Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 28: A battleground suddenly appeared in the forbidden forest, and the fisherman took advantage and killed the powerful enemy

Lin Fan hurried out of the cave, looked up at the sky, and based on his rough estimation of the sun's position, he found the direction to the center of the forbidden area and continued on his way.

Along the way, he tried to avoid areas with unusual spiritual energy fluctuations, choosing only secluded and relatively safe paths. From time to time, unknown insects would startle and flee in the grass beneath his feet, making rustling sounds that kept Lin Fan on edge. He carefully parted the bushes in front of him, his movements gentle and slow, fearing to make a loud noise.

Not long after they started walking, a strong wave of fighting came from afar, and the air seemed to tremble slightly due to the impact of this powerful spiritual power.

Lin Fan's heart trembled, and he immediately stopped, his eyes flashing with alertness. He knew full well that exposing his whereabouts in this forbidden area was extremely dangerous. He quickly used the breath-holding technique, concentrating his aura to the utmost, blending silently like a fallen leaf into the surroundings.

Then, Lin Fan crouched low, his steps light, and slowly approached the direction of the fighting wave. With each step, he tapped the ground with his toes, testing for hidden traps or dangers. Once closer, he ducked behind a sturdy tree, poking half his head out and peering through the leaves, warily observing the area ahead.

In the distance, two men were engaged in a fierce battle. One was a middle-aged man from the Giant Sword Sect, at the twelfth level of Qi training. He wore a black, muscular outfit, and exuded a fierce aura. He stared at his opponent with a stern gaze, his hands constantly shifting spells as he directed a flying sword that shone with a cold light.

Runes swirled around the flying sword's blade, and under his control, it swiftly stabbed at the opponent again and again with a sharp whistling sound. The blade sliced ​​through the air, seemingly carving tiny cracks in space. Each attack carried a powerful surge of spiritual energy, as if it could split mountains and split rocks.

The one confronting him was a female disciple from the Yanyue Sect. She was graceful, her long pink dress fluttering in the wind, highlighting her stunning beauty and picturesque features, like a fairy descended to earth. She was also at the twelfth level of Qi training.

But at this moment, that beautiful face held a solemn and resolute expression. Her long, black hair, neatly tied back, swayed gently with her movements. With a gentle wave of her delicate hand, she manipulated an exquisitely shaped magical instrument.

The magic weapon was shaped like a bright moon, emitting a soft and cold glow. Driven by her spiritual power, it spun rapidly, and rays of moonlight-like spiritual power shot out from it, colliding with the black flying sword, emitting a dazzling light and a deafening roar, and shaking the surrounding sand and stones into scattering everywhere.

The female disciple bit her lower lip, a few strands of hair drenched in sweat clinging to her cheeks. But her gaze remained resolute and focused, undeterred by the opponent's fierce attack. Her steps were light and nimble, constantly shifting positions, deftly dodging the flying sword's attacks. At the same time, her hands kept rehearsing, continuously enhancing the defensive and counterattack power of her magical instruments.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man from the Giant Sword Sect, despite his fierce attack, began to bead with sweat, his eyes betraying anxiety. Clearly, the intensity of the fight had exceeded his expectations, and the female disciple's stubborn resistance made it difficult for him to gain a decisive victory. He secretly pondered a strategy, his hands moving with increasing speed, attempting to find a flaw in the female disciple's defense and deliver a fatal blow, ending this stalemate and securing victory.

As the battle dragged on, the air grew thicker and thicker, as if warped by the immense spiritual power of the two. Seeing their attack failing, the middle-aged man from the Giant Sword Sect's eyes flashed with fierceness. He roared, his spiritual energy surging wildly. The once ferocious flying sword suddenly shone brightly, the runes on its blade flashing at a rapid pace, transforming into a streak of black lightning, hurtling towards the female disciple of the Moon-Shattering Sect with even greater speed. Wherever he passed, deep furrows were plowed into the ground, sending earth and rocks flying.

The female disciple of the Yanyue Sect's expression changed slightly upon seeing this, but she was a veteran of countless battles, remaining calm in the face of danger. She quickly bit her tongue and released a mouthful of blood essence, which instantly merged with the Mingyue magical instrument. Nourished by the blood essence, the instrument's light became even more cold and dazzling, and the spiritual energy it released became thicker and denser, like a solid shield of light, resisting the violent attack of the black flying sword.

However, this powerful resistance made the female disciple's face paler and her breathing became disordered. The middle-aged man sensed her weakness and a smug sneer appeared on his lips. Taking advantage of the female disciple's breathing gap, he once again controlled the flying sword to change the trajectory of the attack, stabbing it at the female disciple's throat from a tricky angle, with ghostly speed.

At the critical moment, the female disciple tapped her feet lightly and displayed exquisite body skills. She was like a dancing butterfly, floating back several feet lightly and narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

At the same time, she quickly formed seals with her hands and muttered something. Suddenly, circles of mysterious runes appeared around the Mingyue magic weapon, interweaving to form a complex spiritual power formation, which slowly pressed towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man felt the immense pressure from the formation, his expression grim. Not willing to underestimate it, he quickly recalled his flying sword, holding it before him. With both hands, he continuously channeled spiritual energy into it, attempting to use the sword's power to counter the oncoming spiritual energy. The instant the flying sword made contact with the formation, there was a sharp metallic friction sound, sparks flew, and the powerful spiritual energy surged in all directions, uprooting nearby trees and hurling them far away.

