Story 7 - To Kill Demonic Vines (16?)
I grimly jumped in front of Little Spring, held my sword defensively in one hand while I used the other to pull several talismans from my ring.
Not wasting any ti, I forcefully activated them all at once.
The wind blades stopped in front of . All of my talismans decayed into dust. I barely had ti to shove the kid a hair’s width out of the way before an actual wing bypassed my defensive stance entirely and ramd into my stomach at full force.
I couldn’t breathe.
Thorns pierced my skin. My mind turned white from the shock and pain. I flew backward.
Fuck.
It interrupted my split-mind technique. Fortunately, I had just confird that the other team killed their demonic vine duck.
My vision darkened at the edges as my back slamd into a plastered wall ten yards from where I started. The stones cradled my figure. Debris from the plaster pelted my skin and covered my clothes in dust. Several rocks popped out of place.
One hit on the head as if calling an idiot for not preparing the protective talisman Fairy Verdant Bamboo had reluctantly given as backup protection.
Well, fuck you too, wall.
A sourness spread within my chest, and I uncontrollably coughed up three mouthfuls of blood. It left a red stain on my white robes.
My stance had been perfect!
I had used defensive tools.
I’d even relied on my body cultivation to withstand the attack!
Unfortunately, the wing had hit with too much force. I also hadn’t wanted to use the space because I didn’t want to risk exposure. The last thing we needed was for so random demonic cultivator to sense my sudden disappearance and start to ask questions.
“Sister Lin!” Little Spring jogged backwards to reach . To protect both of us, he sent several slashes at the attacking pink vines and tossed out way more trick pills than necessary. The cloud of gold dust created an impassable barrier for the evil plant.
Poor kid was worried, and it was causing him to be wasteful. I’d have to teach him how to be calm in these types of situations later. Hopefully, before I reached Foundation Establishnt.
Shit. If that wyvern’s attack could injure this badly, I was going to need better body cultivation to get through my tribulation. Also, armor. Maybe a whole new outfit and style. I missed pants.
But that would be for later
We needed to finish this and collect our supplies from the sect!
Since I needed a second longer to recover, I sent Swift Dove a ssage.
::Good work killing the vine entity on your end!::
::Senior Lin?!::
::Find the flag but don’t pull it yet. It should be at the base of the root system. You may need to dig it out.::
::Yes!::
I took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood off my face. It was a test of will to force myself to not waste internal Qi on sanitization.
Little Spring shoved several spirit stones into my hand.
Smart kid. He knew exactly what I needed. I cycled my cultivation, quickly replenishing my spiritual energy by using the stones.
It was ti to end this thing.
To do that, I’d need to cast the Three Fires Phoenix Energy technique.
I ntally prepared myself to be out for several days, and went over the dicines I’d have to prepare to fully recover from a massive backlash.
There weren’t any other options. We only had four minutes left and Clear Eyes still hadn’t killed the demonic wyvern.
If I didn’t know what the backlash would do to my body, I’d be a little excited to use a Foundation Establishnt level spell again.
I jumped out of the wall and used my movent technique to get closer to its weak point. Fortunately, Mad Tongue had stealthily sliced a path to it, making it easier on .
Actually, it kind of looked like he was about to —
The teen darted up to the area I was heading and stabbed into the ground before I could get there.
A burst of light shot out from his sword and burrowed into the base of the wyvern’s root system. Not only did it carve a small ditch into the very fucked up road, but it also sliced the vine entity in two.
The whole thing split in half, almost like an old cartoon. Then it collapsed into several massive piles of kindling.
D-did this guy just kill it off without ?!
Clear Eyes Mad Tongue looked back at us with a huge smile.
“I did it!”
Well, whatever.
Casting a Foundation Establishnt level Technique in Qi Condensation was a recipe for an injured ridian system in old age.
And at this point, we only had a minute left. Shiiiiit!
::Did you find it?:: I asked Swift Dove.
::We found it exactly where you said it was!::
I jumped to where the wyvern collapsed and used two Thousand Cuts to make a hole down into its base. There! Right in the center was the flag for a demonic formation.
Its stick was made from Purple Yin Wood. A leather-like cloth — the origins best not thought about — replaced the normal silk. And, of course, the paint used to mark demonic symbols had been created with the poisoned blood of a hundred people.
Exactly the type of disgusting flag I expected to see.
::Now!::
I kicked it with spiritual energy. It flew up and landed on top of a nearby broken cabbage cart.
All around us, the vine hedges lted back into the ground. The pinkish-gray fog cleared up to show a blue sky.
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