Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 38: Fighting the Giant Centipede Together, Killing the Beast and Obtaining Medicine

"Act according to the plan!" The burly man shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice as loud as a bell, shaking the air around him slightly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan's eyes instantly sharpened like an eagle. Without hesitation, he reached into his storage bag and pulled out the Star-Shattering Sword. The blade gleamed with a cold light, seemingly capable of cleaving through the very void. He quickly formed hand seals with his hands, muttering something to himself. In an instant, vast spiritual energy surged out like a flood, pouring into the Star-Shattering Sword.

The Star-Shattering Sword hummed incessantly like an ancient beast awakened, then transformed into a streak of cold light, darting towards the giant centipede like lightning. Wherever it passed, the air was sliced ​​by the blade-like sword energy, making a hissing sound.

But Lin Fan still felt his attack wasn't fierce enough. A flicker of determination flashed across his eyes. He reached into his storage bag again, churning rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled out twenty or thirty elementary and intermediate-level talismans. These talismans emanated a faint spiritual light, their runes flickering and dancing. With a wave of his arm, Lin Fan sent the talismans cascading down like a blanket of snowflakes, each brimming with spiritual power that could not be underestimated. He attempted to launch a concentrated attack on the ferocious monster, creating favorable conditions for his teammates' subsequent actions.

In an instant, the talismans Lin Fan flung out erupted like ignited fireworks, radiating brilliant light and transforming into a myriad of magical spells. Enveloped in a whistling wind, they hurled themselves at the monster like a dense hail of arrows. Blazing waves of flame surged, attempting to devour the monster; sharp wind blades whirred, attempting to rip through its scales; blazing lightning crackled, attempting to paralyze its body. The various spells intertwined and collided, churning the surrounding air into a turbulent chaos.

"Crackle!" A multitude of spells rained down upon the monster like a dense hail of bullets. Instantly, light scatters, sparks intertwine and surge with dark green poisonous mist. The massive monster, savagely struck by this wave of ferocious attacks, its scales crackling and crackling like a sledgehammer against a fortified wall.

Its mountain-like body lurched, its once firm steps faltering, the ground trembling and leaving deep cracks in the hard stone slabs. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and the pungent smell of blood, demonstrating the intensity of the battle.

At this critical moment, the triangular-eyed monk reacted extremely quickly, a fierce look flashing in his eyes, and he immediately pulled out an intermediate-level talisman, the "Entanglement Talisman." The runes on the talisman were like a nimble snake, emitting a faint green light.

With a flick of his wrist, the entanglement talisman shot out like an arrow from a bow, "whoosh" towards the monster. The talisman instantly expanded in mid-air, transforming into countless vines as tough as steel. They clung to the monster with bared fangs and claws, wrapping around its body layer by layer in an attempt to restrict its movement.

The pale-faced scholar's expression was stern, a flicker of determination in his eyes. Without hesitation, he pulled from his pocket an intermediate-level talisman, the "Golden Sword Talisman." He held the talisman in his hand and muttered the incantation. Spiritual energy flowed from his fingertips like a thread, merging into the talisman. In an instant, the talisman shone brightly, and the runes on it seemed alive, pulsing and flickering rapidly.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Lianshu swung his arm violently, and the golden sword talisman flew out of his palm like a meteor and flew towards the monster.

The talisman instantly transformed in mid-air, transforming into a ten-foot-long golden flying sword. Its blade shone dazzlingly, like the rising sun. The runes engraved on the blade shone brightly, each one imbued with ancient and powerful power.

The golden flying sword was wrapped in a sharp sword energy and rushed towards the monster. Wherever it passed, the air was cut in two, making a sharp "hissing" sound.

At the same time, a powerful pressure typical of a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator surged from the flying sword, like a materialized wave, thickening the surrounding air. Under this pressure, the surrounding space seemed to distort and warp, and the rocks on the ground rustled.

