Cultivation: From Servant to Revered Immortal-Chapter 338 - 86: The Eccentric

Meanwhile, in the depths of Fengyuan, several million miles away from here, there lay a peculiar mountain valley.

The valley stretched a hundred miles around, devoid of any vegetation, showing no signs of life. The bare ground had a faint gray-black hue, exuding an air of death.

Seven gigantic peaks stood around, arranged in the pattern of the Big Dipper, piercing the clouds, each thousands of feet high.

On this day, a ripple suddenly appeared in the space above the valley, and then a middle-aged man in a scholar’s robe, with a square face, around forty years old, appeared abruptly.

Looking at the valley below, the middle-aged man’s brow furrowed slightly:

"Has it erupted fifty years early!"

Immediately, he waved his sleeve, and a brass seal flew out, expanding to over a thousand feet, emitting golden light.

Under the man’s control, it stamped down towards the valley below!

An arcane rune instantly formed, suppressing the valley!

But the great seal dimmed significantly!

Before long, the fog in the valley seemed to boil, rolling incessantly. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Yet, under the suppression of the rune, it gradually dissipated, finally revealing the true appearance of the valley.

Seeing this, the man pointed his hand at the dim seal, and the brass seal quickly shrank, falling into his hand.

Then, in a flash, he vanished above the valley.

...

In Fengyuan, Zhou Xun transformed into a blue spirit light, swiftly cutting across the sky.

Where he passed, streaks of thunder light flickered!

At this time, in a certain wilderness more than four thousand miles ahead of him.

Several Foundation Establishment Cultivators were fleeing awkwardly forward.

Behind them, more than ten Ghost Spirit Yakshas with dual horns were pursuing them relentlessly.

"Fellow disciples... this way of fleeing isn’t a solution. Their speed isn’t much slower than ours, and we are still tens of thousands of miles away from Fengyuan City. We definitely can’t make it out before our mana is exhausted!"

A middle-aged man in Qingyu Sect attire said with a solemn face.

"Senior Brother Li, but there are too many ghost spirits, each as strong as a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and there are only four of us. We simply aren’t their match!"

A young woman with a delicate face, about twenty years old, said.

"Yes, Senior Brother, once we get surrounded, we’re as good as dead, and we don’t have many Thunder Talismans left," the other two echoed.

These four were Cultivators from Qingyu Sect, here on a sect mission, unexpectedly encountering the outbreak of the ghostly mist.

Fortunately, they were clever and avoided several groups of wandering ghost spirits.

But often walking by the riverside, one cannot avoid getting wet!

Eventually, they bumped into over a dozen ghost spirits wandering outside. After a brief confrontation, they quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Luckily, most cultivators coming to Fengyuan to seek treasures bring some Thunder Talismans.

Using these talismans, the four killed a few Ghost Spirit Yakshas, then swiftly escaped, fleeing till now.

The middle-aged man was not surprised by their words.

He slapped his waist, and with a flash of spirit light, a golden talisman appeared in his palm.

"Is this... a Talisman Treasure?" The three, being Foundation Establishment Cultivators from a major sect, naturally recognized the talisman.

"Indeed," the middle-aged man nodded, then said:

"A Talisman Treasure is powerful, but it takes time to activate, so I need you fellow disciples to hold off these ghost spirits for me,"

"Once the Talisman Treasure is activated, we have a great chance to wipe out these ghost spirits!"

The three exchanged glances, revealing a trace of determination:

"Since Senior Brother has this treasure, we’ll fight them!"

"Alright! Leave it to you three, here are my remaining Thunder Talismans!" With that, the middle-aged man took out three blue talismans and handed them to the young woman.

"There’s a cliff ahead. We’ll rely on the rock face there to maneuver and buy time for Senior Brother to activate the Talisman Treasure!"

"Alright!"

Then the three shifted their escape light, heading towards the cliff below!

The ghost spirits saw this and followed down!

