A mortal cultivating immortality can nurture spirit beasts.

"Are you really determined to go in alone?"

Senior Sister Chen looked worried and held onto Lin He's hand tightly, unwilling to let go. On the other side, Dong Xuan'er was also holding onto his clothes.

The time they spent together made Dong Xuan'er and Senior Sister Chen less antagonistic, although they would occasionally grumble a little.

Lin He shook his head and said, "According to what Senior Uncle Li said, there might be Core Formation stage cultivators targeting me this time. That's why my two senior uncles lent me their treasures. I can protect myself on my own, but if I take you with me, then it's hard to say."

Senior Sister Chen and Dong Xuan'er exchanged a glance and both sighed. Their cultivation was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. They could manage to travel with Lin He, but if they were to fight, they would be lucky if they didn't become a burden, let alone help.

"Then you must promise me not to take any risks. If you really can't win, just run away. I don't think your two senior uncles will blame you."

Despite Chen Shijie's persuasion, Dong Xuan'er, who knew some of the inside story, remained noncommittal.

Lin He outwardly agreed, but inwardly he thought to himself, "..."

"If I run away without achieving anything, my two senior uncles probably won't be satisfied, after all, these two ancient treasures are not so easy to borrow."

After greeting the two women, Lin He flew towards the battlefield of Jingu Plain.

Seeing Chen Shijie's worried look, Dong Xuan'er patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Lin Shixiong is smart. I believe he won't suffer any losses."

"Are you trying to comfort me? Thank you, Junior Sister Dong!"

Dong Xuan'er was taken aback by his words, then snorted coldly, "Who's comforting you? I'm just stating the facts."

After saying that, she quickly walked away. Senior Sister Chen watched her retreating figure, shook her head, and chuckled.

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Jingu Plain battlefield

As soon as Lin He led Lan Chou inside, Lin He's divine sense sensed something. It was clear that someone was watching him. Moreover, Lin He even felt a chill run down his spine for a moment, indicating that the person watching him was probably quite powerful.

The other party's cultivation level was much higher than his, so in theory he wouldn't have been able to detect the spying, but this blatant display gave him a feeling of being intimidated.

Fortunately, Lin He was already used to the pressure from a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator. After all, Nangong Wan was a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, so this kind of intimidation did not frighten him or have any negative impact.

"Hmph! Just as Uncle Li said, I've been targeted by that Elder Meng from the Ghost Spirit Sect."

High in the sky, Li Huayuan glared at Meng Fan with extreme displeasure and rebuked him.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, what a display of power! A mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, yet you dare to lower yourself to intimidate a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. I, Li, am truly impressed!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Fan quickly laughed it off, "Fellow Daoist Li is joking. I was just joking with him."

Li Huayuan snorted coldly and stopped talking. Instead, he kept a close eye on him to prevent him from making any other moves.

Seeing this, Meng Fan didn't do much, but he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. If it were an ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, that one move would have been enough to make the opponent fearful and unable to fully exert their strength. But Lin He didn't seem to be affected at all, which made him frown.

Lin He was unaware of what was happening high in the sky; he was simply continuing to weaken the power of the six demonic sects according to his previous plan.

"Start with Foundation Establishment cultivators. Take advantage of the great battle between the two sides to gain as much benefit as possible and become stronger. Then you will be more confident in dealing with Core Formation cultivators."

Lin He thought to himself, and then controlled Lan Chou to fly on the Golden Rain Sword.

After flying for a while, Lin He frowned. In the past, he could always find something when he used his divine sense to investigate, but today he had not found anything after flying so far, as if all the demonic cultivators had disappeared.

"Could it be that they're afraid of me, so they're simply not coming in?"

After flying for a while longer without any results, Lin He was about to change direction and continue flying when he suddenly sensed something. He probed with his divine sense and found that hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect were gathered in the northeast direction.

These cultivators made no attempt to conceal their presence; they gathered together and slowly advanced towards Linhe.

"Heh, afraid of being picked off one by one, so you're planning a group attack?"

Lin He had anticipated this possibility; Li Huayuan had even asked him if he needed help, but Lin He refused.

Firstly, there's a traitor among the seven sects, Spirit Beast Mountain, who might stab him in the back at any time, so he has to be on guard.

Secondly, ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators are of no help to him at all; on the contrary, they would only be a hindrance. He is highly mobile and can fight or run away whenever he wants, allowing for more flexible and varied tactics.

As the hundreds of cultivators drew closer, Lin He made a hand seal, seemingly casting some kind of spell, and then waited quietly, adopting a posture of facing the enemy head-on.

Wang Shan, who was at the head of the group, appeared quite spirited, surrounded by a group of Wang family cultivators.

"This kid's got guts! Relying on a mere early-stage Core Formation clone, he dares to challenge over a hundred of us. He's practically courting death. Form formation! Attack!"

Hundreds of Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators moved in perfect unison, simultaneously forming hand seals. Streams of purple energy flew out from their bodies, eventually forming a giant purple sphere of light!

The purple orb looked dazzling, but it concealed a deadly danger. A whooshing sound came, and the purple orb flew to the top of Lin He's head without him noticing. Then it exploded with a bang, and a thick purple mist quickly spread out, completely enveloping the location where Lin He was!

Seeing this, Wang Shan laughed and said, "Our Ghost Spirit Sect is not only good at exorcising ghosts, but also at making poisons. Kid, now you've seen the power of our Ghost Spirit Sect's poison array, haven't you?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure burst out from the purple mist and fled at top speed.

"He's been poisoned! Stop him! If we can only delay until the poison takes effect, he's doomed!"

Wang Shan quickly gave orders, and immediately more than a dozen Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators with faster flight speeds broke away from the group to pursue them.

The dozen or so people simultaneously unleashed various magical attacks, which were quite powerful and quickly overwhelmed the fleeing figure in front of them.

"Something's not right!" Wang Shan thought to himself that something was amiss when he saw that his opponent had been dealt with so easily.

Sure enough, the figure in front, which was being overwhelmed by various attacks, suddenly turned into specks of starlight and disappeared. It turned out to be a phantom clone!

"Oh no, we've fallen for their trap!"

Just then, an extremely dense blood-red light suddenly shot out from the ground directly below the eighty-odd Foundation Establishment cultivators; it was Lan Chou!

One after another, crimson light orbs were emitted, and any cultivator who came into contact with the light was pierced through the body. Even if they were not hit in vital areas, they were forced to fall to the ground and die.

At the same time, Lan Chou's Golden Rain Sword was like a scythe of death, reaping lives with frenzied speed. Golden rays of light scattered in all directions, like a shower of golden rain. Any cultivator hit by the golden rain was easily killed without any power to resist.

In just a few minutes, half of the team of more than eighty people had died, and the remaining forty or so people no longer cared about coordinating their formation and scattered and fled.

"Want to leave now? Too late!"

Lin He snorted coldly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.