Chapter 37: Lingbao Tribulation Seizure

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Li Weiyi dared not hold back. He draped the Ghost Banner over himself, put on his silver silk gloves, and held the Yellow Dragon Sword.

He no longer cared about revealing his magical artifacts now, as surviving this ordeal was the only way to see tomorrow.

After a moment's thought, he also covered his face.

Li Ling stood up, observed the surroundings, and whispered, "The two on the street and in the backyard will definitely rush in together later. We'll only have a chance to survive if I can catch them off guard and injure them with the very first move."

"If the first move doesn't work, you must find an opportunity to escape yourself! I only ask that after you escape with your life, you truthfully tell my brother everything that happened tonight. Although they are strong, my brother can crush them with one hand."

Li Weiyi suddenly felt a strange sense of their lives being intertwined, and some of his dissatisfaction with her dissipated. He could now calmly consider the credibility of her previous words. Perhaps true friendship and emotional bonds between people can only be quickly forged when sharing life-and-death moments.

After pondering for a while, Li Weiyi still felt that the most likely scenario was that she had come here to use him as a shield.

"What are you two whispering about?" Yan Qingqing's voice drifted in from outside. "Girl, so you came to Buried Immortal Town at night because you were hiding a wild man here."

"As expected of the dog-like mutated race, your nose is truly sharp; you can even smell a man. Auntie, how well do you know men?" Li Ling glanced at Li Weiyi, as if to say, "Didn't I tell you? You can't hide from her nose."

"This girl is not only scheming but also has a venomous tongue, a stark contrast to her sweet and docile appearance," Li Weiyi thought to himself.

Yan Qingqing trembled with rage and declared, "Prepare to attack!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

She first threw three torches into the dilapidated house, illuminating the darkness.

Fortunately, the dilapidated house had been almost completely emptied, leaving only earthen walls and roof tiles. There was nothing flammable, otherwise, if it caught fire, Li Ling's plan to injure the enemy by surprise would become meaningless.

Yan Qingqing and Xing Wanxing burst into the room almost simultaneously, one after the other.

Whoosh!

Seven streaks of light shot out from between Li Ling's eyebrows, winding and twisting, imbued with sharp and fiery power, slicing through the air in the room.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Weiyi burst through the window with a loud crash and escaped.

Whoosh! Whoosh...

The Ground Wolf King's military cultivators waiting outside were already fully prepared. Before he even landed, five or six arrows had already flown towards him.

Li Weiyi rolled his wide Ghost Banner draped over him, gathered all the arrows into his hand, and then shot them back out. Muffled sounds and screams echoed in the darkness, and two people fell.

Before he could rush out of the backyard, two masters who had opened four springs simultaneously moved to intercept him.

One was a tiger-like mutated human, over three meters tall. His hands had transformed into sharp tiger claws, and his thick eyebrows connected with his hair. His palm force was immense, creating a powerful gust of wind that filled the entire backyard.

The other wielded a semi-circular battle-axe the size of a hula hoop.

The axe weighed three hundred catties, and when brought down with force, it blocked Li Weiyi's path.

They were seasoned veterans of countless battles, possessing extraordinary combat awareness and skills. In close quarters, even against a mind-master like Li Ling, they dared to fight together.

Li Weiyi had no escape. He first exchanged a palm strike with the powerful tiger-like mutated human, forcing him to retreat and crash through the backyard wall.

Then he exchanged a hard sword strike with the four-spring master wielding the battle-axe, causing the heavy axe to fly out of his hands. The skin between his thumbs and forefingers split open, gushing with blood.

"Fortunately, they're just two second-spring cultivators."

Li Weiyi secretly felt relieved and kicked away the four-spring master who had lost his battle-axe. The sound of breaking ribs echoed from his chest, and he coughed up large mouthfuls of blood.

Rushing out through the collapsed backyard wall, Li Weiyi swung his sword and sent the four-spring tiger-like mutated human flying with a single strike.

"As expected, the second-spring mutated humans have stronger defenses; I couldn't cut him in half with one sword strike. I was not as strong as him when I was at the second spring level!"

Before this, Li Weiyi had only fought two first-spring mutated humans when saving Zhao Zhizhuo. This time, facing two second-spring cultivators simultaneously, the pressure was immense, and he dared not hold back at all.

He had very little combat experience and could only judge the opponent's cultivation level based on his own condition.

Seven or eight more Ground Wolf King military cultivators charged at him, each one fierce and fearless of death.

Li Weiyi knew his cultivation was low, so he channeled his spiritual power into the Yellow Dragon Sword, attacking with all his might. Instantly, sword light and blood splattered, and screams and wails echoed through the night.

Behind him.

Boom!

The dilapidated house could not withstand the fierce battle of the three strong cultivators and collapsed, raising thick clouds of dust.

Li Ling, Yan Qingqing, and Xing Wanxing leaped out of the ruins. Upon seeing the seven or eight corpses of cultivators slain by Li Weiyi, all were greatly shocked.

It should be noted that they were all at least second-spring cultivators, and some were even four-spring strong cultivators.

Li Weiyi hastily glanced back and saw that all three of them were injured. Among them, the short, stout Xing Wanxing was the most severely wounded, with several horrifying gashes on his body from the streaks of light.

