five-Colored Flower Hairpin. The five-colored floral gale released by the hairpin was both beautiful and immensely powerful. Although it could not pull the one-eyed man back, it was more than enough to slow him down.
Whoosh!
After killing the third man, Lightning swept its gaze across the battlefield and chose to attack the one-eyed man first. Its figure flickered through the void.
When the one-eyed man sensed this, his soul nearly flew out of his body. He brushed a hand across his waist, turned, and shot a crimson flying sword toward Yang Xiaoman.
Judging by the look of things, he clearly had no intention of keeping the sword.
Borrowing the suction of the five-colored floral gale, the flying sword shot forward at tremendous speed. After the one-eyed man rapidly formed several hand seals, crimson flames began to surge from the sword, burning toward Yang Xiaoman. The searing heat seemed capable of melting even the hardest metal.
If Yang Xiaoman continued using the Five-Colored Flower Hairpin to buy Lightning time, she would certainly suffer severe injuries.
After a swift calculation, Yang Xiaoman finally withdrew the hairpin. Looking thoroughly exasperated, she flashed aside to evade the attack.
“Hahaha—”
Freed at last, the one-eyed man could not help laughing loudly as he fled at full speed. As expected, he had abandoned the crimson flying sword.
At that very moment, a strange attack, like the bite of a venomous snake, suddenly appeared within his sea of consciousness. His primordial spirit felt as though it had been savagely bitten by a snake, and the pain drove him to cry out.
Not far away, another person’s face was twitching. Only she knew that after releasing two attacks of this kind, the power of her primordial spirit had been completely drained. Even her brain throbbed with pain.
It was, of course, Luan Shi Liangyan. This was her final method.
After unleashing the attack, she immediately took out Ink-Jade Honey and dripped it into her mouth. She had dared to use the technique repeatedly today precisely because she possessed the honey.
Whoosh—
Taking advantage of the opening, Lightning finally caught up. Its hooves lashed out in a frenzy.
After only a few kicks, it blasted the one-eyed middle-aged man apart!
Another Dao-Embryo cultivator had fallen.
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After killing the man, Lightning chased after the old Daoist with the horsetail whisk.
Yang Xiaoman finally breathed a little easier. After collecting the belongings of the fallen cultivators, she supported Luan Shi Liangyan and pursued Fang Junmei and the others.
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The old Daoist with the horsetail whisk fled in panic!
He was the strongest of the five, with profound magical power and formidable methods.
Not long after breaking free from Fang Junmei and Ran Shi Daolang’s magical treasures, he took out a golden, gleaming talisman-like object and stuck it to his body. He then pointed at it with one finger. Strange black shadows spread from the talisman, and after several breaths, they condensed into two enormous phantom wings resembling those of bats. Beating the wings, he flew forward at a speed more than twenty percent faster than before.
Fang Junmei and Ran Shi Daolang had originally intended to pursue and harry him, but they were soon left farther and farther behind.
A sense of dejection arose in both their hearts.
Was one of them really going to escape after all?
“Demon-path scoundrel, where do you think you’re running?”
Just as the old Daoist was about to disappear into the distant mountain wilderness, a stern shout suddenly rang out from that direction.
“That voice is... Third Senior Brother?”
Fang Junmei was delighted. He had been separated from Linghu Jinj iu for nearly ten days and had not expected to reunite with him here. Not only had Linghu Jinj iu crossed the crystal forest, he had also ventured this deep into the region.
But Fang Junmei immediately grew worried. How could Linghu Jinj iu, alone, possibly stand against the old Daoist?
He hurriedly extended his spiritual awareness, but soon relaxed.
It was still the same Linghu Jinj iu, yet he had not come alone. Two other cultivators accompanied him, both at the early Dao-Embryo stage—a handsome man and a beautiful woman, each wearing an air of righteous integrity.
Fang Junmei vaguely remembered that they were cultivators from the White Cloud Immortal Sect. When they had been waiting for the secret realm to open, the two had behaved rather intimately. They were probably a pair of Dao companions.
The three of them arrived and immediately engaged the old Daoist. Perhaps because they had seen Fang Junmei, they did not waste time with unnecessary words.
Fang Junmei was naturally delighted. Ran Shi Daolang was a straightforward and boisterous man, so he gave the matter no further thought.
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“Third Senior Brother, and the two of you, please hold that old fellow off. A major reinforcement is on the way!”
Fang Junmei shouted, then added, “Lightning, you bastard, run faster!”
“I’ve already killed four of them. What more do you want? Won’t you let a horse catch its breath?”
The neighing of a horse came from behind.
Lightning’s voice rang out in Fang Junmei’s mind. Fang Junmei could not help smiling. Lightning’s usual tone meant that it was in peak condition.
