Translator: Lynn
The three flying swords engaged with the wild beast; suddenly, the beast opened its mouth and spewed a burst of green fla onto one of the flying swords.
Instantaneously, the green flas crackled and hissed, reducing the flying sword to a heap of ashes and becoming grimy in an instant.
One of the male cultivators was infuriated, and muttered an incantation, channeling his true energy. The flying sword burst into a brilliant light, forcing the filth away and transforming it into drops of murky liquid that fell to the ground.
“This audacious creature dared to touch my flying sword. Shidi and Shii, attack with all your might!” he shouted sharply.
The female cultivator giggled coquettishly. “Look, Shixiong!”
The other male cultivator also chanted an incantation, and after a mont, the two flying swords intersected and severed the head of the beast. The beast was on the verge of death.
However, at this critical mont, the two three-horned beasts lying nearby roared loudly.
They charged forward, opening their mouths to bite the flying swords.
While these two beasts didn’t aid the golden-horned beast before, they were now rciless, directly attacking the three cultivators!
Simultaneously, five wild beasts erged from the beast den, all three-horned beasts.
In the blink of an eye, seven heads, including three black-horned beasts, confronted the three cultivators. The cultivation of these beasts rivaled that of Foundation Establishnt cultivators.
Each had a ferocious beast head, shiny black fur, and sharp spikes covering their bodies. The three horns glowed with a sharp and cold light. When their four hooves stamped, the ground quaked and cracked, and their long tails could crush gold and stones.
Upon sensing the released aura of the wild beasts, the female cultivator’s face turned pale, and her two senior brothers also paled.
Unfortunately, it was too late; they were already ensnared in the siege of wild beasts.
The trio shivered, finally realizing their mistake.
The beasts they encountered earlier had all been below two horns, easily defeated. But upon seeing the three-horned beasts and sensing their overwhelming aura, a strong sense of fear imdiately gripped them.
The female cultivator panicked, saying, “Shi, Shixiong…”
The male cultivator with the highest cultivation level gritted his teeth. “Fight!”
The other male cultivator added bitterly, “Kill!”
Soon, they once again wielded their flying swords, forming a triad sword array.
The three flying swords shone brightly, swiftly shaping the character “pin” in the air, flying up and down.
The flying swords on the left and right wings emitted blue wind, combining with the ice-blue flying sword to unleash formidable power.
In an instant, a streak of frigid frost surged forth, transforming into a thick layer of ice fog, freezing the two-headed beasts. These beasts turned into lifelike ice sculptures, immobile.
The ice mist quickly filled the surroundings, seemingly set on freezing the remaining beasts. However, these beasts spat out thick green flas, more potent than the double-horned beasts encountered earlier, imdiately clashing with the ice mist. The ice mist was devoured layer by layer, transforming into a viscous green liquid that corroded a large expanse of weeds.
Undeterred, the three cultivators urgently released their true energy and urged their flying swords, stimulating more ice mist.
The sword formation was a life-saving technique bestowed by their master, a skill they had honed for many years. Breaking it now would be challenging to recover from.
Regrettably, as potent as the Triad Sword Formation was, the variations they mastered were diocre.
Despite the potency of the ice mist, when faced with nurous wild beasts, its defeat was inevitable. Although there were more changes to the sword formation, the three were not adept at altering formations flexibly, lacking the skills of sword cultivators.
Hence, despite their repeated efforts, the ice mist could only provide a temporary solution.
As the green flas surged toward them, nearly forming a sea of flas, their best efforts could only make the ice mist recede steadily, ultimately shrinking to a radius of only five or six feet, barely covering their bodies.
Even so, the ice mist continued its retreat.
Suddenly, green flas erupted, and the ice mist proved ineffective, allowing the flas to briefly touch the nun’s skirt. A three-foot fla burst forth with a “teng.”
Terrified, the female cultivator hastily retracted the ice-blue flying sword with a jerk of her hand and viciously slashed off the burning skirt. Unfortunately, in her haste, the cuts were imprecise. Her two senior brothers also withdrew their swords and made three consecutive cuts, finally alleviating her distress.
However, due to the nurous cuts, both the skirt and the inner lining were irreparably damaged, exposing a portion of her white jade legs. This incident brought a level of sha and humiliation she had never experienced before.
Who claid that wild beasts lacked intelligence? Clearly, they were clever too.
Though the green flas consud energy, their abundance made them “many and powerful,” unafraid of any depletion. On the contrary, the more potent the Triad Sword Formation, the more true energy it required, unable to sustain a prolonged confrontation.
As anticipated, shortly afterward, the sword formation collapsed. At this point, most of the trio’s true energy was depleted, leaving them without the strength to escape. They were left to face the imminent slaughter.
The three cultivators recognized that the tide had turned against them, and all feelings of superiority and conceit vanished.
Now aware of the hardships and shallowness of their understanding, regret and embarrassnt flooded their thoughts. Yet, they could only await their inevitable demise.
However, with matters reaching this critical point, Xu Ziqing could no longer remain a bystander.
Any further delay would undoubtedly lead to the death of the three individuals. Despite their bold recklessness, they should not be left to perish in the jaws of the beast. Having witnessed their predicant, and being fellow immortal cultivators, he felt compelled to help.
Without hesitation, Xu Ziqing waved his face, which was now covered with a mask crafted from grass stems.
He activated his skills, and a long ivy sprang from his hand, swiftly striking out.
The three-horned beasts, fixated on the three immortal cultivators as prey, were taken by surprise when a green vine suddenly erged. It entwined the three individuals, pulling them backward.
