Immortality Cultivation: Fellow Daoists, please live for two more episodes!

"Junior brother, you run really fast! You ran all the way from the east side to here, and I almost couldn't catch up with you."

The leading black-clad cultivator had fair skin and a perpetually smiling face, which made people feel as if they were basking in a spring breeze.

"Do you know how much that thing you stole is worth?"

"Thirty thousand points, a full thirty thousand! When Steward Song of the Medicine Hall discovered that the item was missing, he almost tore his beard off."

Li Feiyu was trapped in the middle of the encirclement, but his expression was quite cooperative:

"Senior brother, I really didn't take the things..."

"Look, you're here again."

The black-clad monk shook his head, his smile widening, which only made him appear hypocritical.

"Before you went into the scrap room, Steward Song's toad venom extract was neatly placed on the shelf. After you came out, the toad venom extract was gone. You were the only one in the entire Medicine Hall who went into that scrap room. You're telling me you didn't take it?"

"I went in to take out the trash, and... I remember you have a key too."

The black-clad monk: "Heh..."

Pei Changgeng stood to the side, leaning against a tree, his expression equally unpleasant.

To be honest, after listening to the other person ramble on for so long, he had wanted to curse them out a long time ago.

He chased a Class B demon beast to this forest, but instead of catching the beast, he got trapped in their formation.

He didn't want to meddle, but he didn't know what kind of broken formation the other side was, but it completely covered an area of ​​thirty feet in radius, so that people inside couldn't get out.

"Feed".

He shouted at the black-clad monk, "Can you hurry up and get things done? I'm in a rush."

The black-clad cultivator turned and glanced at him, his smile unchanged: "Senior Brother Pei, right? The former third-place winner in the outer sect competition?"

Do you know me?

"Everyone in the outer sect knows you."

The black-robed monk politely cupped his hands in greeting.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Pei, this has nothing to do with you. I'll finish his business and then immediately withdraw the formation and let you go. It won't take long."

"how long?"

"It all depends on whether he cooperates or not."

The black-clad cultivator turned his head and smiled at Li Feiyu again.

Pei Changgeng glanced at Li Feiyu, then at the black-clad cultivator, snorted, and leaned back against the tree.

"You have to return what belongs to Deacon Song, whether you like it or not. The choice is yours: hand it over readily, or let us search it ourselves?"

Li Feiyu didn't say anything, but the expression on his face started to look constipated.

On the surface, it was almost blatantly criticizing the other side: If you're going to pick a fight, then pick a fight; if you're going to frame someone, then frame someone. Can you please stop playing these tricks?

Nausea!

Seeing this, the black-clad monk gave one last laugh:

"Since you really refuse to hand it over, junior brother, then... let's fight."

"Qingyuan!"

The disciple behind him, who had been silent until now, responded and took out a bronze mirror from his storage bag. With the mirror facing the sky, a flash of light appeared.

A curtain of ice-blue light rose directly from the mirror and enveloped Li Feiyu.

The Ice Soul Mirror is a magical artifact that confines spiritual power. When an object is covered by the light barrier, its spiritual power circulation is slowed down by at least 70%.

"Wei Ping!"

Another disciple then made a hand seal, and a ball of dark green spiritual light condensed between his palms. The light transformed into countless hair-like threads that shot out and wrapped around Li Feiyu's limbs.

The Soul-Binding Silk will entangle and kill any living creature it touches, and the more it struggles, the tighter it becomes.

Immediately afterwards, the black-clad monk took out a short knife from his robes and made a hand seal.

A glint of cold light flashed.

The three methods were used together—locking, binding, and killing—and the timing was perfect.

With this continuous operation, ordinary cultivators, without spiritual energy supply and with no way to escape, have no choice but to await their execution.

Li Feiyu seemed to have no other choice, and in despair, he turned his neck and glanced to the side.

That direction is... Pei Changgeng?

The two people's eyes met for a moment, but they didn't exchange a single word.

Pei Changgeng suddenly sprang up, stomping his foot on the ground, causing a dragon to coil around its roots.

Green roots shot out from the ground and rushed straight towards the disciple holding the mirror.

We're all old-timers at Shuiyue, why are you playing the smiling tiger?

If you don't act now, once you've really dealt with that Junior Brother Li, do you think the other side will let this walking 3000-point guy go?

Now that we have natural allies, if we don't help each other, are we just going to wait to be defeated one by one?

Shuiyue isn't that naive.

So even when they were surrounded, their eyes met and they already had a tacit understanding that didn't need to be spoken.

Pei Changgeng appeared to be uninvolved, but he was actually looking for an angle and opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Now that he had received Li Feiyu's signal, he immediately went on the offensive.

The disciple named Qingyuan clearly hadn't expected that Senior Brother Pei, who had been watching from the sidelines, would pull this stunt.

They were already weaker than their opponents, and then they were ambushed and lost the initiative.

Although he managed to take out a talisman from his pocket and barely neutralize the ambush of the vines, the disciple didn't even have time to react to Pei Changgeng's powerful, charged punch.

Pei Changgeng flashed past him, not only stomping on the array plate beneath his feet and smashing it, but also delivering three powerful punches, producing the familiar sound of a watermelon breaking.

Qingyuan, gone!

"you?!!"

The black-clad cultivator was clearly caught off guard by this turn of events. His expression changed drastically, and he no longer cared about killing Li Feiyu. The short sword he wielded was forced to veer off course and fly back to his side to protect him.

At the same time, he shouted to the people around him:

"Quickly, talismans, magic weapons, block him! And Miaoyin, where's your White Bone Flute? Use it to create an isolation array!"

His experience is undeniably profound.

When facing a body cultivator, the most important thing is to keep your distance, use formations to bind and restrict their movements, or use magic treasures to block their advance.

Otherwise, if the enemy suddenly gets close to you, even several of you wouldn't be enough for them to kill.

Upon hearing the command, the ponytail-wearing girl behind the black-robed monk reacted swiftly.

The white bone flute at his waist flew out on its own, hovering in mid-air and spinning, with wisps of grayish-white smoke escaping from its holes.

As the smoke billowed out, a long, sharp whistle emanated from the flute, so piercing that even through the screen, Zhou Youyuan felt a slight pain in his ears.

The grayish-white smoke, accompanied by the sound of flutes, gradually condensed in mid-air into one, two, three...

Seven figures.

Many wronged ghosts dwell in the netherworld, but they are all sworn brothers from the same sect.

The White Bone and Vengeful Soul Flute is a renowned treasure of the outer sect of Shuiyue.

It requires to torture a living cultivator to death and extract their remnant soul and bones to successfully refine it. After success, it can also condense several vengeful spirits to help the master fight enemies.

Pei Changgeng was very familiar with this magical artifact, not because it was particularly powerful, but because...

The vengeful spirits are not afraid of any physical attacks; they are notorious as the nemesis of physical cultivators.

In the last outer sect competition, Pei Changgeng was third, not second or first, because the cultivator who ranked second also had one of these.

As the girl with the ponytail played her flute, the seven wronged souls began to move.

A chilling wind howled as seven illusory, gray-white figures formed a circle, completely blocking the path of Pei Changgeng and the group of black-clad cultivators.

Seeing this, the black-clad cultivator's hypocritical smile finally reappeared:

"Senior Brother Pei, the situation has changed again. I understand your concerns. How about this? I swear by my inner demons."

"As long as you don't interfere in this matter, I will immediately open the great formation and let you out. I will never go back on my word!"