Lin Fan hid to the side, his eyes fixed on the two men's every move, secretly marveling at the exquisiteness of their magic. He carefully observed every detail of the battle, from the flow of spiritual energy to the techniques used to cast spells, from the manipulation of magical instruments to the speed of reaction to crises. He silently memorized it all, trying to learn from it and improve his own strength.

At the same time, he kept an eye on the changes in his surroundings, looking for possible opportunities or potential dangers. He knew that in this dangerous forbidden area, any negligence could lead to his own doom.

After half a cup of tea, the outcome of the battle finally became clear. The middle-aged man from the Giant Sword Sect, relying on his profound skills and extensive combat experience, gradually gained the upper hand. He spotted a flaw, and with a sudden shift in his technique, the flying sword instantly transformed into a streak of black light, hurling itself towards the Moon-Shattering Sect woman's chest with unwavering murderous intent.

Although the woman tried her best to resist, she was unable to save herself from defeat. With a scream, her body slowly fell to the ground, and her blood dyed the ground beneath her red.

The middle-aged man wasn't faring well either. After this fierce battle, his magical powers were nearly exhausted. His face was as pale as paper, his breath was weak, and his body was swaying, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. He forced himself to stand up, looking around cautiously, his eyes filled with fatigue and vigilance.

Lin Fan, lurking in the shadows, witnessed all this. He knew this was the perfect opportunity for a surprise attack. Immortal cultivators struggled with the heavens, the earth, and humanity. How could he let this opportunity slip away?

So, he took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he slowly took out the Star-Breaking Sword from his storage bag. As soon as the Star-Breaking Sword appeared, it trembled slightly, as if it could sense the upcoming battle and couldn't wait to drink blood.

Lin Fan formed a seal with his hands and rapidly poured his spiritual energy into the sword. Instantly, the Star-Breaking Sword shone brightly, and the runes on the sword shimmered like bright stars in the night sky, emitting a biting cold that seemed to freeze the surrounding air.

Lin Fan let out a low shout, and the Star-Shattering Sword whistled out from its hiding place like a ghost, tracing a perfect arc. A flash of cold light pierced the middle-aged man's throat with the force of thunder. Lin Fan's angle, speed, and timing were all perfectly executed. The sword swung out like a dragon, carrying with it the aura of annihilation.

The middle-aged man sensed the approaching danger, his expression changing dramatically. He instinctively tried to control his flying sword to resist, but his mana was nearly depleted, and the sword's reaction was sluggish. Helplessly, he could only duck sideways.

However, Lin Fan's sword was too fast. Although the middle-aged man barely avoided the throat, the shoulder was still cut by the sword energy of the Broken Star Sword. A deep wound immediately bleeds, and his body staggered a few steps due to the severe pain.

Lin Fan succeeded in his attack and didn't stop. Taking advantage of the middle-aged man's unstable footing, he changed the magic formula in his hand, and the Star-Breaking Sword instantly changed direction, like a spirit snake spitting out its tongue, stabbing the middle-aged man's chest again.

With a sizzling sound, the Star-Breaking Sword, with unstoppable momentum, pierced the middle-aged man from the Giant Sword Sect, instantly severing him in two. Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the surrounding ground red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair. He could not have imagined that after he had exhausted all his magic power to kill the female disciple of Yanyue Sect, he would be easily ambushed by Lin Fan.

Lin Fan quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something to himself. Then, two blazing fireballs materialized from thin air in his palms. The fireballs burned fiercely, emitting terrifying heat and powerful spiritual energy fluctuations. With a gentle push, the two fireballs roared towards the two corpses on the ground, instantly engulfing them.

Under the raging flames, the corpse was quickly burned to ashes, which drifted away in the wind. Lin Fan watched all this with indifference. In this cruel world of cultivation, he had long understood the impermanence of life and death. Sometimes, for the sake of survival and resources, he had no choice but to make such choices.

After completing all this, Lin Fan quickly stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the two storage bags and several magical instruments from the ground, one by one, and placed them into his own storage bag. His movements were clean and efficient, without any hesitation. After all, they were in a forbidden area, full of dangers, and new dangers could come at any time. He had no time to examine these newly acquired spoils.

At the same time, Lin Fan quickly picked the spiritual herbs nearby, including mature and young plants. He didn't miss a single one. After all, once these seedlings were taken home, they only needed to be stimulated with the "Taiqing Immortal Fluid" and there would be a constant supply of spiritual herbs.

His movements were extremely skillful, his hands flying like flying, and in the blink of an eye, he had swept away all the spiritual herbs in the surrounding area. At this moment, his heart was filled with joy, as if he had already seen a prosperous spiritual herb garden in the future.

However, he didn't dare stay here for long, fearing that it would attract the attention of other cultivators. Lin Fan carefully put away the spiritual herbs he had picked, and in a flash, he disappeared from the spot.

(End of this chapter)