Startled, the trio realized that soone was coming to their rescue. They dared not resist and remained silent.
In a flash of blue light, a figure appeared, and the three were transford into a radiant cloud of light, disappearing without a trace.
The five triangular beasts roared furiously, and a powerful ntal wave emanated from the beast den. However, after a brief search, it was retracted.
For Xu Ziqing, this was a long-awaited opportunity to snatch the three cultivators from the jaws of the beast. Although his wood escape technique was adept, bringing three people along made it more challenging than usual. Additionally, he was concerned about alerting the fourth-order wild beast, so he rescued the individuals swiftly and fled without hesitation.
After traveling continuously, he gradually slowed down, being hundreds of miles away from the beast den.
Here lay a vast grassland, with no large groups of wild beasts within a hundred miles. Occasionally, there were small groups that posed no threat to Xu Ziqing. He stopped, retracted the ivy, and let the three individuals down.
Barely able to stand, the three immortal cultivators saw a senior in green robes before them. Although his face was concealed by a mask, they sensed his well-cultivated deanor. Subconsciously, they dispelled their anxieties.
The oldest man bowed in gratitude. “Sun Xinghong of Tianyang Sect, along with my Shidi Shen Peng and Shii Qin Xiu’er, thank you for your kindness.”
After a mont’s thought, Xu Ziqing changed his voice to a slightly deeper tone and replied, “No need. You all have your own wounds; you should leave as soon as possible, that’s the right way.”
Having narrowly escaped danger, the three cultivators recognized the recklessness of their previous actions and felt a sense of shock. However, they didn’t wish to leave in disarray.
Despite being the youngest among them, Qin Xiu’er held a high status and promptly declared, “Senior’s life-saving grace, this junior and others should repay.”
Frowning slightly, Xu Ziqing wondered if they intended to do sothing more. Although he saved them, he harbored little affection for the three individuals; otherwise, he wouldn’t have concealed his face and altered his voice. Yet, the trio seed to assu a camaraderie, and they were eager to gain so recognition.
Upon hearing Qin Xiu’er’s proposal, Sun Xinghong comprehended its implications. He hesitated for a mont before explaining, “Senior, allow to clarify. When we arrived on the plain, we got separated from my teacher, and it was challenging to establish imdiate contact with him. Therefore, we need to send a letter first and wait for the teacher to retrieve it. Otherwise, exiting the plain will prove difficult.”
Shen Peng added, “I’m genuinely unwilling to succumb to the beasts. I’ve been awaiting the teacher’s arrival these past few days. I also don’t want to waste any more ti. Thus, I’m willing to train alongside my seniors and contribute everything I gain to them. Once the master reaches us, Tianyang Sect will undoubtedly reward my seniors.”
Qin Xiu’er concluded, “I’m curious about my seniors’ thoughts on this.”
A sense of displeasure stirred within Xu Ziqing. He didn’t need to ponder too deeply about the intentions of these individuals; he could discern them. However, his dedication to rigorous cultivation and Rong Jin’s appetite for blood made bringing them along cumberso. Considering this, outright refusal seed more sensible. As he prepared to voice his rejection, his expression suddenly shifted.
Sinister intentions!
Four formidable forces were approaching from not far away!
################################################################
Deep within the Wild Beast Plain, a multitude of wild beasts gathered together. Each one bore four black or red horns on their heads, collectively exerting an imnsely formidable force.
Despite the layers of beasts, their horns pointed inward, creating an encircling formation around an unseen center due to their sheer numbers.
Suddenly, an icy sword intently soared into the sky, prompting a chorus of miserable howls from the wild beasts. In the sharp illumination of the sword light, their heads were violently shaken by a potent force, shattering into countless fragnts that scattered in the wind.
In an instant, dozens of beasts fell, thinning the herd. Vaguely discernible within the beast congregation, a swaying piece of white clothing hinted at a figure that withstood the powerful winds generated by the unleashed force.
Soon after, another colossal golden sword rose, towering over a hundred feet high and emanating astonishing pressure. The boundless, sharp air whirled and whistled, slicing through the space with a “chi chi” sound.
In the relentless wind, several swords pierced the bodies of the reckless beasts, reducing them to thousands of pieces, blood spraying in all directions. Although the herd of beasts roiled, they inexplicably remained confined to their surroundings; any deviation led to imdiate dismbernt.
The golden giant sword swung, sweeping through the air. The four-horned wild beasts expelled dark green energy but succumbed under the sword’s pressure, disintegrating into nothingness. Simultaneously, the beasts themselves were cleaved in half, spilling intestines and inner alchemy, forming a grueso pool on the ground.
Ultimately, every wild beast perished on the spot, with none escaping. The area transford into a grueso battlefield, reminiscent of a god of death’s battlefield, with corpses strewn about and blood-forming rivers.
Amidst this carnage, the figure that had been surrounded by the beasts finally erged—a stern-faced sword cultivator, clad in plain clothes. Despite the fierce battle that claid the lives of hundreds of four-horned beasts, not a single hair on him was out of place, and his body remained immaculate, untouched by a drop of blood.
A frigid killing intent perated the air like rcury, freezing the surroundings, turning the vegetation frosty, and casting an extre chill upon the world.
Raising his head, the sword cultivator spoke in a cold voice, “You rat, co out.”
Please let know if there are typos/mistakes in the chapter.
Support on ko-fi if you like what I do^^
Reviews
All reviews (0)