The Urban Medical Martial Immortal-Chapter 781 - 777 Sacrificial Ceremony (Second Update!)

After listening to Nie Xingchen’s words, Lin Tian somewhat understood what was going on.

Chou Wanqiu and his two companions had merely happened upon Nie Xingchen and his group by chance.

Their intended target was likely the Nine Celestial Sky Zhe treasure blood within the Totem Pillar at the entrance to Burial Village’s valley.

However, Burial Village was always shrouded in mystery, and few people knew much about it.

Chou Wanqiu and the others probably couldn’t find the place, which is why they had Nie Xingchen and the rest lead them there.

Yet,

in response to Nie Xingchen’s urging, Lin Tian merely smiled, shook his head, and said, "The Holy Gu Sect is a power from the Miao Region, right? But do you think I’m afraid of them?"

"Senior definitely isn’t afraid!"

Nie Xingchen showed a bitter smile.

The terrifying strength of Lin Tian was something Nie Xingchen had witnessed firsthand on Dragon Creek Mountain in Cold Water River City. He saw how Lin Tian brutally killed cultivators and disciples of the River God Sect and the Asura Sect with his Sky-reaching Fist and sword—utterly ruthless.

However, when he thought of the mystery and power of the Holy Gu Sect, Nie Xingchen could not help but shake his head helplessly and said, "Senior, here in the Southwest, the Holy Gu Sect is immensely powerful, unbeatable! I’m not just worried about those three, especially their Holy Master, who is said to have the strength of a Golden Core Ancestor..."

Hearing this, Lin Tian immediately understood.

Nie Xingchen was worried about his beloved granddaughter and this female disciple.

If it was true, as he said, that the Holy Gu Sect was powerful and sought revenge later on, it would indeed be a problem.

Thinking this, Lin Tian stood up, and his Divine Sense spread out like a surging tide in all directions.

Everywhere within a dozen miles was clear at a glance.

Apart from Chou Wanqiu and his two companions, there were no other people around.

This was because Lin Tian’s Divine Sense simply could not penetrate in the direction of Burial Village.

"The Nine Celestial Clan have an innate talent for arrays; the remnants of Burial Village here must have had many great formations set up..."

Lin Tian seemed to have expected this and was not surprised. He sighed inwardly, then withdrew his Divine Sense.

"There’s no one else around, rest assured! Besides, with me here, no one can harm them!"

Seeing that Nie Xingchen’s injuries had also begun to heal, Lin Tian nodded and said, "I’ll give you another acupuncture needle, then you guys take a rest here for a while. With my Acupuncture Technique, at least in another hour, your injuries should be completely healed..."

As his words fell, a silver needle in Lin Tian’s hand had already struck like lightning above Nie Xingchen’s chest and was quickly withdrawn again.

"Thank you, Senior..."

Nie Xingchen’s face showed gratitude.

Boom~

Just then, a loud noise suddenly came from the direction of the mountain ridge.

Lin Tian and Nie Xingchen’s group couldn’t help but turn their heads to look.

They saw that in the mid-air of the mountain, a pale and delicate jade hand, carrying a powerful aura, was struck towards Chou Wanqiu and his companions.

"Grandfather, whose hand is that..."

Nie Xiaoyun showed an expression of great shock and couldn’t help but exclaim.

"That must be an elder from Burial Village who has taken action!"

Leng Xiaoran was also shocked, her beautiful eyes filled with longing.

And Nie Xingchen, looking excited, said, "Let’s hope that elder can drive away Chou Wanqiu!"

But just as he finished speaking, Chou Wanqiu’s withered palm suddenly flashed out from his robe and ferociously struck against the jade hand.

With a dull thud, the jade hand was grabbed and shredded, immediately forced to retract, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Hmm? How come this jade hand is so much weaker than before? No wonder that woman told me to leave earlier; it turns out she was already at the end of her strength..."

"No, this jade hand isn’t real; it’s the illusion of some secret technique..."

Watching Chou Wanqiu repel the jade hand, Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, his face revealing a look of realization.

