41: Chapter 41 Trap (Part 2)

However, just when he was feeling dismissive and somewhat lax, he discovered a brilliant light radiating out, and countless Talismans came flooding in like an overwhelming downpour.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Ah!"

The Thin Tall Cultivator was greatly shocked and hurriedly summoned his Magical Artifact to block them.

However, under the surprise attack, it was of no use; his protective shield shattered quickly, and his body suffered multiple injuries, with blood flowing ceaselessly.

"You brat, how dare you ambush me?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, his expression suddenly became dull, his eyes widened, and his face was filled with disbelief.

It turned out that hidden behind the pile of Talismans was a tiny Flying Cloud Needle, which had struck his Sea of Consciousness with extreme precision.

Chen Fan did not dare to waste too much time; he could only rely on sneak attacks to resolve the fight.

The strategy for this round of the fight was very simple: let the opponent lower their guard, and then launch a surprise attack.

The fat Cultivator not far away was greatly shocked upon seeing this, but upon seeing nearly fifty or sixty Talismans, he felt extremely wary and retreated repeatedly.

"You cannot escape."

Chen Fan waved his long sleeve and summoned the Medium Grade Flying Sword he had prepared beforehand.

After a "bang" sound, the protective shield in front of the opponent instantly shattered, and the immense impact force caused him to retreat repeatedly.

Following that was an overwhelming barrage of Talismans.

"Boom~"

A series of explosion sounds rang out; the fat Cultivator spat out blood, his face full of disbelief, and he slowly collapsed.

"Dead?"

Chen Fan was not at ease and immediately cast a Fireball Talisman to destroy the bodies and remove any traces.

Then, he stretched out his hand, gathered the two people's Storage Pouches and Magical Artifacts, dared not linger, and continued heading deep into the dense forest.

Meanwhile, the Qin Family Cultivators had been completely wiped out; the leading Captain of the Guards had been cut in two by the elderly Demonic Cultivator.

The deaths of the few lower-Realm guards were even more gruesome; their life essence had been entirely devoured by ghosts, leaving them as mere husks.

"Well done, you may go back now." The elderly Demonic Cultivator nodded slowly towards Sun Xuan and tossed two Storage Pouches over.

"Many thanks, Senior. This is what I, the Junior, should do. Only, I wonder about that Alchemist..."

Sun Xuan looked towards the depths of the forest with some worry; he did not want the other party to escape, for if that happened, he would be exposed.

"Rest assured, that brat cannot escape. When we meet next time, that person's head will be yours."

Hearing this, Sun Xuan felt slightly relieved, bowed, and headed in the direction of the Qin Family.

"It has been so long, why is there still no result?" The old man frowned slightly, leading two Demonic Cultivators towards the depths of the dense forest.

Not long after, they discovered traces of fighting; it seemed a great battle had taken place here.

Rocks were shattered, the ground was scorching hot, and white smoke emerged from time to time.

Although the bodies had long been disposed of, the old man could tell at a glance that his two subordinates had met their end.

"Interesting, and yet they are only at Qi Refining Level 9."

The elderly Demonic Cultivator's mouth twitched slightly. After a brief probe with his powerful spiritual sense, he headed deeper into the forest with a hint of a smile.

Not long after, he discovered movement in a secluded spot.

He saw Chen Fan with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, continuously consuming Medicinal Pills and struggling to refine them.

"So he is injured." The elderly Demonic Cultivator smiled faintly and did not immediately strike to kill.

He looked around to confirm there were no traps, then slowly said, "Fellow Daoist, I heard you are an Alchemist. I am currently lacking a Cultivator like you; are you interested in joining us?"

"Join? I have no interest in Demonic Cultivators; you had better give up on that idea!" Chen Fan stood up and slowly put away the Medicinal Pill in his hand.

"Big Brother, this person is unruly; why don't we force him?" The two Demonic Cultivators behind him were somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, slapped their Storage Pouches, and summoned their Magical Artifacts to prepare for an attack.

