Dream of the Red Chamber: Starting from Immortal Martial Arts

Seeing this turn of events, Jia Ping's face throbbed with veins, and he asked in a cold voice, "Who is it?"

"My name is Lin Funing of the Lin family."

A middle-aged scholar, dressed in a purple brocade robe with carp patterns and wearing a square hat, sat upright on a white crane with pure white feathers. He flew out from the forest and bowed to Jia Ping from afar, saying, "Spare this fellow this time."

The Lin family of Jiangnan had members serving as officials in the imperial court since the Song Dynasty, making them a family of officials and gentry. After the vicissitudes of life, they turned to literature and Taoism and settled in Zhenjiang, where they have been passed down for five generations, becoming the first family in Zhenjiang Prefecture.

Upon hearing this, Jia Ping soared into the sky, condensing more than ten enormous blade-like energy energies in front of him. With a furious roar, he charged towards the scholar.

"That bastard from the Lin family dares to teach me how to do things? Does he really think that just because he's reached the mid-stage, he can fight me on stage? Die!"

"How disgraceful!"

Lin Funing sighed, and a green inkstone flew out from his arms, stood above his head, and began to spin, casting down strands of emerald light to intercept the sword energy. He chanted, "To shoot a man, first shoot his horse; to capture a thief, first capture his king."

The dark, literary aura surged like the surface of a turbulent sea. With a flick of his wrist, the valiant general unleashed a barrage of giant nets that swept across the sky, followed by the firing of thick, sharp arrows that streaked across the heavens as they hunted down Jia Ping.

A cold smile appeared on Jia Ping's lips. His body shone with golden light, instantly condensing into a golden divine tiger to protect his body. Strands of golden energy flowed around its fur, and it remained motionless amidst the endless rain of arrows and sea of ​​ropes.

"Supernatural Power - Mountain Lord's Exorcism".

Lin Kui, who was on the side of the mountain forest, was overjoyed to see the clan elder come forward. Although his secrets had been exposed and he would inevitably suffer a beating, it was better than death.

He then channeled his remaining divine power towards Jia Ping, unleashing a torrent of oppressive force.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, another giant tiger appeared in the sky, its body engulfed in flames. It swooped down and, to Lin Kui's horrified expression, blasted him, causing blood to flow from his seven orifices, his eyes to glaze over, and his body to sway like a leaf.

Yes, the Golden Fire Tiger never goes alone!

With a cold expression, Jia Kang appeared beside Jia Ping, opened his large hand and slapped Lin Kui. A huge, fiery red tiger claw appeared in mid-air and slapped hard at the dazed Lin Kui.

"Snap!"

With his protective aura shattered, Lin Kui plummeted downwards, crashing into the forest with a deafening roar, raising clouds of dust.

Jia Ping pressed his advantage, repeatedly wielding his blade. The gleaming golden sword plunged straight into the dust and smoke, aiming to slash at Lin Kui's neck.

Lin Kui gave a bitter laugh, straightened up, coughed up a mouthful of fragments of internal organs, and looked at the incoming blade energy without dodging or avoiding it. His dantian energy spun rapidly, and with his belly growing increasingly swollen, he said fiercely to the surrounding mountains and forests, "I'm going to take a few of them down with me."

"Bang!"

The explosion sounded like the wrath of the heavens, and the extremely strong energy aftershocks spread out, covering an area of ​​five or six miles with terrifying power. Deep pits appeared in the ground, and even the mountain behind it was directly blasted flat. Four or five first-level cultivators from the surrounding bandits and aristocratic families were also annihilated into nothingness.

Seeing this, Lin Funing was filled with rage, his hair standing on end. This was the only second-tier martial artist in the manor, and he had died so needlessly!

Immediately, his eyes flashed with patterns of ink, and he shouted: "A torrential downpour startles tigers and wolves, a raging torrent arises in the blink of an eye."

Rumble!

The powerful literary energy of the mid-stage second tier was unleashed in full force, and turbulent muddy water descended from the sky, carrying an overwhelming momentum as it rushed towards Jia Ping and the other, colliding violently with the protective mountain lord above their heads.

Bang!

In the clash of their martial arts prowess, Jia Kang glared angrily, his intense inner energy surging forth, turning the sky above Zhuyu Bay crimson.