At the cliff, the middle-aged man named Li quickly sat cross-legged, placing the Talisman Treasure in his hands, beginning to activate it.

Meanwhile, his junior disciples brought out their magical artifacts.

The young female cultivator took out a red treasure pearl, casting it out, enveloping them in a red fog over ten feet in size.

Simultaneously, she brought out a red silk ribbon over ten feet long, blocking the front.

The other two male cultivators, one wielded a shield, the other wielded a flying knife, clutching Thunder Talismans, ready to activate them at any moment.

Just as they took out their magical artifacts, the Ghost Spirit Yakshas arrived.

However, under the effect of the red fog, their actions became sluggish!

Seeing this, the female cultivator manipulated the red silk artifact to entangle them, while the other male cultivator unhesitatingly cast out his flying knife.

"Pfft!"

The flying knife sliced through the Yaksha, chopping off one of its arms.

Just as he was manipulating the flying knife, intending to finish it off, five or six ghost spirits simultaneously pounced down.

Fortunately, a shield met them, blocking their attacks. However, the shield’s spirit light greatly diminished, dimming significantly as a result.

Thus, the three fought desperately without retreat; when they couldn’t hold on, they cast their Thunder Talismans, forcing these Ghost Spirit Yakshas back.

Soon, the three ran out of Thunder Talismans.

The young female cultivator was in great distress!

By now, her red silk artifact was on the verge of collapse, with three or four Ghost Spirit Yakshas relentlessly tearing at it. It seemed they’d break through in a matter of a dozen breaths!

And behind them was another cliff, essentially leaving them no escape route!

"Senior Brother Li, is it ready yet!"

Just as the three were in great distress, a wave of overwhelming suppression came from behind!

"Leave it to me now, guard me!"

A length of golden light, over ten feet long, flew out, striking the Ghost Spirit Yakshas outside!

"Pfft!"

The golden light pierced through a Yaksha’s head, instantly killing it.

Then came deep penetrating sounds, as the four cooperated to kill all eleven pursuing Ghost Spirit Yakshas!

"Senior Brother Li, we won!"

Everyone slumped to the ground, laughing heartily, their faces filled with expressions of surviving a great ordeal.

However, in the next moment, their laughter abruptly ceased.

From several miles away, thousands of shadows surged towards them like a tide!

Their faces turned deathly pale, filled with despair!

The recent battle had nearly depleted all their mana; facing so many ghost spirits, they had no ability to resist!

At this moment,

"Boom!"

Vast lightning, overwhelming thunder light, suddenly appeared above those ghost spirits, transforming into the Thunder Realm!

Accompanied by bursts of thunder sounds!

The ghost spirits that pounced over, like dumplings, fell from the sky one after another, turning into streams of black smoke and disappearing.

Thousands of ghost spirits perished in less than twenty breaths.

"This...this is!"

Everyone was completely stunned!

What kind of scene was this? They, four Foundation Establishment Cultivators, faced eleven Yakshas so embarrassingly, only barely managing to kill them after using all their strength.

And moments ago, hundreds of ghost spirits were all annihilated just like that, killing grass wouldn’t be faster than this!

Just while everyone was shocked,

a handsome man dressed in white slowly descended from the sky, landing in front of them.

This time, how could they not realize that the person in front had saved their lives!

"Greetings, senior, I am Li Zhiheng of Qingyu Sect, many thanks for your timely help!"

The four reluctantly propped themselves up and stood, bowing deeply!

"A mere lift of my hand, there’s no need for such courtesy, besides, I am rather friendly with your ancestor Master Tianyang!"

"Senior even knows our ancestor!"

The four were overjoyed upon hearing this, as this senior had such strength, it was unexpected that he was also one of their people.

The scene just now, even if their ancestor were here, would likely be difficult to achieve.

"May I know your name, senior, so we can report to the sect and express gratitude for saving our lives!"

"I am Zhou Xun!" Zhou Xun naturally did not mean to hide his identity.

"So it turns out to be Master Wangchuan, the juniors were disrespectful!" All four were astounded.