"Very well, teach him a lesson. If he does not comply, then kill him!" The elderly Demonic Cultivator nodded slightly.

"Understood, Big Brother."

The two Demonic Cultivators revealed fierce expressions and lunged forward.

However, just as they were about to get close, a scorching light radiated from all around.

After a "rumble" sound, a Restriction formed rapidly.

It turned out Chen Fan had feigned injury, waiting for the Demonic Cultivators to walk into the trap; clearly, everything was according to his plan, though he felt a slight regret that the old man had not entered.

"A Formation? A mere parlor trick."

The elderly Demonic Cultivator did not feel surprised; in his view, a Qi Refining Level 9 Cultivator could not possibly possess a powerful Formation.

Over the years, he had engaged in countless fights, and he was no longer surprised by such tricks.

However, after the Restriction was fully formed, he frowned slightly.

He discovered that the grand Formation before him seemed somewhat different; the original white light was gradually changing color, emitting a faint red hue.

"To think it is a Low-Level High Grade Formation. Brat, quickly remove this Restriction."

The elderly Demonic Cultivator's expression changed slightly; if he did not stop it in time, two more subordinates would perish. At the same time, a greedy look appeared in his eyes.

One must know that this kind of Formation is worth quite a lot of Spirit Stones.

"Senior, the grand Formation has already been activated and cannot be stopped." Chen Fan smiled faintly and summoned a pile of Talismans.

"Is that so? It seems I really must extract your soul and refine your spirit."

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

Chen Fan pointed his finger slightly, and a large number of Talismans attacked like raindrops.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The dense forest erupted into explosions once again, filled with Sword Talismans, Fireball Talismans, and Lightning Talismans, and the ground shook with a tremor.

However, when the smoke cleared, it was discovered that the elderly Demonic Cultivator was unharmed.

It turned out that the opponent had long since summoned a small black pagoda, which emitted a light shield, enveloping him within it.

Although the elderly Demonic Cultivator was somewhat disdainful, seeing the high-quality grand Formation, he immediately became cautious.

"Brat, it seems you have quite a few secrets. In a moment, I will certainly interrogate you thoroughly."

"Is that so? Then I, Chen Fan, will accompany you to the end."

Chen Fan did not dare to hold back at all and immediately summoned his Medium Grade Magical Artifact.

With a "swish" sound, the Flying Sword struck the protective shield with force, emitting a loud, muffled sound.

"A Medium Grade Flying Sword?" The elderly Demonic Cultivator's eyes lit up again.

Having encountered high-quality Magical Artifacts and Formations one after another, he was already itching with greed. Now, he no longer held back, quickly forming seals with his hands and casting a strange spell towards the small black pagoda.

Under the control of the spell, the small pagoda suddenly grew larger, reaching several dozen zhang in size.

After spinning around in the air, it smashed forcefully towards Chen Fan.

"Bang!"

A huge sound echoed in the forest, and the ground was smashed into a deep pit.

Seeing this, Chen Fan's face turned somewhat pale.

If he hadn't applied an Escape Talisman to his body just in time, he would likely have been turned into a pulp of flesh long ago.

"Hahaha." The elderly Demonic Cultivator became increasingly excited.

"This person's small black pagoda is quite strange, and his Realm is high. It seems I can only use the Golden Brick Talisman rewarded by the System."

Thinking of this, he first summoned all the remaining large quantity of Talismans in his hand all at once.

"You still have more? Just how many do you have?"

The elderly Demonic Cultivator was secretly shocked and felt a pang of heartache; one must know these Talismans were worth quite a lot of Spirit Stones, and they were being completely wasted in the other party's hands.

In his urgency, he once again activated the small black pagoda for protection.

Huge explosion sounds rose one after another, and the ground followed with a tremor.

Just when the old man was feeling dismissive, he heard an even louder sound.