The giant centipede felt this powerful threat, and its originally dark green eyes instantly turned blood red. It twisted its body angrily, trying to break free from the vines wrapped around it to resist the impending fatal blow.

In the blink of an eye, the Star-Breaking Sword was wrapped in a sharp cold light, and the golden flying sword transformed from the Golden Sword Talisman carried a majestic sword energy, and they rushed to the front of the monster one after another.

The Star-Breaking Sword struck first, its sharp sword energy like a violent storm, sparking sparks across the monster's hard scales. The golden flying sword, shaped from an intermediate-level golden sword talisman, wielded the immense pressure and fierce sword energy unique to the Foundation Establishment stage, slashing towards the centipede monster with unstoppable force. The centipede monster, sensing a fatal threat, desperately twisted its body, attempting to dodge the fierce blow.

However, the golden flying sword was too fast and powerful, and it still hit its body accurately. There was a loud "clang" sound, just like metal hitting metal, and sparks flew everywhere.

The centipede felt a surge of overwhelming force. Even as resilient as it was, its body couldn't withstand the impact, and a massive gash was severed. Although its tenacious vitality prevented it from being severed, its skin and flesh were torn apart. Thick, dark green blood gushed out like a flood, splashing onto the ground and emitting puffs of green smoke.

The injured centipede roared in pain, the sound hurting everyone's eardrums. Its eyes were red and it twisted its body wildly, trying to break free from the restraints and launch a crazy counterattack on everyone.

The burly man wasn't idle either. He quickly found an empty seat and sat down cross-legged. His hands formed seals like a butterfly flitting through flowers, muttering something to himself. Then, he pulled a piece of yellowed talisman paper from his pocket. On it, a vivid image of an ancient mountain peak appeared, as if imbued with the power of boundless mountains and rivers.

Instantly, as the final seal was cast, the burly man flung the talisman paper forward. It instantly erupted in a blinding light. In the blink of an eye, the talisman was fully activated, transforming into a towering mountain peak that, with overwhelming force, crashed down upon the monster. The air was instantly compressed by this immense force, emitting a thumping, booming sound, as if the very air itself was trembling at this clash of powers.

The mountain, with its immense force and lightning-fast speed, reached the monster's head in the blink of an eye. Feeling this overwhelming pressure, the monster raised its head and roared with all its might, attempting to use its own strength to resist this sudden catastrophe. But its struggle seemed so insignificant and powerless before the mountain.

With a resounding boom, the mountain crashed down upon the demonic beast, its immense force crushing it several feet into the ground. The surrounding ground instantly cracked, and cracks spread like a spiderweb, sending rubble and dust swirling through the air. Trapped beneath the mountain, the demonic beast let out a painful wail, its voice filled with despair and resignation. Its body twisted and deformed under the weight of the mountain, its once-hard scales shattering as dark green blood gushed from the cracks, staining the ground. This battle seemed a contest between the power of heaven and earth and the savagery of the demonic beast, and at this moment, the power of heaven and earth prevailed with absolute dominance.

The mountain, with devastating force, crashed down upon the monster, instantly raising a cloud of dust. When the dust settled, everyone saw the monster pinned beneath the peak, its body twisted and deformed, its hard scales shattered to the ground, and dark green blood gushed out, pooling on the ground in a pungent, fishy pool.

Just as everyone thought the battle was about to end, the monster below the peak suddenly let out a death-struggling roar. With its tenacious vitality, it exerted its mighty force, attempting to overturn the mountain above. The mountain trembled slightly at the force, and the surrounding ground cracked again. Several huge rocks rolled down and smashed into the monster's side.

"Oh no, this beast is not dead yet!" The burly man's face changed suddenly when he saw this, and he hurriedly formed seals with his hands, trying to increase the power of the talisman.

The triangular-eyed monk didn't dare slack off. He quickly pulled out a few more intermediate-level talismans, muttering something, and threw them at the monster. The talismans instantly transformed into shining rays of light in the air, wrapping around the monster like ropes, trying to restrain it again.

