Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 283 The storm is coming
In fact, the number of magic techniques he currently possesses far exceeds that of ordinary foundation-building cultivators.

Most ordinary foundation-building cultivators specialize in one offensive technique. Even if they master quite a few, the rest are only superficial.

But he was different. Because of the mysterious water lotus, he would try his best to cultivate each magic to the minor success level. This way, he would naturally have more ways to deal with the enemy...

Three days later, at the border of Mu Country.

Four black-robed figures were sitting cross-legged on a mountain top with their eyes closed, regulating their breathing. They were none other than the four foundation-building cultivators from the Hall of Eternal Life who had escaped from the Liu family's spiritual vein three days ago.

The four of them didn't make a sound, making the place extremely quiet.

Not far from them, there was a scarlet flower growing. It was only one foot long and was faintly flashing with a blood-red light.

The strange thing was that with each flash of it, four thin and faint red smoke drifted into the nostrils of the four black-robed monks.

After an unknown amount of time, one of the black-robed monks wearing a wild boar mask opened his eyes first, and with greed in his eyes he inhaled all the red smoke in front of him.

"Ho..."

He stood up, and strange noises kept coming out of his mouth. It seemed that the red smoke made him very comfortable.

After a while, the other three woke up one after another.

The Pig-Faced Monk narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm afraid the Silver-Faced old man has already passed away... Skinny Monkey, quickly send a message to the Golden-Faced Monk and have him send another believer from the temple to replace him!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the black-robed monk wearing a monkey mask nodded, and immediately took out a jade talisman and threw it over to transmit the message.

Afterward, a black-robed monk wearing a red chicken mask said indignantly, "Tianhu and the others did this on purpose. We've gone to great lengths to send them to Zhao, but we haven't heard anything back yet! And they've even cost Yinmian his life."

The monkey-faced monk took over the conversation and speculated, "Could it be that they encountered an obstacle?"

"What obstacles can there be? Just those three women from Yuehua Mountain who broke out?" The Red Chicken Monk snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

The monkey-faced monk thought for a moment and nodded, "That's right. The head of Yuehua Mountain is in seclusion, and the Golden Core Master is being closely watched by the Lord. Apart from them, who else in Yuehua Territory can stop Tianhu and his men?"

The two of them kept complaining, but the pig-faced monk, with a cold glint in his eyes, said slowly, "I'm afraid the monks from the Sword Pavilion have arrived..."

"Wenjian Pavilion? Impossible! Wenjian Pavilion is very far away from here. At my speed, it will take at least ten days to get there. Even if they got the news and set off as soon as possible, they should have arrived yesterday. There is no way they can stop Tianhu and the others!" The Red Chicken monk rejected it in a hurry. His sharp voice was just like a red chicken.

"Hmph! How can the foundation of a sect be judged by common sense? Chiji, if you are still so arrogant, you will be the next to die!" The pig-faced monk scolded.

Hearing this, Monk Chiji lowered his gaze, and a hint of coldness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Bronze-faced, you used to be the most talkative. What's wrong with you today? You're silent..." The monkey-faced monk turned to the black-robed man who had not yet stood up and asked coldly.

This person, wearing a bronze mask, looked lost in thought. Suddenly, upon hearing the monkey-faced man's question, he quickly regained his composure and shook his head, "I'm fine..."

"The Feixing Dao Palace is full of hypocritical villains who pretend to be righteous. They said they would help us attack the State of Zhao, so the Lord made up his mind. But now, no one has come..."

"Why are you in such a hurry? Before they come, we just need to break through the Liu family's spiritual vein!"

"Try to contact Tianhu again..."

……

In a quiet room.

Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes, a hint of joy appearing on his face.

After nearly ten days of hard work, the wall with the Xuanguan crane pattern was finally polished.

He started to make hand gestures, his lips moving constantly, and then he swung his sleeves violently!
The next moment, a black light wall with two cranes landing at the end quietly appeared, with a surging spiritual aura. It was obvious at a glance that it was very powerful.

Chen Mu stretched out his hand and pointed, but the evil sword flew out quickly and slashed directly on the light wall. "Bang!"