"Heh, Burial Village is just this after all! They’re just shrinking turtles hiding inside, not daring to come out..."

Chou Wanqiu emitted a series of unpleasant, sinister laughs. Looking at the entrance of the valley which now laid silent, he said to the two youths beside him, "Prepare to take action, destroy the Totem Pole, and get the Divine Blood!"

Following Chou Wanqiu’s instructions, the two young disciples of the Holy Gu Sect quickly followed him down the ridge.

It seemed that they no longer cared about Lin Tian and the others. What they referred to as Divine Blood was of utmost importance to them.

Lin Tian heard what Chou Wanqiu said.

"That’s the Nine Celestial Sky Sting’s treasure blood. There’s a Sealing Array inside the Totem Pole. Destroying it directly would mean destroying the treasure blood; these people are idiots!"

Lin Tian’s brow lightly furrowed, and he looked up at the ridge that was now devoid of figures, then said to Nie Xingchen, "I’ll go take a look."

"Ahh... They are cultivators of the Holy Gu Sect, utterly wicked. You’d be walking to your death!"

Before Nie Xingchen could speak, his granddaughter Nie Xiaoyun was the first to gasp in alarm, urging him, "Let’s take this chance to escape!"

Standing beside them, a disciple of Nie Xingchen, Leng Xiaoran, also nodded slightly.

This was indeed the best opportunity to escape.

Escape?

Lin Tian glanced at the two girls and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, I’ll go and take care of them!"

Looking at the two girls, Nie Xiaoyun was only at the Qi Refining First Level with average talent, while the other, Leng Xiaoran, was at the Qi Refining Second Level, also very ordinary.

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"Take good care of your grandfather!"

Lin Tian instructed Nie Xiaoyun and once again started walking towards the valley.

"Ahh... Grandfather, he’s going to get himself killed!"

Nie Xiaoyun, flustered, stamped her foot and exclaimed.

"It’s alright, Senior Lin is very powerful!"

Nie Xingchen smiled and said to the two, "Still, since the Senior saved us, we should go have a look, see if we can offer any help..."

With that, the three of them also headed towards the smooth-topped ridge.

Meanwhile.

Within the valley, in an open plain, sat a small village with only eight or nine low wooden huts.

At the very depths of the village, beside a clear water pond shrouded in mist, sat six figures.

They surrounded the water pond with faces full of devotion, mumbling mysterious ancient incantations. It seemed they were conducting some sacrificial ceremony, exuding endless mystery and antiquity.

Suddenly, an old crone sitting at the center spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her wrinkled face showing disappointment and sorrow. She sighed deeply and said, "Enough, enough... It matters not if we lose the Nine Celestial Outer Pillar, as long as the roots of Burial Village remain, we, the descendants of JiuLii, will not lose our heritage! But who was it that withstood the first blow of the Holy Daughter’s Nine Celestial Mysterious Sky Palm?"

At that moment, at the entrance to the valley, Chou Wanqiu, holding a pitch-black magic wand, was preparing to forcefully destroy the Totem Pole.

"Don’t touch that pillar! Leave now, or die!"

Just as Chou Wanqiu was about to take action, a faint voice came from the ridge.

There, Lin Tian’s figure slowly approached.

And behind him, Nie Xingchen and the other two had caught up.

"Is it you? Looking to die!"

Chou Wanqiu’s brows furrowed, and he immediately ordered the two youths, "Since they’re in a hurry to seek death, go sort them out and save us the trouble!"

Receiving Chou Wanqiu’s command, the two young disciples of the Holy Gu Sect quickly lunged towards Lin Tian, their faces fierce.

"Master, should we leave first?"

Seeing Chou Wanqiu about to make a move, Leng Xiaoran, supporting Nie Xingchen, couldn’t help but panic.

Nie Xiaoyun was also anxious to persuade them to leave.

But in the next moment, before the two youths even got close, Lin Tian’s Sky-reaching Fist was already on them like a missile, thunderously striking their bodies.

With a loud bang, the two were reduced to a mist of blood.

Nie Xiaoyun and Leng Xiaoran watched with wide-open eyes, stunned in place.