After the Great Dao died

Chapter 83 Capturing the Xi Family Members Alive

Chen Lingxi stood up, straightened his robes, and activated the Concealed Edge Technique to its fullest extent, concealing his aura as if he were a stubborn rock.

After leaving the cave, we climbed up the cliff.

Thick fog rose from the depths of the valley, completely enveloping the entire Cuojin Mountain, making it impossible to see anything more than a few steps away.

Just as in the moment of complete enlightenment.

Chen Lingxi saw Consort Chun again, who was traveling by boat.

Just like what Chejue had seen before, a small boat broke through the clouds in the distance, and a woman with the face of a young girl but the demeanor of a noblewoman stood at the bow of the boat.

Her robes shimmered with rosy light, and her body radiated intense spiritual energy. With a flick of her finger, a long sword flew out and slashed into the sea of ​​clouds, shattering the spiritual light within.

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and headed towards the cliff face.

The place he went to was the very spot where Chejue had faced off against that young man before.

It was a protruding rock formation, shaped like an eagle's beak, extending more than ten feet out of the cliff face, with a hundred-foot abyss below.

Chen Lingxi stood on the rocky outcrop, closed his eyes, and carefully recalled the events.

During the previous awakening, the young man appeared from the mist.

He was standing not far below, behind many old pine trees.

The old pine tree grows on the edge of the cliff, its thick trunk twisted like a dragon, its branches and leaves lush and verdant, appearing and disappearing in the mist.

The young man was standing in a secluded spot, hidden by the branches of an old pine tree, so well that it was almost impossible to spot him without careful observation.

Chen Lingxi suddenly retreated several steps to avoid the ice spear. The direction he retreated was behind the few short pine trees on the east side of the rock face.

He opened his eyes and took out the spirit arrow again.

He channeled a tiny wisp of spiritual energy into the arrow, and the arrow trembled slightly in his palm, like a hunting dog that had been suppressed for a long time, waiting only for its master's command to pounce on its prey.

He looked around, his gaze finally settling on an old pine tree.

The old pine needles are extremely dense, clustered together like countless dark green steel needles piled up layer upon layer.

Hidden among the pine needles are many deep gaps, which are not noticeable unless you look closely.

"This is it!"

Chen Lingxi walked to the old pine tree and quietly hid the spirit arrow in the gaps between the pine needles not far from where he appeared. The pine needles concealed the arrow, making it impossible to detect without using spiritual energy.

The spirit arrow was hidden in an extremely cunning way, with its tip pointing outwards, directly at the rock face, the very spot where the young man had stood when he emerged from the mist.

He hid the spirit arrow carefully, then wrapped it with a very thin and faint barrier of spiritual energy, completely concealing its already weak spiritual energy. Only then did he step back a few steps and examine it from head to toe.

The pine needles were layered like a canopy, completely concealing the dusty feathered arrow. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary withered branch mixed in with the pine needles, without the slightest flaw.

Chen Lingxi's eyes burned with determination: "I've already gained the upper hand, I refuse to believe I can't take down a heavily injured and exhausted sixth-floored man!"

He returned to the cave in the cliff, just as he had done when he was in the sacred chamber.

Inside the cave, the medicinal soup in the bronze stove was still bubbling away, its aroma filling the entire cave.

He then took the Soul-Sinking Pill out of his bosom and placed it in a small jade box, but did not close the lid, letting the strange fragrance of the pill waft out from the opening of the box, mingling with the aroma of medicine.

Then, he sat cross-legged behind the bronze furnace, closed his eyes, concentrated, and began to practice the Six True Methods.

Wait patiently.

The firelight in the bronze furnace cast his shadow on the cave wall, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

He sat there cross-legged, his back straight as a pine tree, his breathing long and steady.

Less than half an hour later, another strange event occurred.

Chen Ling opened her eyes and stood up.

After a few more breaths, he got up and left the cave.

Outside the cave, the fog still billowed.

He frowned and pretended to search.

Just then, the surging fog began to fluctuate again, and the water vapor condensed.

Chen Lingxi's mind stirred slightly, and she withdrew.

Just like before, a thin, fine ice blade silently formed from the mist and slashed toward his throat.

He feigned panic, leaning back sharply to narrowly avoid the icy gleam.