Li Ling was not much better; her face was as pale as white stone, the light streaks from her glabella were noticeably dim, and she was bleeding continuously from a wound in her abdomen, stabbed by Yan Qingqing's soft sword.

Mind-masters were at a great disadvantage in close-quarters combat.

"No wonder you could be the wild man of the Cangli tribe chief's granddaughter," Xing Wanxing sneered. "So you're not just a useless pretty boy after all. Let me test your true strength!"

Xing Wanxing, like a toad, sprang three to four zhang forward and sent a palm strike pressing down on Li Weiyi.

In front of his palm, a wide wall of spiritual energy formed.

Compared to the palm force of the tiger-like mutated human earlier, this was like heaven and earth.

Li Weiyi was pouring Golden Crow blood onto his scripture belt, preparing to flee. He suddenly felt as if heaven and earth were collapsing, and a terrifying, mountain-crushing force surged towards him like a tidal wave.

"Sky-Flipping Palm Seal."

He fully activated the three springs within his body.

Especially the spring in his right palm, guided by this palm technique, instantly surged wildly, reaching its peak activity.

The silver silk gloves glowed intensely.

When he struck with his palm, the palm wind solidified to the extreme, as if a real massive seal was pressing down.

Bang!

Unable to withstand the force, Li Weiyi was forced back, crashing through an earthen wall.

Xing Wanxing felt extremely uncomfortable. He felt Li Weiyi's power penetrate his body, his left arm turning cold and numb. After landing, he stumbled back three steps.

Whoosh!

Li Weiyi burst out from the collapsed earthen wall. Enveloped in the bloody light from his scripture belt, he sped like lightning towards the eastern market of Buried Immortal Town.

The eastern market bordered the Sui River, and also the Dragon's Maw Waterfall.

If absolutely necessary, he could jump down the waterfall, facing certain death to find a path to survival.

"A six-spring cultivator is truly terrifying; a casual flick of their hand is something I can't resist. But why wasn't I injured? Was he too heavily injured, causing his combat power to decline severely? Or did he underestimate me and not use his full strength?"

Li Weiyi thought that Xing Wanxing's palm strike just now was at most comparable to that of a four-spring cultivator. With the silver silk gloves as a magical artifact, he naturally could withstand it.

"So you're that powerful! I told you, the geomantic omens sensed by the Underworld Lantern Guide must be accurate."

Li Ling darted across the rooftops, relentlessly pursuing Li Weiyi.

"Don't follow me anymore," Li Weiyi pleaded. "Let's go our separate ways here."

Li Weiyi was suffering internally. With his three-spring cultivation, he could handle the one- and two-spring Ground Wolf King soldiers. But those chasing him were disciples of Shi Jiuzhai, one a six-spring cultivator and the other a seven-spring cultivator.

If those two truly got serious, they could crush him with a single finger.

"It's a magical artifact; he's so fast."

Xing Wanxing, who was pursuing on the rooftops, stared intently at the bloody light enveloping Li Weiyi. He felt that his own speed was not enough to catch him, so he channeled all his spiritual power and hurled the foot-long short sword he held.

Six-spring spiritual power granted the short sword extreme speed.

"Watch out!"

Li Ling cried out a warning.

It was too late; the short sword had already reached Li Weiyi's back.

The next moment, a scene unfolded that made the jaws of the three people behind them drop.

Li Weiyi, who had been rapidly fleeing, turned like lightning, his hand moving like a phantom, and actually caught the hilt of the flying short sword, taking it into his hand.

As he turned to continue fleeing, he threw the short sword back at Xing Wanxing.

Xing Wanxing, startled, quickly dodged, falling from the rooftop. His trousers on his thigh were torn open by the short sword's blade, leaving a long gash, and he felt a chilling sensation inside.

It wasn't fatal, but it nearly hit a critical spot.

Xing Wanxing had never seen such a masterful weapon-snatching technique before. Cold sweat poured down his forehead. How high was the opponent's cultivation level?

But...

Why was he running?

Li Ling was also astonished by Li Weiyi's move and complained, "You shouldn't have hidden your strength! If we had teamed up earlier, we might have been able to kill all of them."

What Li Weiyi had used was "Spirit Treasure Seize" from the Twelve Scattered Techniques of the Chan Sect.

In his opinion, he only succeeded in snatching the weapon because of the movement speed bonus from his scripture belt. Otherwise, for a mere three-spring mortal to snatch a weapon from a six-spring strong cultivator – that was pure fantasy.

Li Weiyi felt that magical artifacts were indeed too useful. They could allow mortal cultivators to unleash combat power far beyond their own realm. No wonder Zhao Zhizhuo had warned him so cautiously about magical artifacts.

The scripture belt's grade was definitely higher than that of the silver silk gloves.

Yan Qingqing stared at the mysterious man below, clad in a black banner and with his face tightly covered. His cultivation seemed unfathomable, and he was likely even more difficult to deal with than Li Ling.

More crucially, this mysterious man also knew their secret and had to be silenced.

She took out a handful of stone monkey flying needles. Spiritual power gathered at her fingertips. With a flick of her fragrant sleeve, nearly a hundred needle-like hairs silently shot towards Li Weiyi.

Li Weiyi sensed the danger. With no time to dodge, he could only activate the Ghost Banner draped over him, injecting spiritual power into it.

Whoosh!

Dense black nether fog surged from the Ghost Banner.

All the incoming stone monkey flying needles fell to the ground.