Eternal Life from Talisman Painting-Chapter 180 - 136: Talisman Treasure: Red Sun Sword
"It's you!"
As their eyes met, Lin Chang'an's cold gaze momentarily showed a hint of shock. This creature, akin to a corpse-Refined Puppet cultivator, turned out to be Huang Shaohai.
He would never mistake this familiar flow of mana.
The moment he emerged from the ground, he sensed it.
However, the reunion between the two was interrupted by a pair of crimson bull eyes.
"Moo!"
The Cyan-Horned Bull snorted white vapor and let out a dull roar, and the next moment, the two sides crashed into each other head-on.
"Crack..."
The shield of the Tier Two middle-grade Vajra Talisman shattered in succession, and the mana shield in front of the silver Land Traveling Boat also broke apart.
The next moment, the sharp horns of the bull charged straight ahead, and Lin Chang'an on the bull's back did not hold back at all, wielding his Cyan Bamboo Sword.
The blood-red sword aura plunged down abruptly.
With a thunderous crash, his ears went deaf in an instant, simultaneous with the Cyan-Horned Bull's painful bellow and Huang Shaohai's furious roar.
"I'm going to kill you!"
At the moment of impact, the Cyan-Horned Bull overturned the Land Traveling Boat, leaving two large holes at its base.
Huang Shao was knocked away; though protected by a defensive spiritual artifact, his angry demeanor showed as he was flung in an undignified manner.
This all happened in the blink of an eye. The force of impact, coupled with the Cyan-Horned Bull also being recoiled, caused it to roll continuously for over ten zhang away.
"Moo!"
The dizzy Cyan-Horned Bull, with blood streaming down its forehead, tried to get up, yet, even as a Tier Two Demon Beast, it couldn't steady its four hooves after such a collision.
As Lin Chang'an was sent flying by the recoil, he flipped mid-air, landing in a handstand to quickly spin and dissipate the force, while his other hand weaved a sign.
Nine Tier Two middle-grade Firebird Talismans weren't the limit of his talisman quantity, but were the limit his late-stage Foundation Establishment divine sense could manipulate simultaneously.
In an instant, the sky was ablaze with firelight.
Without any hesitation, Lin Chang'an turned and flew with sword control on his Cyan Bamboo Sword, not forgetting to retrieve the Cyan-Horned Bull into a Spirit Beast Bag before he left.
Robbing the Array Disc, then riding a bull to knock away a Tribulation Cultivator and escaping, thrilling!
"Brother Huang!"
The two Li Huo Palace Disciples chasing from behind, witnessing the brutal scene of the collision and the scorching firelight, called out in horror.
"Lin Chang'an! I'm going to kill you!"
In the sea of fire, Huang Shaohai, holding a defensive spiritual artifact, screamed with a ferocious and terrifying visage like a Transformed Great Demon.
"Chase him! I want to skin him alive and drain his essence blood!"
The harsh cries echoed, alarming his fellow disciples who dared not slacken in the slightest.
Meanwhile, Lin Chang'an swiftly headed toward the depths of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, aiming for the area dense with toxic fog.
Speeding along, the surrounding scenery passed by quickly. As he went deeper, his divine sense could barely cover three zhang squared.
Even with a late-stage Foundation Establishment divine sense, Lin Chang'an could only rely on the Spiritual Eye to observe.
And yet, the trio behind pursued relentlessly, causing Lin Chang'an great concern.
"What method is Huang Shaohai using that allows him to chase so precisely in such a dense toxic miasma?"
Among the three flying with sword control behind him, two were Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivators, who swallowed three Antitoxic Pills with worried faces.
"Brother Huang, if we go any deeper, we'll also get poisoned."
While Antitoxic Pills are effective, it depends on the amount of miasma inhaled.
Especially if they engage in battle later, it would worsen the accumulation of toxic miasma within them.
"Useless! Chase him, and all his possessions will be yours once it's done."
Huang Shaohai roared with red eyes; a mere lowly Loose Cultivator had made him suffer so greatly.
He absolutely couldn't let this person go.
"Rest assured, Brother Huang, we will surely capture him for you."
The two, previously concerned, now showed excitement after hearing that all of the opponent's belongings would belong to them.
Exchanging glances, they ingested three more Antitoxic Pills each.
...
"What kind of poison skill has Huang Shaohai cultivated to make himself look like this?"
As Lin Chang'an flew rapidly with sword control, he looked down in shock at the toxic liquid previously splattered onto his Dharma Robe.
It had corroded and turned dull.
Fortunately, his Lifebound Spirit Plant-enhanced Self-Healing Body immunity kept him safe from poisons of the same tier.
At this moment, his heart trembled, realizing that the Tribulation Cultivator rampage outside Celestial Profound City was largely due to the manipulations of Li Huo Palace and Divine Sword Sect in the shadows.
But he truly hadn't expected Huang Shaohai to personally be a Tribulation Cultivator outside.
"The poison demon that old Hu mentioned among the Tribulation Cultivators is probably Huang Shaohai."
Connecting the dots to previous intelligence and the persistent pursuers behind him made him frown deeply.
The enemy was in the dark, and he had no place to escape with such tracking methods.
Even if he escaped this time, what about the next?
He still did not know the methods these Tribulation Cultivators used to give chase.
"If I let him go today, I'll never have peace again."
Thinking of this, a strong killing intent rose in Lin Chang'an's heart.
The three must die!
The tracking method must also be discovered; otherwise, he would be forced to hide in Celestial Profound City forever.
"Brother Huang, this Loose Cultivator won't get far."
"Indeed, a mere early-stage Foundation Establishment, let's see how long he can last in this miasma."
In the miasmatic region where divine sense couldn't easily probe, the three employed a joint tracking technique.
Even in the miasma, within a hundred zhang, they could communicate with each other.
...
"This Loose Cultivator really has endurance, lasting so long."
"Brother Huang, the Earth Dragon Beast mourns; the target is just ahead... No, the target has stirred up a Demon Beast."
Amid the relentless pursuit, a terrified voice suddenly rang out.