The icy blade swept past, the biting cold air brushing against his neck, leaving a very thin, faint white mark in the air.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Ling's eyes!

In the instant he dodged the ice blade, he did not stand still and wait for the young man's next spell as he had done before.

He meditated in his heart.

The spiritual arrow he left on the pine tree, imbued with a trace of spiritual energy, suddenly reacted!

The pine tree was in that mist, at the very spot where the young man had appeared.

As if awakened, the young man slowly appeared—

In an instant!

At that moment, the spirit arrow moved instantly, transforming into a streak of cold light!

A fierce, cold light flashed, arriving in an instant!

The attack came too suddenly and too precisely, as if the attacker knew his location beforehand and that he was about to take those two steps in the fog.

The young man's pupils contracted slightly. Before he could react, the spirit arrow flew straight at him and pierced his body from behind!

It happened in an instant again!

The arrow drew out a wisp of blood!

It pierced the man's heart!

Almost exactly the same!

Chen Lingxi heard the young man let out a muffled groan.

Chen Lingxi had been waiting for this moment.

Chen Lingxi, who had initially looked puzzled, now pressed forward, his long sword suddenly unsheathed, moving fiercely, with lightning, azure blades, and purple energy arriving one after another.

The pale gold patterns on the blade shone brightest at this moment, with fine, hair-like lightning crackling and winding along the edge. The sharpness of the Azure Edge Technique clung to it, and the Purple True Treasure Qi burst forth from his mouth, the three colors intertwining as he slashed down!

The blade was so fast that it tore through the misty fog like a three-colored lightning bolt.

The mist churned and swirled as the wind whipped around the blades, and finally the young man's figure came into view.

He was clutching his chest, blood gushing from between his fingers. His handsome face was deathly pale, and his lips were moving as if he were activating some kind of magic.

But Chen Lingxi wouldn't give him that chance.

With a single slash, he severed the young man's arm.

The arm was severed at the shoulder, the cut smooth as a mirror, and blood gushed out.

The young man cried out in agony as the hand seal he was forming with his right hand crumbled before he could complete it, and the cold light that had gathered at his fingertips vanished silently.

Young people have a constant supply of energy to their hearts, preventing them from stopping.

But his eyes burned with fury.

He was completely unable to reveal his trump card in order to deal with Chen Lingxi.

Chen Lingxi, however, completely ignored the anger in his eyes, her expression cold, and swung her right fist horizontally—

Hogyoku!

He pushed the power application method of the fifth move, "Severing Jade Stance," to its limit at this moment.

The golden energy and blood burst forth from deep within his bones, converging entirely on his right fist.

As the fist passed, the air was compressed into a visible white ring that spread outwards in layers.

boom!

The punch landed on his head, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices.

Then, without pausing, another blow severed his leg.

With a flash of light, the young man's left leg was severed at the knee.

"what!"

The young man screamed in pain.

The scene was extremely bloody.

Blood gushed from the severed limb, pooling on the rock and staining the surface a dark red, before trickling down through the cracks in the stone.

The young man was powerless to resist.

Chen Ling washed his sword and sheathed it.

The lightning and blue light on the blade slowly faded, leaving only the faint golden patterns still shimmering.

He stood in the pool of blood, his robes splattered with the young man's blood, the fangs and patterns on his demonic face gleaming coldly in the dim light.

"Gaining the initiative and making early preparations—capturing this person alive is easier than I imagined," he thought to himself.

"The Immortal Willow Branch and the Soul-Sinking Pill were never used."

He looked down at the young man, his gaze calm.

The young man lay in a pool of blood, the blood from his severed arm and leg still flowing, staining his moon-white robe a shocking dark red.

His face was ashen, his lips were dry, his eyes were wide open, and his eyeballs slowly rolled in their sockets before finally landing on Chen Lingxi.

In his agonizing pain, he vaguely saw Chen Lingxi's face.

He truly didn't understand why this cultivator on the fourth floor of the Qi Realm seemed to know exactly when he would appear, as if he knew he would take two steps out of the mist—

Those dull, lifeless eyes were filled with disbelief, resentment, and doubt.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

Chen Lingxi stepped forward, raised his right hand, and brought his index and middle fingers together like a sword.

A faint blue light flickered at his fingertips, and a very thin, pale blue blade hissed, tearing the surrounding air into countless fine white streaks.

