Eternal Life by Dual Cultivation-Chapter 150 - 122: Treasure Delivery Boy?

After losing ten men in a row, the situation finally changed when they reached the third portal on the left. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Inside the hall beyond the portal.

"...Senior Sister, someone’s coming in!"

Ling Changqing’s expression flickered as he gave the warning.

The words had barely left his lips when a streak of light flashed, and a dazed-looking, black-robed cultivator appeared in the center of the hall.

He shook his head, apparently still disoriented from the teleportation.

"Meet your end!"

Ling Qiyue let out a sharp cry as a vicious stream of Sword Qi descended like a bolt of silk. With a quick twist, it tore through his protective light barrier and severed both his arms, sending blood flying.

The black-robed cultivator screamed. He instinctively turned to flee, but Ling Changqing finished him off with a Thunder Talisman, leaving him dead on the spot.

Outside the portal.

"Elder, this portal seems different,"

A hint of excitement crept into the Pseudo Core master’s voice. He had a faint feeling that his comrade hadn’t died instantly.

’The cultivators who went in earlier must be fighting my man,’ he thought. ’This means we’ve finally found the right place.’

The Elder made a swift decision. "In that case, the rest of us will go in together and take a look!"

It was a risky move, but they had no other choice.

Including the Elder, there were only five of them left. If they kept sending men in one by one, he feared none of them would make it out alive.

So, after activating various defensive measures, they all rushed into the portal at once. What greeted them was a frenzied assault from a large swarm of Daoist Soldier Puppets.

These Rank Two and Rank Three Puppets were, of course, Ling Qiyue’s doing. As the first of the new group—another black-robed cultivator—materialized, a deafening, continuous roar of thunder filled the entire hall.

"AHHH—"

The man screamed as his multiple layers of protective light were obliterated. In the blink of an eye, the barrage of attacks turned him into swiss cheese. His Late Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation was utterly useless.

The second figure was a Pseudo Core master. He only lasted a few breaths before two Third Rank Daoist Soldier Puppets swarmed him and hacked him to pieces.

Next, the Golden Core Elder and the last two Pseudo Core masters appeared.

A heavy, dark light shield materialized, temporarily holding back the storm of attacks, but it was being rapidly depleted.

The shield was being generated by a pitch-black Array Banner in the Golden Core Elder’s hand—clearly a genuine Magical Treasure.

"You... How dare you?"

Upon seeing that there were only two of them, the Golden Core Elder flew into a rage and snarled:

"You dare ambush and kill disciples of my Primordial Demon Sect? Are you trying to get your entire clan wiped out?"

Ling Changqing snorted. "Oh, give it a rest. You’re about to die and you’re still spouting nonsense!"

As he spoke, he activated several more Thunder Talismans, and thick, blinding bolts of lightning crashed down one after another.

His powerful Divine Techniques were limited at the moment, but thankfully, his Divine Soul Power was strong enough to control the swarm of Daoist Soldier Puppets for the assault.

By supplementing their attack with Second Grade Talismans, he was actually putting considerable pressure on his opponents.

Ling Qiyue wasn’t idle either. Her incomparably sharp, chilling Sword Qi swirled down, rapidly draining the Golden Core Elder’s Magical Power.

Meanwhile, the trio’s counterattacks were all blocked by the Fenghuo Panyun Bell. For the time being, they were powerless to harm Ling Qiyue and Ling Changqing.

"You’re asking to die? I’ll grant your wish!"

Seeing that he was on the losing end, the Golden Core Elder grew even more furious. He rummaged through his Storage Pouch and pulled out a palm-sized, blood-red, humanoid doll.

SHUNK!

A faint whistling sound cut through the air. A dozen or so needle-like rays of light, gone in a flash, pierced through the defense of the Array Banner Magical Treasure. They punched more than a dozen fist-sized holes through the Golden Core Elder’s body.

"..."

The Golden Core Elder stared down in shock, feeling his Magical Power drain away as his consciousness faded to black.

With their leader dead, it went without saying what would happen to the remaining two Pseudo Core masters. Ling Qiyue beheaded them in a single exchange.

"They were... basically Treasure Delivery Boys, weren’t they?"

Looking at the multiple Storage Pouches, the Storage Bracelet, and other Spatial Magical Artifacts on the Golden Core Elder’s corpse, Ling Changqing couldn’t help but chuckle.