Immortality and Cultivation: Starting with Harvesting the Talents of Demonic Beasts

Chapter 81 How insidious!
“Brother, I have been observing this person for a long time. Although he has stopped at many stalls, he mainly buys the essence blood of demon beasts. Heh, he is trying to confuse people. He is cunning, but he can't escape my eyes.”

One of the shorter male cultivators sneered in a low voice.

"Indeed, the price of demon beast blood is not cheap, so this person must be carrying a lot of spirit stones."

The other two nodded, and the tall, muscular man in the middle pondered for a moment before reasoning.

"Brother's reasoning ability... I admire it! Indeed, I just saw him pull out a handful of spirit stones from Old Song's stall without even blinking, nearly twenty of them!"

The short male cultivator directly flattered him, his words filled with eager sincerity, as if getting rich was just around the corner.

A glint of greed flashed in the tall, muscular male cultivator's eyes, and he said in a deep voice:
"Twenty spirit stones? Looks like a fat sheep... However, for this person to dare to spend like this on the black market, he must either be a fool or have something to rely on."

"Don't worry, brother. I just observed him. Although his aura is at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, my minor-level Qi Observation Technique tells me he's only at the fifth level of Qi Refining!"

"Moreover, this person is all alone, without even a follower or companion, so he's probably a rogue cultivator. Besides, we 'Black Wind Three Fiends' have been in this area for so long, why would we be afraid of a lone wolf like him?"

The short male cultivator chuckled and said in a low voice, seemingly unconcerned.

"Second Brother's [Qi Observation Technique] has been our greatest asset in ensuring that we rarely make mistakes in our attacks over the years."

Another gaunt male cultivator spoke up for the first time, adding in a sinister tone, "Moreover, most of the demonic beast blood essence he bought was of mixed quality, obviously not for refining mid-grade talismans or pills. He's probably a half-baked body cultivator trying to temper his body with blood essence. Even if someone like that has some skill, he won't be that strong."

The tall, muscular man nodded slightly, a fierce glint in his eyes: "In that case, keep a close eye on him. Make your move as soon as he leaves the black market. Don't delay! Also, remember, if the fat sheep escapes to the vicinity of the desolate market, abandon him to avoid alerting the law enforcement team."

When the term "enforcement team" was mentioned, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

It clearly left him with a terrible, even nightmarish, impression.

The short man nodded in deep agreement, knowing what should and shouldn't be done was the foundation of their survival to this day.

He then licked his lips and said excitedly, "Brother is brilliant! Hehe, after we kill this kid, we can not only get a lot of spirit stones, but we might also find some other treasures on him."

The tall, strong cultivator also laughed: "Luckily, we didn't have time to give our blood essence to Old Song. Otherwise, if we had gone around in circles and come back, we would have lost a lot of spirit stones, so that Old Song wouldn't have taken a cut for nothing."

The three men exchanged a glance, all revealing sinister smiles. Every time a piece of fat meat passed through their hands, it would be stained with a layer of oil. Now that the fat sheep in front of them were all theirs, the fewer hands it passed through, the better.

"Follow the plan."

With a shout, the three of them quietly dispersed and sped up to catch up with the unsuspecting figure ahead.

As their robes billowed, their auras were faintly revealed, clearly indicating that they were two Qi Refining Level 5 cultivators and one Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator.

……

After leaving the Black Market Valley, Lin Changheng, walking through the mountains and fields, frowned slightly after walking for a short while.

Clearly, he noticed the three tails following him.

At first, it was uncertain, but after changing directions several times, the three cultivators were still following behind.

He had no idea he was being targeted by the Jiexiu!

He was extremely careful, making all these feints without revealing his presence, let alone flaunting his wealth.

Even when paying with spirit stones, one must cover it with the sleeve of their robe.

But they still got their eyes on him, following him, intent on robbing him of his money and taking his life...

A chilling frost crept onto Lin Changheng's usually smiling face, and his slightly narrowed black eyes were filled with a dangerous glint.

Just as he turned the corner and looked back, he immediately unleashed the [Spirit Observation Technique], which he used most often and had reached a high level of mastery. A hazy, strange light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately sensed the cultivation levels of the three people who were following him.

There's no way to hide it from him!

"You're only at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, yet you dare to follow and ambush us?" Lin Changheng sneered, deliberately turning to the back of a hillside, his figure disappearing from the sight of the three who were getting closer.

"Have they discovered something? Are they trying to hide it?"

The tall, muscular man smiled dismissively.

He immediately gave a wink to both sides, and the three of them immediately separated in perfect unison, took out their magical artifacts, and approached at full speed, intending to flank the other side from three sides.

If the prey in front, out of fear, unease, or tension, is careless and only looks behind them while ignoring their sides and rear, they can easily expose themselves and be ambushed and killed by two people who are circling around them.

This kind of teamwork has been used by the Black Wind Three Fiends many times, and it has never failed them, with a success rate of at least 80%, ensuring a fatal blow.

There's no need for a direct confrontation; the prey that's been targeted is beheaded without even realizing it.

It was too unfair; there wasn't even a chance to intervene.

"What about people?"

The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, but the tall and strong male cultivator deliberately controlled his speed, making sure that his brothers on both sides were in position before charging in head-on with his magic weapon.

A quick scan revealed no one.

where it goes?

There were trees growing in front of us, but the leaves were not lush and the trunks were not very thick, so they could not hide people and were visible at a glance.

Just as he was wondering, "How did a perfectly healthy person disappear?", he suddenly heard a hissing sound of grass and leaves brushing against each other behind him.

"How dare you! You made the first move!"

The tall, strong male cultivator had keen spiritual senses. He sneered and immediately moved, simultaneously forming a hand seal with one hand. Instantly, a layer of earth-yellow light shield appeared on his body, protecting him completely.

At the same time, a low-grade [Water Curtain Talisman] floated out of his hand, transforming into a circle of azure blue water curtain, which blessed him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The next instant, a series of rapid impacts rang out like raindrops hitting banana leaves.

The tall, muscular male cultivator, who had just turned around, saw three or four more ice spikes relentlessly striking his water curtain.

The ice spike paused briefly, then tore several large holes in it, shattering it like broken glass in mid-air.

Then, without diminishing its momentum, it struck the inner layer of the yellowish-brown light shield.

"Boom! Boom!..."

After a series of collisions, the yellowish-brown light shield suddenly dimmed and became extremely dim, teetering on the verge of collapse. The ice spikes also exhausted their power and shattered one after another.

As the light shield and ice cones shattered together, ice shards still flew everywhere, slicing across the face of the tall, strong male cultivator with a "whoosh," leaving a trail of blood.

"Mid-grade [Ice Cone Talisman]! You treacherous brat, you're courting death!"

The tall, strong man felt a sharp pain, his face bled, and he nearly capsized in the ditch. He couldn't help but shout angrily.

"call!"

He raised a yellow cloth bag in his hand, which flew to the top of his head and instantly swelled in the wind, with the mouth of the bag expanding into a dark hole with a radius of seven or eight feet.

Facing the direction from which the ice spikes flew, it resembled a gaping maw ready to devour people!

(End of this chapter)