The pale-faced scholar's forehead was covered with sweat. He knew very well that he must not be careless at this moment. With trembling hands, he took out the last intermediate talisman from his arms.

He had originally intended to keep this talisman as a life-saving trump card, but the situation was critical. To completely eliminate this ferocious monster, he gritted his teeth and poured his spiritual power into it. The talisman instantly burst into a dazzling light, transforming into an extremely sharp golden giant sword. Carrying the momentum of devastation, it slashed towards the monster's head.

Lin Fan's hands formed hand seals like phantoms, he muttered something, and the spiritual power around him was like a surging tsunami, rushing madly towards the Star-Breaking Sword.

In an instant, the Star-Breaking Sword seemed to be an awakened peerless divine weapon, spinning rapidly in the air, dragging out a dazzling and cold light, like a lightning that cuts through the night sky, and shooting straight towards the neck of the monster.

With a dull, yet resolute, sound, like a blade slicing through tough leather, the Star-Shattering Sword, brimming with Lin Fan's full strength and resolve, plunged unimpeded into the monster's neck, its grip piercing the ground. The monster's steel-hard hide, beneath the blade's sharp edge, seemed as fragile as paper. Dark green blood gushed wildly from the blade, like a bursting dam, splashing onto the surrounding ground with a sizzling sound, corroding small pits one after another.

Severely wounded, the monster let out a shrill roar, filled with agony and resentment, shaking the air around it. Its massive body twisted violently, attempting to wrench the Star-Shattering Sword away. Instantly, the ground around the monster was stained red with blood, and the air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood. This life-or-death battle had reached its most crucial moment.

Under the combined attack of everyone, the monster's struggles gradually weakened. Finally, it stared with unwilling eyes and slowly closed them. Its massive body finally collapsed completely to the ground, motionless.

Everyone sighed in relief and collapsed onto the ground, their hearts filled with joy at having survived. This battle had drained all their energy and made them deeply aware of the dangers of this underground palace. However, as their eyes gazed towards the vast expanse of rare medicinal herbs in the corner of the square, a smile of relief crept across their weary faces.

After a short rest, everyone stood up and cautiously walked towards the elixir. Upon reaching it, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their faces lit up with joy. The triangular-eyed monk eagerly crouched down, gently brushing away the dirt around the elixir with his hands, his movements as gentle as if he were protecting a rare treasure. The pale-faced scholar hurriedly handed over the jade box he had prepared, his eyes fixed on it, fearing even the slightest mishap.

They dug up the rare spiritual herbs from the ground one by one, each one a gentle farewell to Mother Earth. These spiritual herbs varied in shape. Some had thick roots, their spiritual fluids flowing like stars. Their rich medicinal fragrance became even more mellow when they were dug out. Others had leaves shimmering with a rainbow of light. A gentle touch released glittering dewdrops, like the tears of an elf.

Everyone gently placed the unearthed spiritual herbs into the jade box, each one neatly arranged. The jade box's subtle coolness blended with the warmth of the spiritual herbs, perfectly preserving their power. After filling the box, the burly man carefully placed it into his storage bag, his face filled with unconcealable joy.

Lin Fan stood up and tossed several jade boxes filled with elixirs toward the Chen family disciples. The boxes arced through the air and landed safely in their hands. "Take these boxes, I won't take any credit for them." Lin Fan spoke with a firm tone, his expression calm, his eyes brimming with sincerity.

"Brother Lin, you are... so righteous!" The burly man's face was full of gratitude, his voice was loud, and his eyes were full of admiration.

The triangular-eyed monk nodded repeatedly, his face unable to conceal his smile: "Brother Lin is very generous. If you need us in the future, just let us know!"

The pale-faced scholar stroked his beard, his words becoming incoherent with excitement. "Brother Lin is so kind! Our Chen family will remember this favor!"

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(End of this chapter)