Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 1947 - 961: The Situation Is Dire, This Place Is Not

A cleaning talisman fluttered toward a cultivator at the Interdiate Stage who was fiercely attacking. That cultivator was already in a sorry state, with mud and blood on his face. As the white light of the talisman enveloped him, his face instantly beca noticeably refreshed, and even the aggressive montum weakened a bit, causing his movents to halt involuntarily.

"Pfft!" Lin Wan’er, who was fiercely battling another cultivator, couldn’t help but laugh at this scene, though her sword moves remained unperturbed.

Luo Qingchen’s mouth also twitched. Xiaowan’s "secret weapon" always worked wonders at unexpected tis. He used the Black Dragon Sword to parry Zhao Mingyu’s Golden Snake Sword. Although the Chaotic Power was almost depleted, the sword moves were still exquisite.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The sound of weapons clashing was continuous.

Although Zhao Mingyu was furious, he was nonetheless a Golden Core Stage cultivator. Previously chased by the Demon Spider, he was already a frightened bird, and now in battle, he couldn’t defeat Luo Qingchen just yet.

Amidst the fierce fight, a sudden, chilling scream echoed through the mist not far away!

"Ah—help! There’s a monster!"

The voice was unmistakably from the Qingmu Sect’s disciple!

Imdiately after, several more screams and exclamations followed, accompanied by the low roar of a beast.

Zhao Mingyu and Luo Qingchen, along with others, were taken aback, stopping their attacks simultaneously and looking warily towards the direction of the sound.

In the direction of the mist’s violent surge, several figures were seen fleeing in panic. Behind them, a massive head covered in dark green scales flashed in the mist and vanished, carrying a chilling, fierce presence!

"What is that thing?!" Zhao Mingyu exclaid in horror.

Luo Qingchen’s heart raced as he sensed an aura from the head comparable to a demonic beast at the Refining Stage, and it seed there wasn’t just one!

Indeed, the mist at Luofeng Slope concealed deadly traps!

"Second Young Master, the situation is not good! We shouldn’t stay here long!" a hooked-nose cultivator said anxiously, also startled by the sudden appearance of the demonic beasts.

Zhao Mingyu’s expression was indecisive. He glanced at Luo Qingchen, then at the direction of the mist’s surge, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

anwhile, Luo Qingchen sharply noticed that the demonic beasts seed to be heading towards the Qingmu Sect people!

A bold plan ford in his mind.

"Zhao Mingyu," Luo Qingchen suddenly spoke, "It seems we’re both in trouble now. Why not join forces temporarily to deal with these troubleso fellows first, what do you say?" He pointed towards the direction where the Qingmu Sect disciples were fleeing.

Zhao Mingyu was taken aback, looking at Luo Qingchen skeptically: "Join forces with you? Do you have such good intentions?"

"This ti is different," Luo Qingchen said honestly. "The Qingmu Sect people harbor ill intentions towards us. Rather than letting them reap the benefits, why don’t we create so trouble for them first? Besides, it seems these demonic beasts are more interested in larger crowds."

A hint of movent flickered in Zhao Mingyu’s eyes. He naturally understood that if the Qingmu Sect people dealt with Luo Qingchen, the next target would undoubtedly be him. Moreover, Luo Qingchen was right; those demonic beasts seed more keen on chasing larger targets.

"Alright!" Zhao Mingyu gritted his teeth, "Let’s do it as you say! But after dealing with the Qingmu Sect people, I’ll settle accounts with you!"

"It’s a deal!" Luo Qingchen’s lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.

A short-lived, opportunistic alliance was quietly ford in the perilous fog of Luofeng Slope.

"Roar!"

From the depths of the mist, the roars of demonic beasts and the screams of the Qingmu Sect disciples echoed once more. They were evidently being chased in panic by those unknown fierce beasts.

"Let’s go! Let’s see the spectacle!" Zhao Mingyu’s eyes glead cruelly as he stealthily moved toward the direction of the sound. His two Golden Core Stage guards followed closely behind.

Luo Qingchen signaled Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan, and the three of them cautiously followed.

Su Xiaowan murmured softly, "Brother Luo, won’t Zhao Mingyu try so tricks again?"

"He’s overwheld now, temporarily unable to sche against us," Luo Qingchen replied in a low voice, "Our goal is to escape amidst the chaos, and perhaps... create further troubles for the Qingmu Sect."

Everyone pushed through the dense mist and quietly approached the battlefield. Up ahead, there was chaos: seven or eight Qingmu Sect disciples were being besieged by three large beasts resembling pangolins but with fearso fangs and blood-red horns. These beasts were covered in dark green scales impervious to blades and swords and could spew highly corrosive black poison—the fierce beasts glimpsed earlier in the mist—the Scaled Beasts.

Each Scaled Beast was as powerful as those at the Refining Stage!

Though the Qingmu Sect disciples were nurous, they appeared overwheld in the presence of these fierce Scaled Beasts. Two were already down in pools of blood, their fate uncertain.

Mu Qingxuan was not here, likely held up by other Scaled Beasts or other dangers in this area.

"It’s them!" Zhao Mingyu’s eyes showed a trace of fear, evidently aware of the Scaled Beast’s might.

"Second Young Master, what should we do? Should we..." The hooked-nose cultivator made a gesture suggesting a sneak attack.

Zhao Mingyu hesitated, but Luo Qingchen suddenly said, "Brother Zhao, look at those Scaled Beasts. They seem particularly sensitive to a certain scent on the Qingmu Sect disciples."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Mingyu was stunned and observed closely, indeed discovering that the Scaled Beasts clearly aid at and attacked those clad in Qingmu Sect attire, mostly ignoring other scattered cultivator corpses around.