Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

Huang Long seemed to have already seen through his intentions, and immediately raised his hand to signal to the disciples of the Thousand Bamboo Sect behind him.

The next instant, it was unclear what method the six disciples used. The mechanical beast in front of them opened its massive maw, and six beams of light, each as thick as a bowl, shot out simultaneously. However, these beams of light were multicolored, representing different attributes.

With a flash of light from his Cloud-Stepping Boots, Chu Zifei used his agility to dodge left and right, barely managing to escape through the gaps between the six pillars of light.

Once he regained his footing, he looked down and saw that the ground where he had just stood was a complete mess. Traces of scorching fire, freezing frost, and lightning strikes were interspersed with ravines.

Chu Zifei felt a chill run down his spine and a sense of lingering fear.

If he had hesitated even slightly and been struck by those six beams of light, each with a different attribute, even if he had cultivated a physique far superior to his peers, he would probably still have suffered severe injuries.

Huang Long was surprised to see that he had managed to evade the combined puppet techniques of his disciples, but his expression grew even colder. He had no intention of wasting any more time and was prepared to fight back without holding back.

With a thought, the two beast-shaped puppets beside him opened their mouths simultaneously, unleashing two beams of light, one red and one white, that surrounded and attacked from both sides. At the same time, the giant puppet tiger beneath him leaped up and pounced behind Chu Zifei, blocking his escape route.

The attack was so fast that Chu Zifei had no time to break the deadlock. At the critical moment, he could only forcefully leap into the air, using his physical explosive power to raise his body and barely avoid the head-on impact of the two beams of light.

But the crisis had not subsided; a murderous intent suddenly locked onto him from behind.

Huang Long stood atop the puppet tiger's head, his expression indifferent. He raised his hand, opened the hidden door on the tiger's head, and tossed ten mid-grade fire-attribute spirit stones into the mechanical puppet.

He then slammed his palm down hard on the tiger's head!

"Snap!"

A soft clicking sound came from the mechanism, and the puppet tiger's lower jaw slowly opened. Inside the tiger's mouth, specks of white light rapidly condensed, ready to be unleashed.

The next moment!

A super beam of light, tens of feet in diameter, suddenly burst forth and struck Chu Zifei in an instant.

  

This attack, fueled by ten mid-grade spirit stones, possessed such power that even with the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts protecting him, a direct hit would inevitably cause him severe injury.

But the two were too close, and he had no time to dodge.

Left with no other choice, Chu Zifei could only grit his teeth, circulate his inner energy, and prepare to withstand the attack head-on!

At this critical moment, a thunderous roar that shook the mountains and forests exploded from afar:

"Where did this brat come from! How dare he act so presumptuously in the Taiyue Mountains, even attacking my disciple! Does he really think my sect is helpless, or is he tired of living?!"

Before the roar had even faded, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the distance, followed by a burst of white light. A dazzling silver light tore through the sky, arriving in an instant and landing steadily behind Chu Zifei in the blink of an eye!

The giant puppet tiger's attack beam struck the attacker squarely, bursting forth with a dazzling white light that made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

As the white light dissipated, four flying swords, their bodies wreathed in lightning, floated in the air, guiding the lightning power to weave together a lightning shield, which withstood the attack without a scratch.

The moment Huang Long saw the newcomer's cultivation level, he was instantly terrified and shouted in a shrill voice, "It's a Core Formation Ancestor! Run!"

He was only concerned with his own life and didn't care about the lives of his disciples. He frantically urged the puppet tiger under his body to turn around and try to escape in a panic.

Lei Wanhe's expression was cold and stern as he casually tapped his hand.

Whoosh whoosh!

Six or seven condensed silver lightning bolts shot out, surrounding all the fleeing Thousand Bamboo Sect disciples.

Huanglong was locked in place by the lightning, his eyes filled with despair, and he frantically begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Senior, spare our lives! We are..."

"So noisy!"

Lei Wanhe snorted coldly and raised his hand to grab at the air!

Thunderclouds rolled across the sky, and a bolt of lightning several meters thick crashed down. After a few low rumbles of thunder, all the Thousand Bamboo Sect cultivators who tried to escape were reduced to ashes. Huang Long also perished on the spot.

Having annihilated his enemies in an instant, Lei Wanhe remained calm, as if he had merely done something insignificant. He said dismissively, "Whoever you are, attacking my disciples, acting so arrogantly before me, and still dreaming of escaping?"

After speaking, he turned to Chu Zifei beside him and asked calmly, "What are you doing here? Could it be that this cave dwelling behind you is your residence?"

Chu Zifei was obviously there to join in the fun, but he certainly couldn't tell the truth. He quickly composed himself, organized his thoughts, and calmly replied:

"I was returning from the market when I passed by this place and heard that someone was besieging one of our disciples' caves. After investigating carefully, I found that the place under attack was Junior Brother Han's residence, so I immediately went to help. However, the enemy had many puppets, and my combat strength was limited, so I was almost defeated."

"Junior Brother Han?" Lei Wanhe raised an eyebrow slightly, looking puzzled.

"Reporting to Master, I am indeed Han Li, a direct disciple of Uncle Li," Chu Zifei replied respectfully.

"So he's my junior brother's disciple? In that case, come with me into the cave for a look."

As soon as Lei Wanhe finished speaking, without waiting for Chu Zifei's reply, he strode straight toward Han Li's cave.

Inside the cave, Han Li had already sensed the earth-shattering fighting outside. From the moment the members of the Thousand Bamboo Sect were annihilated by lightning, he had no further hesitation and raised his hand to deactivate the cave's great formation.

Seeing Chu Zifei standing next to the elder Huang Fenggu who had come to his aid, and then remembering that he had just heard Chu Zifei was his disciple, he instantly understood and quickly ran forward to greet him.

When Han Li stopped in front of Lei Wanhe, he respectfully bowed and said, "Junior Nephew Han Li greets Senior Uncle Lei! Thank you for saving me!"

Lei Wanhe narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, sizing up Han Li, who was bowing respectfully. Seeing his obedient manner and humble demeanor, a smile slowly appeared on his broad face, and he had a rather good first impression of this junior.

Chu Zifei stood quietly to the side, listening to Han Li's truncated account. Although he knew the whole truth, he did not expose him, but simply observed from the sidelines.

After Lei Wanhe finished questioning Lin Shixiong in detail and personally examined the traces on his body, he thought about it for a while and then gave up and stopped investigating the matter.

Chu Zifei clearly saw Han Li's body, which had been tense for a long time, relax quietly, indicating that he had managed to get through this crisis.

At this moment, Han Li stepped forward again, his tone even more respectful, and spoke softly:

"I have some matters I would like to ask my senior master for advice. Would you be so kind as to invite me to rest in the cave hall for a while so that I may explain them to you in detail? Also, I have a few ancient spiritual herbs that I would like to ask for your help in authenticating them so that I can use them with peace of mind for alchemy and cultivation."

When Lei Wanhe first heard that Han Li wanted to ask him a question and invited him to rest in the cave, he remained indifferent and unmoved.

Upon hearing the words "aged elixir," a light flashed in his eyes, a man who had always been fond of alchemy. He forced a genuine smile onto his face and nodded in agreement.

Chu Zifei stood aside, a slight thought stirring in his heart.

He knew that today he would finally be able to see for himself the excellent spiritual medicine produced by Han Li's little green bottle!

The three of them then entered the main hall of the cave together. Han Li turned around and went into the storage room to retrieve the medicine.

A moment later, he returned with two exquisite jade boxes in his hands.