Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

After bursting out of Wind and Thunder Valley, the flying boat crashed headlong into Fallen Mountain.

Even while sitting in the flying boat, one could occasionally sense the magical energy emanating from the ground, but because the flying boat was traveling too fast, that energy would vanish in a flash.

Those auras belonged to individual cultivators.

The uncle on Bian Dongxu's flying boat also grew up listening to stories of Luopo Mountain, but he lived at the foot of the mountain for a long time and rarely went into Luopo Mountain.

Only today do I truly understand what it means to cultivate oneself throughout the mountains and wilderness.

"Donglin, Dongsheng, have you remembered everything I taught you today?" Although the two nephews had the third level of Qi Refining cultivation, they did not have much experience in combat and had very little experience in life-and-death battles.

The Bian clan is now small in number, and every disciple who cultivates Taoism is very important. It is precisely because of this small number of disciples that the clan is reluctant to let them go out and take risks, which has resulted in their lack of experience in fighting enemies.

Although the opponent is only at the second level of Qi Refining, there is no guarantee that they won't resort to desperate measures and fight back, risking their lives for each other.

The cultivators of Luopo Mountain have always been like this.

They're all mad dogs.

"Fourth Uncle, we understand," Bian Donglin and Bian Dongsheng replied in unison.

Their opponent was only at the second level of Qi Refining. Although Dongxu's requirement was for them to capture the opponent alive without getting injured, the two of them felt no pressure, since their cultivation levels were higher than the opponent's.

Seeing that the two were somewhat perfunctory in their attitude, he didn't take it too seriously.

Bian Dongxu frowned, swung his arm, and slapped the two men across the face, leaving swollen, bruised handprints.

"What your fourth uncle taught you was a life-saving skill, and this is how you treat him?" Bian Dongxu coldly questioned, "He even dared to kill members of the Lü family, so what are you? Did you expect him to just stick your necks out and let you chop them off?"

The two, who were dizzy and disoriented from the beating, recovered for a moment, touched their numb and painful faces, and repeatedly agreed without daring to refute.

The elders wouldn't hit them, but the eldest brother would. He would even slap them with a wide swing of his arm. If they made a serious mistake, he would beat them with all his might, as if he wanted to kill them.

The brothers and sisters of the Dong generation are all afraid of Bian Dongxu.

"Fourth Uncle, you've gone to so much trouble. While you still have time, please give these two wretches another lesson," Bian Dongxu said to his fourth uncle as he piloted the flying boat.

Bian Zeyan chuckled and nodded.

Looking at his two nephews, who were like quails, the one who had been somewhat perfunctory just moments before now had a swollen, bruised handprint on his face and tear stains at the corners of his eyes, looking earnestly seeking advice.

As time passed, the flying boat gradually approached Songlin Pool.

Bian Zeyan, who had walked to the front of the flying boat, held a large seal that hovered in his hand. He stared intently at the bottom of the flying boat. Bian Dongxu pressed the spirit stone into the flying boat's rudder, and a complex-shaped disc appeared in his hand.

After applying ointment, Bian Donglin and Bian Dongsheng, whose handprints were gradually fading, affixed talismans to their bodies, held their magical artifacts in their hands, and prepared themselves.

When the white figure and human figure appeared in Bian Zeyan's sight, the hand seals on his hands instantly surged, spiritual power activated the artifact patterns, unleashing immense force and exploding with wisps of evil-slaying power.

"town!"

It crashed straight down onto the white figure on the bluestone below.

Bian Dongxu followed closely behind, suddenly unleashing his spiritual energy to hurl the array plate in his hand into the air. The array plate, suspended in mid-air, was activated by his magic power, frantically drawing out the spiritual energy from the stored spirit stones, causing the spirit patterns to light up.

Streams of spiritual light, each as thick as a little finger, shot out from the array plate. The light intertwined and wove together, forming a net that cascaded down, encompassing the flying boat.

On the boulder.

Wang Mian and Bai Jiuniang only saw the flying boat shoot towards them at an absurdly fast speed, yet without making a sound. In an instant, it was above their heads. Before they could react, the great seal carrying the power to slay evil crashed down upon them.

When Bai Jiuniang reacted slightly, she used her demonic power to entangle Wang Mian and leaped him onto another blue stone. A loud crash was heard, and the blue stone they had just been standing on was smashed into pieces.

Wang Mian looked up at the sky, where the array plate hung high, its spiritual light intertwining to form a net that fell down inverted, sealing off the world as Bai Jiuniang dodged the large seal artifact.

The airship landed, and several figures jumped off.

Among the group approaching in a fan shape, the young man and middle-aged man with profound auras locked onto Bai Jiuniang, while the other two young men with slightly weaker auras headed straight for Wang Mian.

The group had a clear division of labor and each person had a distinct goal.

Each person carried a magical artifact, a flying boat, and an array. They also had several spirit talismans affixed to their bodies. Clearly, they were not impoverished cultivators from Luopo Mountain. Wang Mian knew from their extravagant style that they came from the foot of the mountain.

There were two cultivators at the third level of Qi Refining, one at the fourth level, and a middle-aged cultivator with profound magical power, whose level was unknown—whether he was at the fifth or sixth level.