This person was Master Wangchuan who had condensed a High-Grade True Pill, no wonder he had such power, his reputation was indeed true!

"It’s a small matter, it seems you come from the east, tell me what the situation is over there," Zhou Xun asked.

"Yes!" Immediately, the middle-aged man described all he had seen regarding the ghostly mist.

"Unexpectedly, the range of the ghostly mist is so vast, even the ghost spirits are acting scattered!" Zhou Xun thought to himself, nodding.

He took out a bottle of Tier Two Middle-Grade Qi Recovery Pills and threw it to them:

"Recover your mana and quickly return to Fengyuan City!"

As soon as the words fell, with a flash, Zhou Xun appeared high in the sky, glanced at the map, then flew towards the valley.

...

Along the way, Zhou Xun encountered numerous ghost spirit gatherings.

Small groups of dozens, large groups of thousands or tens of thousands.

Yet under Zhou Xun’s thunder skill, they all turned into ashes.

After twenty days of flying escape, Zhou Xun was finally near the valley.

"Just over this mountain, then fly two thousand miles more to reach there!"

Thus Zhou Xun decided to stop for meditation and recovery.

At this moment Fengyuan was too dangerous, even with Zhou Xun’s formidable strength, he dared not let his mana drop below seventy percent, in extreme situations it shouldn’t fall below fifty percent.

Thus, he laid a set of arrays, took a Qi Recovery Pill, and began meditating.

At this moment, suddenly there came roaring sounds from not far away, startling Zhou Xun from meditation!

Releasing his divine sense outward, he saw a black line, like a tide, surrounding him from all directions!

"Ghostly Mist!"

Zhou Xun muttered with a serious face!

Those roaring sounds were clearly the voices of ghost spirits.

It seemed the ghost spirits discovered him and were now enclosing him.

Now it was too late to retreat!

"Oh well, since you seek death, blame no one!"

Zhou Xun’s lips slightly opened, thirty-six Thunder Seeds flew out, hovering above his head!

Then he formed a spell with his hands, a spirit light shot out, and hundreds of thunder lights gathered above Zhou Xun.

Seeing this, Zhou Xun smiled gently, took to the skies, and walked towards this group of ghost shadows!

Within a thousand-foot range of his body, streams of thunder light flickered,

every drop of lightning would make a ghost spirit perish!

Inside this oppressive ghostly mist, a pathway forcibly appeared.

After a cup of tea’s time, the view opened up before him, with no trace of the black mist, he had directly cut through it!

At this moment, sharp cries rang out from within the black mist.

This black mist suddenly surged again, wrapping towards Zhou Xun!

"Originally hiding within the ghost spirits, I wouldn’t have found you, but now you deliver yourselves!"

Having the experience from Fengyuan City, Zhou Xun naturally knew this was the call of the ghost spirit leader!

Thus his figure flashed.

A streak of lightning shot through the black mist, reaching a six-foot large ghost spirit with a triangular head and a single eye!

"Found you, bigger than the one in Fengyuan City!"

Zhou Xun’s gaze narrowed, his hands changed the spell.

Thirty-six Thunder Seeds teleported apparently, instantly occupying a thousand-foot sky,

just enough to encompass the leader.

Then the thunder light exploded, the entire range instantly became empty,

Zhou Xun’s hands changed the spell again.

At this moment, Zhou Xun’s figure shifted, teleporting unexpectedly to the ghost spirit leader’s front,

lightning enveloping his body, using his palm as a blade!

A flash of purple knife light, the ghost spirit leader was directly split in half, and then disappeared.

Leaving only a thumb-sized, black bead suspended in the air.

With a wave of his sleeve, he collected it into the storage bag.

With the leader gone, the remaining ghost spirits scattered, and the ghostly mist gradually retreated.

Before long, the area was empty!

"Kid, your thunder skill is impressive!"

Right at this time, a bright voice sounded in Zhou Xun’s ears,