From within the crimson light, a fiery red tiger leaped out, crashing down with an endless sea of ​​fire!

Upon hearing the sound, the Protector Mountain Lord sprang into action, smashing through the mud waterfall as it charged toward the enemy.

Lin Funing's eyes narrowed, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He hurriedly poured the literary energy from his dantian into the Yuanbing Bifeng Inkstone. The emerald green literary energy unfolded in mid-air like a scroll, and a huge whirlwind swept out from within, annihilating the Crimson Tiger and the Golden Tiger.

"boom!"

The place of collision was engulfed in flames, golden light, and a bluish wind. The sky was divided into three polarities: red, gold, and blue. The surrounding mountains and forests were cut apart and burned to dust, and even the water in the river was steamed and wisps of steam rose up!

In an instant, the two tigers, now only their upper bodies remaining, tore through the green wind and charged down with undiminished momentum!

Lin Funing's expression was gloomy and gloomy. Why was the gap so big? But he didn't have time to think about it. He saw Jia Ping in front of him tilt his head back and take a deep breath, his chest bulging. Then he shouted loudly.

"ha!"

A dazzling white light flew out of its mouth, and the extremely sharp golden energy, like a bolt of lightning, split the sky in two and swept through the air.

At the same time, Lin Funing felt as if his literary skills and spiritual consciousness were stuck in a quagmire, unable to move an inch, and sat stiffly on the white crane.

"Supernatural Power - White Tiger's Roar!"

Just as the white light broke through the air, on the northeast side of Zhuyu Bay, Lu Mohua, a scholar from Luzhou Prefecture dressed in a blue scholar's robe and wearing a jade crown, exuded literary talent and recited a poem.

"The lotus leaves stretch to the sky, an endless expanse of green; the lotus blossoms, bathed in sunlight, are a vibrant red."

Below, in the riverbed, green stems shot up into the sky, each topped with a lotus leaf, and in the center, a lotus flower bloomed instantly. They quickly grew to a size of twenty-one zhang, forming a tall and wide lotus wall, emitting a rich fragrance of bright red lotus flowers that enveloped Lin Funing.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Funing forcibly activated his divine sense and, in conjunction with Lü Mohua's supernatural powers, broke free from the restraints. He then quickly commanded a green fan to fly out from his sleeve and, together with Bi Fengyan, joined forces to intercept the Golden Fire Twin Tigers.

The next instant, the sound of collision echoed in all directions, and within a few breaths, all the strange phenomena disappeared.

At the bow of the warship, the second-rank elders of the four clans of Niu, Liu, Hou, and Ma were all furious. Such a blatant and open provocation was truly unbecoming of a son.

Niu Zhenzu shouted, "You damned pigs and dogs! We attacked you, yet you didn't even offer your necks for slaughter! You dare to resist! You are truly rebellious and your crimes deserve to be punished!"

"Men, make your move!"

You bunch of bastards dare to covet our property from the eight prefectures of Xianjing?

You like fighting outnumbered, huh? Then die!

The next moment, Niu, Liu, Hou, and Ma, one mid-stage and three early-stage clan elders from the four prefectures, all made their moves.

All that could be seen were four enormous creatures, each ten or twenty feet long, striking down one after another: a yellow ox with its horns raised, an indigo willow branch swaying, a deep blue monkey tail whipping, and a fiery red horse hoof pounding.

"A bull butting its horns!"

"The Divine Willow Cracks Its Whip!"

"Water Monkey Staff!"

"Mountain-climbing hoof!"

Lu Mohua's expression changed drastically. First, he threw out a command flag that fluttered in the wind, radiating a soft glow. Then, his literary aura surged, and he recited a poem: "The Han dynasty's Shangjun is now the ancient Great Wall of Qin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall black city wall appeared in mid-air, forming a semicircle that surrounded the area behind it.

Lü Mohua continued reciting the poem: "Yellow..."

There was no time to compose a poem to enhance the literary quality; it could only roughly condense the blooming lotus flowers before turning around and flying into the mountains and forests.

Behind them, the bull's head shattered the rosy clouds, willow branches whipped the command flags, monkey tails shattered the city walls, and flaming hooves kicked through the air, striking Lü Mohua in the back, causing him to spit blood and fall into the forest, raising clouds of dust.