He used the Concealed Edge Technique to wrap the wisp of green light, and then channeled his spiritual energy into the young man's severed limb, sealing the wound and stopping the gushing blood.

The young man's life was saved for the time being.

Chen Lingxi squatted down, took off the thumb-sized pearl from the young man's waist, and then looted all the young man's pouches, jade pendants, talismans, and even the ice crystal talisman he was holding on his severed arm, putting them all into his Qiankun bag.

He looked down at the young man, his eyes calm and serene.

"You wanted to kill me, and now I've captured you alive," he said. "You deserve what you got."

The young man's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

Chen Lingxi said no more, reached out and grabbed the young man by the back of his collar, his body rising up, his toes lightly touching the cliff face, and he silently flew towards the cave like a night bird.

Once inside the cave, he threw the young man onto the bluestone ground, then put the Soul-Sealing Pill from the jade box into his pocket, closed the lid, and suppressed the alluring fragrance of the pill.

Inside the cave.

Chen Ling used his spiritual energy to probe into the young man's body, activating the Azure Edge Technique.

The Azure Edge Technique invaded the Qi Sea, using its unparalleled sharpness to tear apart the Qi Sea barrier inch by inch, causing the spiritual Qi to scatter and leak out.

The young man's dantian was instantly damaged, and his spiritual energy leaked out.

The once vast and boundless sea of ​​qi is now riddled with cracks. Spiritual liquid gushes out from these cracks, seeps into the meridians, and is then forced out of the body by Chen Lingxi's spiritual guidance, dissipating into the air.

Chen Lingxi then used her spirit to protect the person's heart, barely managing to keep it beating.

The young man looked pale and sickly.

That handsome face now showed no trace of its previous composure and sinister aura.

All that remained was a deep, almost despairing, grayness.

Chen Lingxi finally spoke, asking, "What's your name? What's your background?"

The young man remained silent.

He lay on the bluestone ground, his eyes fixed on the jagged stalactites on the cave ceiling, his pupils unfocused, as if he were a dead man.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Lingxi felt the spiritual energy protecting his heart diminish slightly.

A piercing pain spread from the young man's chest, causing him to shudder violently and cold sweat to pour down his forehead.

The young man's eyes widened in fear as he said, "My name is Xi Mu, and I am a member of the Xi family, a family of the Ten Stars."

His voice was broken and intermittent. With each word he spoke, a fine wisp of blood mist would spurt out from the hole in his chest pierced by the spirit arrow.

The Xi family descendants.

Chen Lingxi felt a slight stirring in her heart.

Que Shixing, Xijia.

This was the Xi family that Lin Su-ri had mentioned to him during the evolution of Chejue.

The head of the Xi family is a True Lord who commands the Ten Stars of Que and wields the cauldron "Transformation Furnace." He is about to refine this grotto-heaven and forge the Great and Mysterious Golden Palaces for Xi Hengsu, a genius of the clan.

And the Xi Mu in front of them was actually a member of the Xi family.

He continued, "If you kill me, once the cave is refined, my Xi family elders will surely hunt down the culprit and avenge me."

When he said this, his tone carried an almost instinctive arrogance. Even though he had fallen to such a state, even though he could not even activate a trace of his spirit, he still habitually invoked the clan behind him.

"It's like a spoiled child who only knows how to call on adults for support when things go wrong."

Chen Lingxi sneered: "Seeking truth and reaching the pinnacle is inherently a game of strategy, and disciples of each sect rely entirely on their own fate."

"What? Is your Xi family so domineering that only you can kill, but others can't kill you?"

Xi Mu remained silent.

Chen Lingxi then asked, "How did you know I was here?"

Xi Mu said, "I was injured and originally wanted to come to Cuojin Mountain to find a secluded place to heal my wounds."

Unexpectedly, my Devouring Technique detected residual spiritual energy here.

I sensed your location by following the residual spiritual energy.

Chen Lingxi frowned slightly.

"So you wanted to kill me because you saw that my cultivation was weak?" Chen Lingxi asked.

Xi Mu remained silent.

That silence is tacit agreement.

Chen Lingxi did not pursue the matter further.

He stood up, his eyes growing colder, and suddenly said, "I ask, you answer."