With a slight sound, the evil sword returned empty-handed. The black light wall flickered slightly for a few times and then returned to its original state.

"Not bad." He nodded slightly, quite satisfied with the power of the Xuanguan Crane Pattern Wall.

"Although it's not as good as the small jade shield yet, in terms of potential, the Mysterious Light Crane Pattern Wall is more important..."

Chen Mu made some calculations secretly and waved his hand to disperse the magic.

He meditated in silence for three days, but every day members of the Liu family came to bring him news.

According to the ancestor of the Liu family, a jade talisman was sent from Yuehua Mountain two days ago, saying that the other four black-robed monks were indeed harboring murderous intentions. When Chen Mu and others went to support them, they attacked the gate of Yuehua Mountain again.

Fortunately, a female cultivator named Xu was already stationed inside at that time, and relying on the defense of the large formation, she prevented them from succeeding.

Otherwise, facing such a situation, the Golden Core Patriarch of Yuehua Mountain would certainly take action. However, once he revealed his aura, he was afraid that the Golden Core cultivators of the Eternal Life Hall would lose their control and kill Chen Mu and the others in a flash...

However, in the end, there was no need for Jindan Zhenren to cast any spells, as the four daring black-robed monks were hunted down and killed by the people from Wenjian Pavilion who came in a hurry.

Their strange escape techniques were like their nemesis when they encountered the sword cultivators, and were completely useless.

"It's a pity that I'm not a swordsman, otherwise the sword escape technique would be able to solve my urgent problem..."

Chen Mu shook his head and sighed, then took out a pill, swallowed it and began to refine it.

Although the Hall of Eternal Life may attack at any time, you still cannot be lazy when it is time to practice.

He had a vague premonition that with his current Yuanshui body, it would take him about fifteen years to break through to the middle stage of foundation building. If he took some elixirs to help, it could even be shortened to ten years!
This is the horror of the Great Five Elements Zhoutian Mystical Art. Because with his previous poor qualifications, he might not be able to advance to the next level even if he were given thirty years of effort.

After all, the example of Uncle Zhang from our sect was right in front of us. When Chen Mu first joined the sect, he was already in the early stages of foundation building, and after more than twenty years, he was still at the same level as before...

……

In the blink of an eye, another seven days passed, and there was still no sign of the Temple of Eternal Life leaving.

The sun was blazing in the sky, and the merciless scorching light shone onto the Liu clan's land, where a formation shield had been erected.

Although the Palace of Eternal Life had not been here for a long time, the place was still dull and uneasy, and quite depressing. Many members of the Liu family looked terrified and did not dare to leave the side of their ancestor at any time.

Little did they know that while they were afraid, Liu Tianbao was also extremely worried...

"In seven days, I don't know how many foundation-building cultivators will come next time." The Liu ancestor had a gloomy expression and looked around at the clansmen who were still here.

He had quietly sent the younger generation out a few days ago. It was obvious that he had prepared for the worst.

A moment later, Chen Mu and his group arrived. Liu Tianbao's expression quickly changed as he stepped forward and said with a smile, "It's really wrong to disturb your fellow Taoists' meditation, but the Eternal Life Hall has been unmoved for a long time. Yuehua Mountain is worried about other nearby spiritual veins..."

"Fellow Daoist from the Sword-Asking Pavilion has already gone to guard the Ghost Leaf Sect a thousand miles away, but the Wu family spiritual vein close to our clan only has Old Ghost Wu, so we need two of you to send them elsewhere..."

In fact, as early as ten days ago, the ancestor of the Wu family sent him a letter crying and complaining that he had sensed traces of strange spiritual consciousness outside the formation and hoped that Shui Yunjian and others could send a few people to help, but he kept delaying.

Although the two families usually have a good relationship and are intermarried, how could he be soft-hearted for others in this dangerous moment?

It was not until the Wu ancestor sent a message to Yuehua Mountain that he had no choice but to obey and tell the story.

"When disaster strikes, everyone flees. Brother Wu, if it were you, I'm afraid you would do the same..."

(End of this chapter)