After binding with a genius, I became an immortal by exploiting loopholes.

Chapter 112 Foundation Building Battle

The two forces collided, creating a muffled explosion that sent the surrounding trees rustling loudly in the shockwave.

Elder Han reacted even faster.

As the light exploded, his figure vanished from his original spot and reappeared a moment later above the mountain wall, striking down with a palm.

A dark golden light emanated from the fingertips, and before the palm force arrived, the palm intent had already enveloped the blurry figure behind the mountain wall.

Elder Han's main spiritual path is purification, exorcism, and the withering and killing of metal.

The withering intent contained in his palm strike was specifically designed to counter methods of concealing one's form.

A blurry figure emerged disheveled from behind the mountain wall, shrouded in a layer of hazy mist, its aura clearly also that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The gray mist surged violently under the suppression of Su Jin's palm force, and a distorted face was vaguely revealed in the mist.

He retreated quickly, then raised his hand and unleashed another spell at Elder Zheng, attempting to force him to find a way out.

Elder Zheng's sleeve glowed with spiritual light once more.

This time, the cyan mist transformed into a thin wall of light in front of him, with countless fine lines appearing on the wall, crisscrossing like leaf veins.

The gray mist spell struck the light barrier but did not explode. The spiritual energy within the gray mist was peeled away and dismantled layer by layer by the cyan patterns on the light barrier, dissipating into harmless airflow.

This is another application of the Spirit Path—weaving a defense with the veins of life to dismantle the opponent's spiritual power and restore it to its most primal spiritual energy.

Elder Han swooped down from the mountainside, his five fingers forming a claw, aiming straight for the gray-mist cultivator's back.

Five dark golden streaks were drawn in the air with his fingertips, and wherever the streaks passed, the gray mist in the air quickly became thin and transparent.

The withering nature of the Sujin Spirit Path naturally counters this type of magic that relies on mist for concealment.

The gray-mist cultivator didn't turn his head; the mist around him suddenly surged.

This time, the fog was tinged with a faint blood color as he forcibly increased its concentration at the cost of his own life essence.

The mist condensed behind him into a thick wall of mist. Elder Han grabbed the wall of mist with one claw. The dark golden power of decay collided violently with the blood-red mist. The wall of mist trembled violently, but it did not shatter.

Using the force of the recoil, the gray-mist cultivator retreated several feet, creating distance between himself and the two.

"Something that hides its head and tail."

Elder Han snorted coldly, and the bronze mirror flew out from his sleeve and hovered above his head.

Dark golden runes appeared on the mirror's surface. Wherever the mirror light swept, the gray mist thinned. The spiritual energy channels hidden deep within were exposed under the mirror light, being peeled away and weakened layer by layer.

This bronze mirror is Elder Han's natal magic weapon, perfectly matching his main cultivation path of Sujin Spiritual Path. The mirror light itself is a kind of "peeling" power.

Elder Zheng then flanked from the other side.

He made a hand seal, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked open, with countless arm-thick cyan vines bursting out of the soil and wrapping around the gray mist cultivator's legs like living creatures.

These vines are formed from the life force of the Qinghua Spiritual Path. Once they entangle a target, they will continuously infiltrate the target's body with life force, interfering with the circulation of their spiritual power.

The gray-mist cultivator moved swiftly, and with each landing, new vines sprouted from the ground, forcing him to constantly shift his position.

The two attacked from the left and right, one after the other, like a tidal wave.

Although the gray mist cultivator was fighting two opponents at once, his movements were extremely slippery.

His Gray Mist Spiritual Path leans towards two directions: erosion and concealment—the mist itself has the property of corroding spiritual energy shields, and it can also constantly differentiate phantoms from the mist to confuse opponents.

He narrowly escaped being surrounded several times, using the mist to create a phantom image to draw fire while his main body fled far away.

He didn't linger in battle, nor did he speak; he simply used magic to buy time.

Meanwhile, the rogue cultivator had already taken advantage of the chaos to plunge into the depths of the dense forest.

The muffled sounds of colliding spells behind him grew fainter and fainter. He panted heavily, pushed aside the branches blocking his way, and trudged into the forest, his steps uneven.

The aftershocks of a battle between Foundation Establishment cultivators were enough to shatter the meridians of a Qi Refining rogue cultivator like him; his only way to survive was to run.

Deep in the dense forest, in a clearing, a man in black stood with his back to him, his hands behind his back.

Upon seeing that person, the cultivator's tense expression, which had been taut for most of the day, suddenly relaxed.

He staggered a few steps, then knelt on one knee: "My lord, I have not failed you. Those seeds..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man in black suddenly moved.

A flash of cold light streaked past, so fast that there wasn't even time to blink.

The cold light contained an extremely condensed spiritual power—wherever the blade passed, the air parted silently, and even the floating dust was neatly cut in half.

The rogue cultivator's pupils suddenly contracted.

Having spent years teetering on the edge of life and death, his survival instinct kicked in and he quickly dodged to the side.

The blade, which should have sealed his throat, deviated slightly, slicing diagonally into his shoulder and neck, causing blood to spurt out.

"ah--!"

The rogue cultivator let out a shrill scream and fell backward to the ground.

He clutched the deep, bone-revealing wound on his shoulder and neck, and fear finally surfaced on his face—from beginning to end, he was just a pawn to be used and discarded.

The piercing scream pierced through the dense forest and reached the ears of the three people who were locked in combat.

Elder Han's expression changed drastically. He forced the gray-mist cultivator back with a palm strike and shouted at Elder Zheng, "Hold him off!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already shot into the depths of the dense forest like an arrow.

Before the person arrived, the mirror's light swept into the dense forest, dispelling the shadows hundreds of feet ahead.

Elder Zheng stayed behind to deal with the gray mist cultivators.

He held nothing back, forming hand seals, and unleashed the full vitality of the Qinghua Spiritual Path.

Suddenly, the surrounding trees grew wildly, their trunks thickened, their branches and leaves became denser, and their roots surged out from the ground. In a matter of breaths, the entire edge of the dense forest transformed into a cage made of living wood.

The space for the gray mist cultivators to maneuver was drastically compressed; no matter how thick the fog was, it could not penetrate the layers of living wood barriers.

The two Foundation Establishment stage spiritual energies collided fiercely once again at the edge of the dense forest.

The gray fog continuously corroded the living wood, while the living wood continued to regenerate, resulting in a tug-of-war between the two sides.

Elder Han followed the direction of the screams and quickly passed through the dense forest, landing on the clearing.

The mirror light had enveloped the entire open space, making any means of concealment impossible to hide under its glow.

The rogue cultivator had been reduced to a corpse.

The body lay sprawled among the rubble, the cut on its neck as smooth as a mirror, still oozing blood.

A man in black was turning to leave.

"stop!"

Elder Han shouted sharply, and the bronze mirror spun around, its dark golden light condensing into a beam that shot directly at the black-clad man's back.

The sense of decay contained in this beam of light was more concentrated than ever before—once it struck, most of the spiritual energy within the opponent's body would be instantly stripped away.

The man in black dodged to the side and then struck the bronze mirror with a black beam of light.

The black spiritual light and the dark gold mirror light collided, and the two spiritual forces fiercely fought within a small space.

The mirror light continuously peeled away the surface of the black aura, while the black aura continuously corroded the core of the mirror light. The surrounding trees were shaken and rattled, and several spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground.