26: Nether Thrust

Li Wenwen was the only female member of the rogue Cultivator squad in Qingyang City. She usually hid in the shadows and rarely made a move.

She had learned a secret art, and this secret art was incredibly powerful, even capable of threatening the safety of Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators.

However, each time she used this secret art, it required a very long charging time, meaning a long wind-up, and once successfully cast, it would consume all the Spirit Qi in her body.

"Netherworld…"

They were targeting a Cultivator from the Lin Family this time, and the opponent's cultivation had reached Qi Refinement Stage Great Perfection. They had already agreed beforehand to go all out.

In other words, the seven Cultivators who made a move outside were all there to cover her.

But in that instant, in less than a few breaths, four of her companions were killed by this Lin Family Cultivator.

Li Wenwen seized the time to charge, fearing that the remaining three would not be able to hold on, and that she herself would be discovered.

"Almost there, almost there…"

Li Wenwen chanted silently in her heart, and powerful Qi fluctuations emanated from in front of her.

It was a pitch-black long spike; although condensed from Spirit Qi, it was already a physical entity, and the spike itself emitted a strange and eerie aura.

Lin Yucheng was about to press his advantage and kill the remaining three, but a strong sense of crisis rushed straight to his brain, giving him a feeling of his scalp tingling.

This was his experience from many years of hunting Yao Beasts in the Qingyang Mountain Range; his perception of danger had long been ingrained in his bones.

The strength, cultivation, and Magical Artifacts of a Cultivator accounted for most of their power, but combat experience was also very important, and in most cases, it could even be the key to turning the tide of battle.

Although Lin Yucheng was not yet a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, he was already able to project his Divine Sense. He made a decisive decision, abandoning the pursuit of the remaining three fleeing Cultivators and scanning the surrounding environment with his Divine Sense.

"Over there!"

Soon, he discovered Li Wenwen charging up behind a giant tree.

To condense this powerful killing move, Li Wenwen had already consumed most of her Spirit Qi, her face pale and her spirit low.

"Netherworld Thrust!"

Finally, the charge was complete.

Lin Yucheng saw a black spike heading straight for his face and quickly switched from offense to defense, placing a shield in front of him.

This was also a defensive Magical Artifact purchased from Spirit Treasure Pavilion, a Medium Grade Magical Artifact.

Among many types of Magical Artifacts, defensive Magical Artifacts were particularly valuable, firstly because they could be damaged at any time, and secondly because they had the value of saving one's life at critical moments.

His intuition told Lin Yucheng that the defensive power of this Medium Grade Magical Artifact shield was not enough, so he continuously released several defensive Talismans.

The Netherworld Thrust was extremely fast, striking directly onto the shield. The shield was easily shattered, cracking into several pieces, and the Talismans also helped dissipate the force.

Ultimately, the spike was barely blocked by Lin Yucheng.

He was forced back several steps by the Netherworld Thrust, and a deep indentation was ploughed into the ground.

He was already breaking out in a cold sweat, and the clothes on his back were completely soaked.

"It's a good thing I wasn't stingy with these Talismans, otherwise, even if I survived, I would be severely injured and lose my combat ability."

The other three male Cultivators originally thought the battle was decided and did not flee further. But seeing that the opponent was not killed, but instead stood there unharmed, they were stunned.

"How is that possible…"

"Why does this person have so many Magical Artifacts and Talismans? Is this the strength of a Cultivation Family?"

Lin Yucheng had already adjusted his state, holding the Zhanjin Sword, and with wind beneath his feet, he attacked the three Cultivators.

Another Sword Qi, and the three instantly perished.

"Now it's your turn!"

Lin Yucheng's sharp gaze turned to Li Wenwen, the female Cultivator hiding behind the giant tree, who had temporarily lost her combat ability due to the depletion of her Spirit Qi.

"Please don't kill me, they forced me to do it."

Li Wenwen's face, hidden behind her mask, was ashen, and she pleaded.

She quickly took off her mask, revealing a beautiful face underneath.

"As long as you don't kill me, I am willing to be your slave, to do anything for you."

Li Wenwen was very confident in her appearance. This was her only chance to save her life, and even if it meant sacrificing her freedom and dignity, she wanted to live.

If her life was lost, everything would be gone.

"Big Brother…"

Li Wenwen looked at Lin Yucheng piteously.

Although Lin Yucheng looked rough, his strength was truly powerful, and he had many Magical Artifacts and Talismans, making him a reliable person to seek refuge with.

Just as Li Wenwen was fantasizing, Lin Yucheng had already walked over, and the Zhanjin Sword sealed the throat with blood.

"You…"

"The moment you attacked me, you already lost the right to surrender."

It wasn't that Lin Yucheng was cruel and ruthless, but that he wasn't a saint. Returning kindness with resentment was something this captain of the Yao Beast hunting team wouldn't do.

Lin Yucheng quickly erased the traces of the battle nearby, tucked all the Storage Pouches of the several people into his embrace, and then left the area.

...

Lin Yongmao learned of his father Lin Yucheng's encounter and quickly returned home.

Lin Yongmao and Han Yuying both looked at Lin Yucheng with concern, especially when they saw his damaged clothes and bloodstains, their hearts tightened.

"Don't stare at me with such longing eyes, I'm really fine."

Lin Yucheng told Lin Yongmao and Han Yuying about the situation on the road.

Lin Yongmao's heart was still unsettled for a long time. This was the treacherous Immortal Realm. If he had been the one to go out and sell the Spirit Rice, he would probably have been killed by that group of rogue Cultivators.

"Father, from now on, you should stop going out! Just stay within the Family, and those Spirit Rice will only be for our Family's internal consumption!"

Lin Yongmao suggested.

Lin Yucheng shook his head and refused, saying, "How could that be? Only when the Family develops can your growth be guaranteed. If I do nothing and just stay in the Family all day, the Family will stagnate."

As the captain of the Lin Family's Yao Beast hunting team, he bore important responsibilities.

Han Yuying also deeply agreed with this.

"Your father will soon go to the Qingyang Mountain Range to hunt Yao Beasts, and we still have things to worry about. But this is his profession, we cannot stop him, we can only bless him."

"Father, then with the Spirit Stones exchanged for the Spirit Rice, please prioritize buying some life-saving Magical Artifacts or Talismans, so that we can feel a little more at ease!"

Although Lin Yongmao had not been transmigrated for long, he had already recognized these parents and developed deep emotional ties.

Lin Yucheng nodded heavily.

He said, "This time, thanks to that equipment, otherwise, whether I could come back alive or not is uncertain!"

He then took out some things from his Storage Pouch and began to show them off excitedly.

These were all various cultivation resources and Magical Artifact equipment obtained from selling the Spirit Rice.

Of course, some also belonged to those eight rogue Cultivators.

They were old hands at plundering passing Cultivators near Qingyang City and had already accumulated a large amount of wealth, so they had a great many cultivation resources.