Cultivation begins with the Druid panel

Chapter 170 The Blood Spirit Calamity

As Lu Lin ventured deeper inside, the stench of blood in the air became increasingly pronounced. Upon getting even closer, he could hear the faint sound of flowing water—the sound of blood mixed with water. Just hearing it made Lu Lin feel uncomfortable all over.

Just now, at the edge of the cave, the thunder outside the cave had masked Lu Lin's footsteps, but as they got closer, Lu Lin's footsteps became more distinct. The three cultivators in the cave were clearly veterans in the cultivation world. They realized from the sound that the person who came was not one of their own, and immediately turned around, forming a triangle facing the entrance, and became defensive.

Just then, Lu Lin walked in.

The flickering candlelight inside the cave illuminated the bright red blood on the ground. Lu Lin's first glance was drawn to the corpses strewn across the cave floor, before he looked at the three people blocking his way. The three were dressed identically in black, two men and one woman.

One of the men and women looked to be around 25 years old, but the other man looked middle-aged, and his actual age should be around 50.

The person leading the group was also that middle-aged man.

The three were cautious in their actions, and did not attack immediately upon seeing Lu Lin. The middle-aged man stepped forward, his guard up, but his attitude was not hostile: "Since this fellow Daoist has arrived, we will not inquire about your identity. The human blood spirit fruit here is for everyone who sees it; the three of us are willing to share one with you, how about it?"

The middle-aged man was very experienced in dealing with people and was also afraid of causing unnecessary trouble. He could sense that Lu Lin was a cultivator at the seventh level of the Qi Refining stage, and if a fight broke out, it would not benefit anyone. The aftershocks of the battle might even interrupt the growth of the Blood Spirit Plant. It would be better to settle things peacefully beforehand.

Strong strength can indeed lead to rapid advancement in the cultivation world. Lu Lin dares to say that if he were not at the seventh level of Qi Refining, but a cultivator below the seventh level, the three people opposite him would definitely not be so polite.

But unfortunately—thinking of this, Lu Lin unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and the scenery in the cave was instantly transformed, pulling the three people from the black market into a world within a painting.

The waterfall's waters surged and the wind rustled.

The three black market vendors' expressions changed simultaneously, shocked by Lu Lin's astonishing methods.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy. He opened his right hand from under the sleeve of his black robe, and a large knife appeared in his hand. There were three rings on the back of the knife, which jingled.

Judging from its aura, the knife was a top-tier magical artifact, only one step away from transforming into a spiritual weapon. However, even with such a treasure, and even though Lu Lin had already made his move, he still didn't attack directly: "Are you not giving me face?"

These people in the black market are extremely afraid of death.

"Today, this human blood spirit plant and the three of you must all stay." Lu Lin's eyes were sharp, and with a stomp of his foot, he used the Wind-Seeking Cloud-Stepping Step.

His movements were like a ghost, and he disappeared from the three people's sight in the blink of an eye.

Although the middle-aged man was unwilling to fight, he had already prepared to fight to the death the moment he picked up the knife.

These veteran cultivators in the cultivation world are always thorough in every aspect.

The other two Qi Refining Stage 6 cultivators, despite being well-prepared, were still extremely flustered upon witnessing this scene. This was because, in the face of a substantial difference in cultivation levels, sometimes even thorough preparation is futile.

And coincidentally, they were Lu Lin's target.

The vanished figure reappeared behind the only woman present. Lu Lin closed the folding fan in his hand, and a flash of lightning streaked across the fan ribs. Kunlun was like a sharp blade, instantly piercing through the woman's chest.

With a soft "poof," a foul-smelling, crimson blood exploded in the painted world. The woman tried to save herself, but her speed was as slow as a snail compared to Lu Lin's. She could only watch helplessly as Lu Lin pulled Kunlun from her chest and disappeared from her sight.

She tried to stop the bleeding, but the power of the three-inch lightning bolt lingered in her wound. Looking into the bloody hole, she could even see her heart, which had been pierced halfway through, but was still twitching slightly.

A single, decisive blow.

The remaining two tensed up at the sight, and the man immediately took out a talisman from his Qiankun bag and crushed it with his bare hands.

"Click."

The talisman released a five-colored glow, and wherever the glow passed, smoke and mist filled the air, rendering it ineffective not only to the naked eye but also to spiritual power.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man seized the opportunity and took out a dark iron cone from his Qiankun bag. The iron cone was permeated with a unique spatial power, and it turned out to be a spatial magic weapon.

"Kid, you're going to refuse a polite offer and then drink a forfeit? Do you really think we're easy to bully?"

After saying that, the middle-aged man bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the iron cone. The iron cone immediately began to hum and emitted a white light.

Wherever the white light passed, the power of the world within the painting crumbled completely.

The world within Lu Lin's painting was actually pierced directly by this awl.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, but then his smile froze on his face.

Beyond the world depicted in the painting lies yet another world entirely.

The middle-aged man could sense the difference in that other world; it was the power of the spiritual artifact.

They were drawn into the "Qingdai" group by Lu Lin.

This was the first time Lu Lin had used "Qingdai".

Lu Lin chuckled, "Did you really think I dared to come and kill you without any preparation?"

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft.

The voice came from behind the man at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

The man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he tried to turn around to avoid it, but at that moment he suddenly felt a huge pressure on his shoulder, making him unable to move.

Faced with the power of a spiritual artifact, the strength of a sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator was ultimately too weak.

puff!

The blood blossoms exploded amidst the multicolored light released as he crushed the talisman, making them particularly conspicuous.

Kunlun, stained with blood, immediately devoured the man's life force.

At this point, the middle-aged man finally panicked.

He had seen cultivators at the seventh level of the Qi Refining stage before, and he had also fought against cultivators at the seventh level of the Qi Refining stage.

But Lu Lin was the most bizarre seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator he had ever seen.

Since Lu Lin made his move, he hasn't even been able to discover what kind of cultivation path Lu Lin is practicing.

Judging from his movements, he is an assassination practitioner, but judging from his secret techniques, he is a writer.

"run!"

The middle-aged man didn't have time to think about the problem and immediately threw the black cone in his hand away.

This awl is also a top-tier magical artifact. Although it's difficult to break through the seal of a spiritual artifact, it's still possible to tear open a gap for him to escape.

This time, the middle-aged man used the awl itself and stuck it into the ground beneath his feet.

Cracks immediately appeared on the ground, and where the cracks passed, a corner of the cave exit appeared. As long as the middle-aged man went through, he could leave the cave and leave the world within this magical artifact.

Unfortunately, Lu Lin wouldn't give him the chance. As the middle-aged man fled, Lu Lin unfolded his folding fan, and starlight gathered on Kunlun Mountain.

It was clearly a "Star and Moon Arrow".