nyslfriends Chapter 93 Cautious Action
Chapter 93 Cautious Action
"call……"
Then, Yang Changsheng exhaled a deep breath, and his tense nerves finally relaxed a little.
This sudden robbery and murder was far more dangerous than anything I had ever experienced before.
The leader of the Tribulation Cultivator, with his ninth-level Qi Refining perfection, powerful physique, and astonishingly powerful cyan longsword, left a deep impression on him.
The five companions, all at the eighth level of Qi Refining and exuding a murderous aura, completely abandoned any thought of a direct confrontation.
If it weren't for the exceptional effect of the high-quality Water Shadow Escape Talisman given by Liu Xiaoying, which caught the opponent off guard, coupled with the subsequent two ordinary Water Escape Talismans and the continuous burst of her own Water Escape Technique, she would have been able to overcome the challenge.
At this moment, he is probably like the other rogue cultivators on that flying boat, turned into a wisp of tragic dead soul at the bottom of the Red River, a sunken skeleton.
"It's good to be alive."
Yang Changsheng muttered to himself, "There's nothing better than being alive."
He then quickly scanned his surroundings.
The riverbanks are desolate, with jagged rocks, and in the distance, there are rolling, sparsely vegetated, barren mountain ranges.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual in the air or on the water, he swam silently ashore like a nimble fish.
He glanced at his blue robe, which was of fairly good quality.
At this moment, it serves as a striking symbol, signifying the identity of a Qi Refining cultivator.
"That's not a safe enough approach."
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Changsheng immediately took out a set of very ordinary coarse cloth clothes that had been prepared in advance from his storage bag and changed into them.
He carefully put away his robes and transformed into an ordinary, weathered traveler with a somewhat vicissitudes of life.
"I remember Chiyuki-bu City should be in...
Yang Changsheng recalled the map in his mind, silently identifying the directions. The direction of the core stronghold newly built after the Lu family's strategic relocation and the old land of the Wang family was clearly discernible.
He chose a relatively secluded path that hugged the foot of the mountain.
Having reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, one can already fly using magical artifacts.
Both the Qingfeng sword at his waist and the other magical artifacts in his storage bag could greatly increase his speed.
But Yang Changsheng immediately rejected this tempting idea.
Not only does flying through the air consume a huge amount of magical power, but it also makes him the most conspicuous target in the sky.
Especially in this desolate wilderness, which has just experienced a robbery and is located in the buffer zone between the Lu and Wang families after the change of power.
Who knows if that seemingly calm blue sky above us might be hiding another pair of greedy eyes?
Who can guarantee that there aren't remnants of the Wang family, or as ruthless as the previous bandit gangs, lying in wait nearby?
"Slow down, be steady, safety first."
Yang Changsheng reminded himself.
Having an immortal body, the one thing they have in abundance during their long cultivation journey is time.
The mysterious golden ancient tree in his sea of consciousness granted him the potential for a long lifespan, which was his greatest reliance and the foundation for pursuing the Great Dao.
It is unwise to put yourself in danger in order to save a little travel time.
Lightness Technique!
The pure magical power of the sixth level of the "Mysterious Origin Technique" within his body flowed slowly, and a faint spiritual light lingered around his legs.
In an instant, it felt as if the weight of my body had been reduced by more than half.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body shot forward like an arrow.
Each landing was more than ten feet away, the movements were light and agile yet carried a rustic charm belonging to ordinary martial artists, perfectly blending into the background of this desolate mountain wilderness.
From a distance, it looks like a highly skilled martial artist rushing on his way.
For five whole days, Yang Changsheng, like a true mortal martial artist, traveled by day and hid by night, traversing this desolate, barren mountain wilderness full of unknown risks.
He mostly chose rugged and difficult paths, avoiding routes that might be inhabited or frequented by monks.
When thirsty, they seek mountain springs and streams; when hungry, they nibble on the dried rations and jerky prepared in their packs, just like any other ordinary person.
When tired, find a natural cave or dense grove of trees, and take the time to meditate and regulate your breathing to restore your magical power and physical strength.
These past few days, Yang Changsheng has not been isolated from the world.
His powerful divine sense, far surpassing that of most late-stage Qi Refining cultivators and covering a distance of thirty-five zhang, was like an invisible tentacle, cautiously probing everything around him.
As we traveled along, streaks of light occasionally flashed across the sky.
Those Qi Refining cultivators, wielding various magical artifacts, whether riding swords, boats, or unique magical implements, hurried towards Qianxue Market or even further afield.
Most of these cultivators were at the mid-to-late stage of Qi Refining, and occasionally they could also sense the aura of the ninth level of Qi Refining.
They are the most powerful, but they also attract potential malice.
Over several days, I witnessed fierce battles taking place in mid-air or on distant mountaintops on more than one occasion.
The clanging explosions of magical artifacts, the dazzling flames of exploding spells, and the dying roars and screams of despair could all be clearly perceived by him, even from a great distance.
Each time, Yang Changsheng reacted quickly, instantly concealing all his aura and hiding himself even deeper in the shadows of rocks or under the dense canopy of trees.
They observe coldly from the sidelines, never intervening or getting close.
These cultivators who dared to take action directly in the wild were all fierce and valiant individuals.
They were either seasoned cultivators who had experienced countless battles, unlucky souls who were targeted by greedy people but possessed valuable treasures, or sworn enemies with deep-seated hatred and an irreconcilable feud.
More importantly, most of these lone wolves possess considerable skill and harbor formidable hidden trump cards.
Just yesterday, he witnessed a thrilling counterattack.
A cultivator with a powerful aura, clearly at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, was riding a magnificent crimson flying shuttle, chasing after a cultivator ahead who was piloting a dusty gray flying disc and whose aura was only at the peak of the eighth level of Qi Refining.
Just as the cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining was about to be caught up, his magical power was already exhausted, and the flying disc was about to fall.
A cruel yet confident smile appeared on the face of the cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining. He summoned a black, nail-shaped magic weapon, which, with a sharp whistling sound, aimed straight for his opponent's back.
At the critical moment, the cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining suddenly turned around, his face showing no fear, but rather a hint of madness and determination.
The other party suddenly had a talisman with a violent aura and covered in blood-red patterns in their hand.
"Bloodthirsty Yin Thunder Talisman!"
At that moment, Yang Changsheng's divine sense instantly captured the destructive fluctuations emanating from the talisman, and his heart trembled violently.
These powerful, one-time use talismans are extremely valuable and are crafted with malicious intent. They typically contain the caster's life essence and special malevolent energy, making them far more powerful than spells of the same rank.
Boom!
A blinding flash of blood erupted amidst a deafening roar of thunder.
The violent power of Yin Lightning instantly devoured the black nail magic weapon, and the aftershocks crashed into the unsuspecting Qi Refining Level 9 cultivator like a blood-red river.
His protective aura shattered like paper, and before he could even let out a scream, he and the crimson shuttle were reduced to countless charred fragments in the storm of blood and lightning.
The cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining was also shaken by the aftershocks of the explosion, causing him to spit out blood. His flying disc was completely destroyed, and he fell from mid-air.