Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman-Chapter 139 - 109: You Are Already On The Path of Death!
Chapter 139: Chapter 109: You Are Already On The Path of Death!
Frost Moon Villa.
Su Ping, who had recently been overjoyed after gaining great assistance from the Pot Cave Heaven lottery, was now sitting in his study with a slight frown, looking at the urgent report delivered by Ji Hu.
It was about the Cultivators from outside who were besieging the Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop, becoming increasingly excessive.
Within just a week, they had extorted several times various valuables and food not only from the City Lord Mansion but also from nearby towns.
Now they had even directly robbed the caravan that Golden Sparrow City had sent out to purchase goods from the coastal regions.
They even claimed it was—just a “temporary borrow”!
They would later return it double!
Initially, Su Ping had not planned to interfere and attract trouble.
Even two days ago, he had received a distress signal sent by an Inner Sect female Cultivator from the Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop, who had sent out a desperate plea through a group of immortal cranes.
But now, with the upgraded Memory Wand at his disposal, it seemed to Su Ping.
These external Cultivators’ actions had put them on a Path of Death!
However, to conceal his true identity, Su Ping not only had to tactfully decline the Inner Sect female Cultivator’s request, thus missing out on the benefits, but also had to do it subtly.
Having a Fishing Point and his homeland behind him, there was no need to increase the risk of exposure for a bit of potential reward!
Su Ping summoned the steward of the City Lord Mansion and asked him to use their channels to summon an immortal crane, sending his tactfully worded refusal back to the Workshop Master of the Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop.
Then, Su Ping sat cross-legged at Frost Moon Lake, pretending to fish.
Creating the perfect alibi for not being at the scene!
Meanwhile, Yun Kong, the Exorcism Mage of Memory Illusion, was already traveling on a Cold Ice Giant Sword formed from condensed ice, following the current!
Heading towards Nine Leaf Mountain!
Twenty miles outside of the Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop.
Near the riverbank, the Cultivator Alliance had set up a logistical camp for Cultivators to rest.
A group of Cultivators, who had been besieging the Great Array of the Nine Leaf Mountain Workshop for a long time and could finally rotate back for rest, were joyously eating meat and drinking wine in the camp.
A muscular, bald-headed Body Cultivator with robust vitality emerged from a tent, shaking his head as he declined several invitations from Loose Cultivators.
“This bone is indeed tough to chew,” he said.
“I don’t know when Big Senior Brother’s backup plan will come into play, this drawn-out situation has too many variables,” he continued.
The bald-headed man was a Middle Period Body Cultivator, only a small opportunity away from reaching the Late Period.
He was considered one of the core strengths in this group.
He had no interest in women or wine, only in fighting and looting.
So, knowing there were such opportunities here, he had quickly left his original group and joined this offensive.
But to his frustration, over the past few days, he had only been able to fight mere mortals while the workshop remained within sight but out of reach; each visit felt more like being human pylons than fighting, stifling him greatly.
As the bald-headed man sat idly by, he suddenly remembered the convoy robbed last night; a few Martial Artists’ eyes had left him feeling quite uncomfortable.
It was a perfect time to go to that campsite and capture a few to relieve the boredom.
Just then, the bald-headed man heard a shout from a Cultivator guarding the river.
The next second!
Accompanied by the shout, every Cultivator who emerged from the camp saw a white-haired young man riding a huge Cold Ice Giant Sword approaching on the water!
“Ahead lies the temporary Forbidden Land of the Cultivator Alliance!”
“No entry allowed! Stop immediately!”
Although they could sense from the first glance that this white-haired young man was not to be trifled with, the Loose Cultivators guarding the river had no choice but to bite the bullet and admonish him, hoping the name of the organization behind them would intimidate the other party.
However, responding to these Loose Cultivators was the Cold Ice Giant Sword suddenly appearing in the sky and plunging down rapidly!
The watchtower on the riverbank where the Loose Cultivators were located was immediately smashed to pieces!
“Enemy attack!”
Amidst the loud noise, Cultivators from the camp swarmed out, and under the command of a few leaders, they somewhat managed to form a decent battle array.
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Yet, the white-haired young Cultivator who had initiated the provocation lightly jumped down to the ground and casually waved his hand, causing a few Ice Swords to float beside him.
At the same time, a voice emerged above the camp: “Those who fear death can flee now!”
The Cultivators were flabbergasted for a moment, then each of their faces turned red with anger.
The bald-headed man sensed something was off, furrowed his brow, and shouted that the opponent was too arrogant while discreetly moving to the back of the group.
“Such strong Ice Series Curse Spells!”
“This is a Late Period Qi Cultivation expert! But that alone isn’t enough to be arrogant in front of us!”
“The enemy is alone, even if he is a genius, let’s gang up on him and take him down!”
“A Late Period Qi Cultivation dares to provoke our Cultivator Alliance? Does he really think we’re just some inheritanceless small sects?”
The Cultivators in the camp were not afraid of a single Late Period Qi Cultivator; they were numerous and strong, and they also had one or two Late Period Qi Cultivation experts to lead them.
Moreover, the cooperation over the past few days also boosted the confidence of the newly joined external Cultivators to face a formidable enemy.
The Workshop Master, a Qi Cultivation Perfection Cultivator, had also been pressured into retreating to Nine Leaf Mountain, hadn’t he?
As Su Ping quietly watched the enemies gather from the campsite and start to surge forward, Yun Kong’s hands shook, and the weapons he had pre-placed in the storage bag fell into his hands.
Then, assisted by Divine Sense, and with the battlefield layout provided by Spiritual Rats White and Grey, he pulled the trigger.
The Cultivators, who were charging forth and pulling out talismans to tear and preparing to channel Mana into their Magic Artifacts, saw only a nearly man-sized black metal object appear in the white-haired youth’s hands.
In an instant, before they could react, that metal object erupted with a thunderous spray of fierce gunfire.