Whoosh—
A howling gale swept over, and ripples surged through space. Like a giant palm, the force slapped Fang Junmei and knocked him to the side.
With a sharp whinny, Lightning had already overtaken Fang Junmei and Ran Shi Daolang and charged ahead.
“That bastard definitely did it on purpose.”
Feeling the hot sting across his skin, Fang Junmei’s face darkened. In this world, Lightning was probably the only creature capable of infuriating him so thoroughly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions soon sounded from ahead.
Lightning once again displayed its overwhelming might. The old Daoist could not strike it, while Lightning, aided by the other cultivators, was able to land kick after kick on him.
The old Daoist was already wounded. How many of Lightning’s void kicks could he possibly withstand?
By the time Fang Junmei reached the battlefield, the fight was over. Only a blood-soaked corpse remained, falling toward the ground.
The three companions of Linghu Jinj iu all stared at Lightning in shock. Lightning, meanwhile, held its head high and gave them an extremely arrogant look that clearly said they were ignorant fools.
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The three had apparently suffered some injuries in that brief exchange. It was clear that when driven into a desperate corner, the old Daoist with the horsetail whisk had been capable of unleashing a deadly frenzy.
“Third Senior Brother.”
After approaching, Fang Junmei called out, then cupped his hands toward the pair of Dao companions.
“I am Fang Junmei of the Peach Garden Sword Sect. Thank you both for your assistance.”
The two smiled and nodded with considerable grace.
Linghu Jinj iu was naturally delighted to see that Fang Junmei was unharmed and had apparently acquired a powerful demon-beast companion. But when he saw Ran Shi Daolang approaching from behind and coming to stand beside Fang Junmei, his expression immediately darkened.
“Junmei, I remember that he is a member of the Ran Shi Clan. As a disciple of our righteous path, how can you associate with a cultivator from the demon sect?”
Linghu Jinj iu reprimanded him sternly. The long sword in his hand even shifted slightly, as though he were preparing to attack.
The atmosphere instantly became awkward.
The two cultivators from the White Cloud Immortal Sect also looked at Ran Shi Daolang with hostility, along with a trace of disdain.
It was obvious that they shared Linghu Jinj iu’s temperament; otherwise, they would not have traveled together. Possessing a sense of righteousness was a good thing, but taking it to the point of extremism was going too far.
Ran Shi Daolang’s expression was the ugliest of all. If Linghu Jinj iu and the others had not just helped them—and if Linghu Jinj iu had not been Fang Junmei’s senior brother—he might already have exploded.
Fang Junmei was stunned as well. His figure flashed, and he hurriedly stepped in front of Ran Shi Daolang.
“Daolang may belong to the demon sect, but he is forthright and bold, not some petty villain. He is worth befriending. Spend a few days with him, Third Senior Brother, and you will understand that he is different from the other demon sect cultivators.”
“In all my life, I have hated demon-path cultivators above all else. Whenever I see one, I want only to kill him. And you want me to associate with him?”
Linghu Jinj iu’s expression suddenly turned grim. Deep, bone-cutting hatred shot from his eyes, and the aura around him began to surge.
Fang Junmei’s brow furrowed deeply. He had never imagined that one day he would have to face such a situation.
“Brother! Brother Junmei!”
From behind them, Luan Shi Liangyan and Yang Xiaoman flew over.
The two had already sensed the situation with their spiritual awareness. Luan Shi Liangyan’s face was filled with worry, while Yang Xiaoman looked thoroughly troubled. Why had they run into Linghu Jinj iu at a time like this? Linghu Jinj iu’s wife had been humiliated and killed by demon cultivators, and he himself had nearly died at their hands. His hatred for demon-path cultivators was not something that could be easily dissolved.
Linghu Jinj iu glanced toward the two women, and his gaze darkened further.
Even Yang Xiaoman had become involved with a demon-sect enchantress?
He might have tolerated such behavior from other righteous-path cultivators, but the actions of Fang Junmei and Yang Xiaoman were clearly striking at the deepest part of his pain.
“Fifth Brother, move aside. I’m going to butcher this brat!”
Linghu Jinj iu shouted harshly as he advanced step by step.
“Kill me? I’m afraid you’re not qualified.”
Ran Shi Daolang finally could not suppress his anger any longer and spoke coldly.
At those words, the chill in Linghu Jinj iu’s eyes intensified. He roared once more, “Fifth Brother, get out of my way!”
“This is outrageous!”
Whoosh!
Ran Shi Daolang spat out those words and shot forward in a blur. Fang Junmei could not even hold him back.
The yellow crystal saber cleaved through the air. Thunder rolled, lightning crashed down, and the attack descended upon Linghu Jinj iu.
Linghu Jinj iu refused to yield. He unleashed the Drunken Dragon Sword Art.
Boom! Boom!
At last, the two began to fight.
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