Immortal Rebel: The Obstacles!

"Phew! That was close, my cultivation level almost dropped to the Qi Condensation stage."

Inside the dilapidated tree hollow, Wang Lin was pale-faced, thinking to himself.

Recalling the series of actions Situ Nan had taken after possessing him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

Especially after Situ Nan killed Chen Zhong, his spiritual energy was completely exhausted, but he was still so arrogant and unruly that he completely scared Teng Li away.

They even managed to trick Teng Li into giving them his inner armor.

However, after being possessed, Situ Nan fell into a deep sleep, and Wang Lin's body experienced pain that was unbearable for ordinary people.

He picked up Teng Li's inner armor and, fearing that Teng Li would return, staggered into the wild jungle.

They didn't even bother to find a good place to heal their wounds, but instead randomly found a dilapidated tree hole.

Wang Lin slapped his storage bag with his right hand, took out a gourd, and drank the spiritual liquid inside in one gulp. He then quickly closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and began to heal his internal injuries.

An hour later, Wang Lin finally stabilized his injuries and narrowly managed to maintain his cultivation at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

If Wang Lin's cultivation level were to regress to the Qi Condensation stage because of this battle, he would have nowhere to turn to cry.

"After an hour of seclusion, the forest is eerily quiet, which is truly strange."

Wang Lin's expression was solemn. Ignoring the fact that his injuries had not yet fully healed, he slowly walked out of the dilapidated tree hole.

Within the wild jungle, Wang Lin's divine sense was like a person in mud, its range of movement shrank to only a few dozen feet.

Wang Lin carefully observed as he slowly walked out of the wild jungle.

Wang Lin had just stepped out of the forest and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he noticed a small black dot on the horizon hurtling towards him.

He narrowed his eyes and looked closely, only to find that it was Teng Li who had returned.

Wang Lin's face darkened, and even with his usually calm demeanor, he couldn't help but utter a curse.

"Damn, it really won't leave you alone!"

After saying that, Wang Lin fled into the wild jungle without looking back.

It wasn't that Wang Lin didn't want to fight head-on, but Teng Li still had a Nascent Soul level magic weapon in his hand, and Situ Nan was already asleep. Without the teleportation spell, he was very likely to be killed on the spot by that giant sword.

"You little bastard, why are you running away! Where did that arrogant spirit go!" Teng Li laughed wildly as soon as he saw Wang Lin flee into the wild jungle.

"Great-grandfather wasn't lying to me after all. He was just putting on an act in the end. Watch how I tear this little bastard to pieces, bit by bit, to avenge my brother Chen!"

Thinking of this, Teng Li revealed a ferocious smile. He made a hand seal with his right hand and pointed at the flying sword under his feet. The speed suddenly increased, and he rushed directly towards Wang Lin.

After about several dozen breaths, a long rainbow streaked through the sky, circled around the forest several times, and then revealed the golden, shimmering vine.

He scanned the area with his divine sense and was surprised to find that Wang Lin had not taken Chen Zhong's storage bag. This action further confirmed his suspicions.

Teng Li swayed and picked up the storage bag. After several days of relentless pursuit, the pills in his storage bag were almost exhausted. With Chen Zhong's storage bag, he could replenish them.

He scanned the storage bag with his divine sense, but was greatly disappointed to find that Chen Zhong's storage bag contained very few pills.

However, something is better than nothing. After transferring all the items from the storage bag to himself, Teng Li looked towards the wild jungle.

"My great-grandfather told me a long time ago that this wild jungle is extremely mysterious, shrouded in mist all year round, and ordinary people should not enter it lightly..."

"However, with my great-grandfather protecting me on this trip, I don't need to worry about my personal safety. I suppose this is one of the tests my great-grandfather has given me!"

After pondering for a moment, Teng Li suddenly dashed into the wild jungle.

In the wild jungle, towering trees covered the ground with withered branches and leaves.

Ancient trees, some over a thousand years old, are everywhere, and rare and exotic plants abound. Surprisingly, however, there are no exotic beasts or birds of prey, which makes the wild jungle even more tranquil.

Just as Teng Li entered the wild jungle, the small green sword suddenly appeared. Teng Li cried out in surprise and retreated rapidly, barely managing to dodge the attack.

During the pursuit a few days ago, Teng Li had already witnessed the power of the green sword; Chen Zhong could only barely defend against it.

Moreover, Wang Lin had already tricked Teng Li out of his inner armor, so he had to tighten his guard and be more vigilant to deal with any threat of death.

"I was prepared for this!" Teng Li sneered.

The small sword missed its target, and the green light immediately weakened. Wang Lin waved his hand, and the green sword instantly turned around and disappeared without a trace.

Wang Lin sighed inwardly. He had chosen to launch a sneak attack the moment Teng Li entered the wild jungle, but he hadn't expected that Teng Li would still evade it.

However, he did not hesitate. He picked up the gourd, took a big gulp of spiritual liquid, and his speed increased dramatically. He then fled again without looking back.

"Just how many gourds does this little bastard have on him?!" Teng Li exclaimed in shock.

During the chase a few days ago, Teng Li also noticed Wang Lin's strange behavior.

Every time Wang Lin took out the gourd and drank the liquid inside, his speed would increase by a few points. At the time, Teng Li did not think much of it, believing that Wang Lin did not have much in stock.

But now Teng Li realized he was wrong, terribly wrong. Wang Lin drank the spiritual liquid in the gourd as if it were water, without the slightest sign of pain in his eyes, clearly indicating that he still had quite a lot left.

Two days later, Teng Li stopped by a small river. The chase over the past two days had left him mentally and physically exhausted.

Even though Teng Li and Wang Lin were both in the early stages of Foundation Establishment, Wang Lin never fought him head-on, always resorting to sneak attacks.

Faced with that elusive green sword and the eerie suppression of divine sense within the wild jungle, Wang Lin's sneak attacks were impossible for Teng Li to defend against. In the end, he was forced to release his flying sword to protect him at all times.

"You little bastard, do you dare fight me head-on?!"

Teng Li cursed, cautiously looked around, hesitated for a moment, then carefully squatted down, scooped up a handful of river water, and took a sip. The pursuit over the past few days had left him parched.

The sweet river water instantly moistened Teng Li's parched throat upon entering his mouth, but just as he relaxed, a sudden change occurred!

The small green sword, which had been hidden at the bottom of the river for a long time, suddenly emerged, moving with lightning speed, and aimed directly at Teng Li's forehead.

"Holy crap." Teng Li's heart suddenly jolted, and he instinctively looked up. The flying sword beside him immediately rushed up and became entangled with the green sword.

After a few breaths of entanglement, the green sword was clearly no match and vanished into thin air.

"Once I catch you, I'll use this little green sword to slice you into a thousand pieces! Then I'll put your soul into the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, so you can suffer the agony of being devoured by countless ghosts!"

Teng Li, with his hair disheveled, roared at the sky like a vengeful ghost.