Chapter 29: The Bamboo Demon
Only after the Hundred Soul Banner had turned to ash did Li ng finally feel at ease. He ford a hand seal with both hands and pointed toward the sky. The Lightning Attraction Talisman suspended in the air ignited. In the blink of an eye, it too crumbled into a pile of ashes that drifted slowly to the ground. The dark clouds above the forest dispersed shortly after.
Li ng walked over to the corpse of the demonic cultivator. He crouched down and pulled the storage pouch from the man's waist.
"Just a pauper, no wonder he wouldn't even let an old man like go!"
A sweep with his Divine Sense into the storage pouch made Li ng's face darken. Muttering curses under his breath, he stood up.
This demonic cultivator nad Zhou Cheng was even poorer than Li ng had been when he first ascended the mountain. The Hundred Soul Banner was likely his entire life's savings. Aside from that, there were only a dozen or so spirit stones and so basic body-strengthening pills. There was also another storage pouch—probably belonging to the cultivator this Zhou Cheng had killed earlier.
"A total loss!"
Wearing a pained expression, Li ng headed deeper into the forest.
"Must not fight, must not fight!" he mumbled to himself as he walked. Combat was absolutely a losing proposition.
Before long, the dispersed mist closed back in, shrouding the battlefield.
For the next several days, Li ng wandered aimlessly through the Ghost Mist Forest. He followed the guidance of his Spirit Guiding Talisman in search of spirit plants.
"You useless little thing, look what you've led to!"
Li ng shot a glare at the talisman. Following its guidance, he had entered a bamboo grove, only to encounter a spirit haunting the place.
About five ters ahead stood a scarecrow—one made of bamboo. That was no scarecrow; it was a Bamboo Demon. Bamboo Demons were guardian spirits of bamboo groves, a type of plant-based spirit. A place like this would definitely not host just one.
Moving with extre caution, Li ng began backing away. Mystic Yin Grass couldn't possibly grow within a bamboo grove; the environnt was entirely unsuitable for it. Fortunately, his Stealth Talisman proved effective. He managed to exit the bamboo grove without incident.
"Finally out!"
He turned around, looking back at the bamboo grove with lingering fear. If he had been surrounded by those Bamboo Demons... forget about a minor Qi Condensation cultivator like him; even a Foundation Establishnt expert would likely find it difficult to escape alive.
"Unlucky. Does fate decree that Mystic Yin Grass and I shall never et?"
Feeling rather glum, Li ng continued deeper into the forest. The Scarlet Forbidden Ground would only remain open for three months. He couldn't afford to waste too much ti in the Ghost Mist Forest.
"Better to travel by sword."
His aged body leaped upward. A flying sword shot out from his storage pouch. Planting his feet upon it, Li ng soared above the dense canopy on his sword.
High above the forest, he flew into the distance. The higher you fly, the farther you see. The expanse of the Ghost Mist Forest, shrouded in white mist, lay spread out beneath him.
"Young people... so easily impulsive."
Flying high indeed granted a far view. Case in point: flashes of spiritual light erupted from the forest to his left front. Clearly, soone was engaged in combat using magical artifacts. Li ng had no interest in joining such excitent.
Although Li ng had no interest in joining the excitent, sotis excitent forces itself upon you.
"Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Save !"
And just like that, trouble arrived at his doorstep.
A female Outer Disciple of the Qingxu Sect shot out from the Ghost Mist Forest on her flying sword, heading straight for him. Close on her heels from within the mist charged several Vengeful Spirits.
More Demonic Cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect?
Li ng swept a glance over her, a flicker of disappointnt in his eyes.
Average looks. Average legs. Average waist. Everything about her was average. What right did such a woman have to demand rescue from others? He was no saintly old do-gooder.
"Do not panic, Junior Sister! This Senior Brother will aid you!"
With one hand forming a seal, Li ng sent a talisman flying from his waist pouch. The talisman transford into a streak of golden light that shot toward the Qingxu Outer Disciple and attached itself to her body. Instantly, she was enveloped within a golden light barrier.
The pursuing Vengeful Spirits crashed into the barrier, shrieking as they recoiled and scattered.
"Many thanks for Senior Brother's assistance!" The Qingxu female cultivator brought her sword to a halt in mid-air before Li ng and bowed respectfully.
Li ng chuckled amiably. "We are both of the Righteous Path. How could I stand idly by?"
The Qingxu Outer Disciple lowered her head, her face filled with admiration. "Senior Brother's righteousness is profound!"
But in that mont as she raised her head again, her expression suddenly turned vicious.
"Die!"
With one hand forming a seal, a black spirit sword shot out from between her brows! It transford into a black streak shooting straight for Li ng. Yet in the next instant, that black streak slamd into... her own golden light barrier.
The black spirit sword disintegrated into nothingness. This scene made the Qingxu Outer Disciple's face freeze in stunned disbelief.
"Ah, young people..."
Li ng shook his head with an expression of helpless resignation.
"Go!"
He ford another one-handed seal and pointed at her. A golden light shot out from his waist pouch, streaking unerringly toward her.
The Qingxu Outer Disciple's face paled dramatically. She turned to flee, only to find herself trapped by her own golden light barrier.
"Retract!"
The talisman on her body ignited. The golden barrier dissipated instantly. And in that split second as it vanished, the streak of golden light pierced straight through her skull.
Her eyes rolled back, and she plumted toward the Ghost Mist Forest below along with her flying sword.
After killing her, the golden spirit sword zipped around Li ng erratically. He snapped his fingers.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, the seven-foot-long golden spirit sword instantly dissipated. It was rely an Inferior-grade Spirit Sword Talisman—one Li ng had drawn using talisman paper refined from the lowest quality first-tier demon beast hide. For others, drawing high-quality talismans was an imnse challenge. Li ng operated on an inverted principle: for him, lower-quality talismans were actually harder to draw properly.
A storage pouch appeared in his hand.
"Did she really take for a fool?"
He smiled faintly and stowed this new pouch away with his own.
"Another pauper."
Resuming his flight on his sword into the distance, he mused aloud, "Who knows how many Demonic Cultivators have infiltrated that Joyous Union Sect team..."
A flicker of concern for Yuan Baobao's safety crossed his mind. Although he had given both won so life-preserving talismans, the Demonic Cultivators who had infiltrated their team held identities as fellow disciples. A surprise attack from behind would be nine tis out of ten fatal.
"Life and death are matters of fate. I can only hope your destinies are favorable."
Those who walked the mountain path were inherently heartless. Sixty years on this path had taught Li ng only one truth: If you do not look out for yourself, Heaven and Earth will conspire against you.
Given his cultivation speed, the gap between him and Yuan Baobao or Chen Lan would only widen further. Before long, both won would beco re passersby in his long life. He would offer them assistance in their cultivation, but he would not invest deep emotion into re "cauldrons."
"Senior Brother! Save !"
A sudden cry for help made Li ng's face darken again.
Again?
He followed the sound and looked over... then paused in surprise.
Well now, this Junior Sister's celestial grace wasn't half bad this ti!
Another Qingxu Sect Outer Disciple...
That waist, those legs, that face—all quite excellent indeed. Her curvaceous figure could truly be described as voluptuous both front and back.
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