Such a lineup, combined with the formation, is incredibly resourceful and has created such a deadly situation. Could it be that the Lu family of the Immortal Clan has come to retaliate?

Whether it's important or not is irrelevant now.

When he killed Lü Xiuzhi, he had already foreseen this day. Now that the other party wanted his life, he would not offer his neck for them to cut. Wang Mian drew his sword and took out two more talismans to protect himself.

They exchanged a glance, and he and Bai Jiuniang looked in unison at the Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator wielding the Judge's Pen magic weapon who was charging towards them. To strike a snake, strike its vital spot; to kill a man, strike his vital point. That man was the vital spot and vital point.

Bai Jiuniang unleashed her demonic energy, condensing it into countless sharp fangs that ripped through the air with a deafening roar, hurtling straight towards the middle-aged cultivator.

The power of the demonic magic caused the middle-aged cultivator's expression to change slightly. He held the large seal horizontally in front of him for protection, his expression revealing a sense of unexpectedness.

opportunity!

Wang Mian unleashed a barrage of offensive talismans—Fire Burst Talisman, Wooden Needle Talisman, Sharp Metal Talisman, Fire Serpent Talisman—at the fourth level of Qi Refining, creating an opportunity for Bai Jiuniang.

Bai Jiuniang and Wang Mian's tacit understanding goes without saying. Following closely behind, Bai Jiuniang chose to engage in close combat with her opponent after the fire explosion talisman exploded.

The combined power of multiple offensive talismans was immense; almost instantly, it shattered most of the protective talismans on the opponent's body, causing the spiritual light to break and the talismans to dim and fall off.

Although she failed to cause any real damage, she still managed to throw her opponent more than two zhang away. With her body swelling up, Bai Jiuniang flashed to her opponent's side, her demonic power filling her throat, and her demonic energy transformed into a sharp sword, stabbing down on his head.

The talisman's spiritual light shattered.

At this very moment, the fluffy dog's paw extended a jade-like claw, wreathed in demonic energy, and viciously slashed at the opponent's neck, diagonally cutting into their chest and heart, solely to disembowel them.

The judge's pen artifact blocked the attack for a moment. A burst of blood mist appeared, and a painful scream rang out. The man crashed into the distant array's spiritual light, causing the array to ripple and undulate before finally landing on the ground, where he remained motionless.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Before the group could react, the cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining had already been sent flying by Bai Jiuniang's powerful slap.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

"You wicked creature, prepare to die!" The cultivator with the highest cultivation level in the arena had just blocked the powerful demonic technique when he saw that his nephew's life was unknown. With a furious roar, he unleashed another magic seal.

He then took out a magical spear, activated his magic to unleash the spear's patterns, making the spear incredibly sharp, and thrust it straight at Bai Jiu Niang's throat.

Bai Jiuniang's speed once again proved advantageous, and she dodged in a flash. Her demonic aura enveloped Wang Mian, placing him beside the two Qi Refining Level 3 cultivators. With perfect understanding, Wang Mian unleashed his long-prepared killing move in an instant, aiming directly at one of them.

This all-out killing move shattered the opponent's two protective talismans.

Another person, wielding a short sword, attacked. Wang Mian changed his sword techniques, abandoning defense and unleashing another killing move, relying on two protective talismans. The sword light emanating from the tip of his sword was brighter than half of its original size, directly piercing the eyes of the Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator.

Three more protective charms were broken.

The opponent's pupils shrank under the impact of this attack; the overwhelming ferocity and sense of death left him frozen for a long time.

At the same time, the protective talisman on Wang Mian's body was also destroyed by the opponent's attack. The magic power touched his body, and the blade light penetrated his flesh as if it were cutting tofu, leaving a deep wound on Wang Mian's back.

In an instant, his clothes were stained with blood.

Ignoring his injuries and with a do-or-die mentality, Wang Mian took out two earth barrier talismans from his storage bag and used them to shield the horrified cultivator who had just received two of his killing moves, along with himself.

Outside the earthen barrier, the cultivator holding the short knife clearly hadn't expected him to do this.

He also noticed that the two men were still somewhat inexperienced in the face of life-or-death combat, and this inexperience was his opportunity.

The earthen barrier, like a cage, enveloped the two, making them feel like they were fighting beasts. Wang Mian, this desperate criminal, was clearly the more ferocious beast.

The two deadly moves nearly broke through the opponent's defense. The sword tip was only separated from the throat by a layer of protective amulet light. That moment of facing the fear of death had already affected his mentality.

Before his opponent could resort to other methods, Wang Mian unleashed another deadly move.

Seeing Wang Mian launch another deadly attack, he hurriedly activated his magic to protect himself before raising his sword to slash at Wang Mian.

The exquisite swordsmanship deflected the magical artifacts, and in the terrified gaze of the opponent, the sword light pierced through the talisman's spiritual light and the protective magic power, precisely penetrating the opponent's throat.

The sword's edge shredded half of his neck, the groaning sound faded, and he collapsed with a thud.

This is how cultivators fight.

Those who stand live, those who lie down die.