Martial Immortality: Starting with the Spirit Beast Scroll

Chapter 343: Chapter 331: Ambush (Part 2)

The locked pouch was placed on the ground, and Song the Third retreated a hundred paces away.

This was partly to put the dark-faced cultivator at ease, and partly to conceal the fact that his own Mana was suppressed.

If the dark-faced cultivator had used the Qi Observation Skill to look closely, he would have discovered that the manifestation of Song the Third’s Mana was incomplete.

"By the way, where’s that kid? What did you do with him?"

The dark-faced cultivator took a few steps forward and suddenly looked up to ask.

"We taught him a lesson, forced him to remove the seal, wiped his Divine Sense from it, and let him go."

"You didn’t run into any trouble, did you?"

"He’s just a Qi Refining Third Layer novice. What kind of trouble could he be?"

Song the Third thought, ’You’ll see for yourself soon enough,’ as he casually explained.

The dark-faced cultivator saw no issue with this. He walked up to the locked pouch, used the Object Control Skill to grab it, and said with some pleasant surprise, "It’s quite heavy. You haven’t opened it, have you?"

Song the Third said, "Don’t worry, we follow the rules. We only removed the seal and didn’t touch a single thing inside."

Once the original owner’s Divine Sense is wiped from a locked pouch, it becomes ownerless. To store or retrieve items, a new Divine Sense must be imprinted on it.

The dark-faced cultivator released his Divine Sense. As expected, it entered the locked pouch without any resistance. He discovered it was filled with various items, the most conspicuous of which was a round, head-sized object wrapped in black cloth.

"Huh, what’s this?"

The dark-faced cultivator curiously pulled the object out and tore off the black cloth covering it, only to find that it was, shockingly, a human head.

Moreover, he recognized the person—it was the other bandit cultivator, Li Daoyou.

The dark-faced cultivator’s scalp tingled, and a chill shot up from the soles of his feet.

Song the Third lunged forward, shouting, "Don’t be in such a hurry to leave, my friend!"

’What is going on?’

The dark-faced cultivator’s mind was a complete mess; he couldn’t figure out what was happening.

’Song the Third wants to harm me, but why would he kill his own partner? Could he have suffered a cultivation deviation and gone insane?’

Terrified, he turned to run, simultaneously reaching into his robes to grab a Communication Talisman.

Song the Third was at the Late-stage Qi Refining. He wasn’t sure he could make it back to Yinfeng Valley, so he had to send a message to Huang Teng first and have him bring people to the rescue.

The dark-faced cultivator didn’t notice that although Song the Third’s shout was fierce, his pace was slow, and he hadn’t even taken out a magic weapon.

SWOOSH!

Just then, a cold light flashed, and an ice blade shot toward him.

The dark-faced cultivator sensed the Mana fluctuation and immediately condensed a Magic spell. Several streams of azure light rose, and a Spiritual Energy Shield was about to form.

The ice blade was simply too fast. The Spiritual Energy Shield had just taken shape when the blade slashed viciously into it.

With a "CLANG," the ice blade was sent flying, and the Spiritual Energy Shield instantly dissipated into nothing.

"What a powerful Ice Blade Skill!"

The dark-faced cultivator was shocked. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure charging at him from the side, moving even faster than someone using the Divine Movement Skill.

"It’s you?"

The dark-faced cultivator was utterly astonished and once again plunged into confusion.

’How did this Qi Refining Third Layer cultivator end up with Song the Third? And how are his Magic skills so strong?’

A thought flashed through the dark-faced cultivator’s mind, and he quickly cast another Metal-type defensive Magic: Vajra Armor.

A golden light flashed. Metal-type Spiritual Qi rapidly converged, and a translucent, pale-gold suit of armor materialized out of thin air, encasing him completely.

Zhao Lin directed the ice blade to continuously bombard the Vajra Armor, creating a constant clang of metal on metal. Each strike felt like a hammer blow to the dark-faced cultivator’s heart, making him jump with fright.

This was the advantage of mastering an Extreme Skill. Although Zhao Lin was only at the Qi Refining Third Layer, he could expertly mobilize the external Ice Spiritual Qi, achieving twice the result with half the effort.

The dark-faced cultivator worried that Song the Third would catch up, leaving him attacked from both front and rear. He fumbled to pull out his Communication Talisman.

He had an agreement with his partner, Huang Teng: if he activated the Communication Talisman, it meant he was in danger, and the other would immediately bring guards to rescue him.

Zhao Lin, of course, wouldn’t let him send the message. He strode forward and swung a metal ruler down with immense force.

CRACK! A few fissures appeared on the Vajra Armor.

The dark-faced cultivator could hardly believe it. His Minor Achievement Level Vajra Armor had been smashed open just like that. He hurriedly formed a hand seal to replenish the Magic with Spiritual Power.

Zhao Lin gave him no chance to breathe, launching a Thunder Sound Fist that struck through one of the cracks.

BOOM!

The dark-faced cultivator felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. He fell stiffly to the ground, and the Communication Talisman dropped to the side.

"Good, he’s not dead."

Zhao Lin checked the dark-faced cultivator’s breathing and sighed in relief. With a few quick taps of his fingers, he sealed several key Spiritual Acupoints.

Song the Third winced at the sight. This was the very move that had killed his partner, Li Daoyou. Even though this was the second time he had seen it, he couldn’t hide his shock.

A short while later, the dark-faced cultivator slowly regained consciousness. He felt a tingling numbness in his limbs, and his whole body was limp and powerless.

Opening his eyes, he saw Zhao Lin and Song the Third. He immediately recalled what had just happened and said hatefully, "You dare to set me up?"

Zhao Lin smiled. "I need your help with something."

"In your dreams! You’re colluding with a bandit cultivator, plotting to hijack the Spiritual Vessel..."

Zhao Lin sneered internally. ’As expected, he’s trying to turn the tables and blame me.’ Without wasting words, he unleashed several vicious martial arts techniques on him: Tendon-Splitting Finger, Bone-Melting Hand, and Heart-Pushing Palm.

"AGH, it hurts! Spare me! I’ll agree..."

The dark-faced cultivator was even less resilient than Song the Third. He was wailing and screaming, ready to agree to anything.

"Very good. Help me by writing a few words on this..."

Zhao Lin handed the Communication Talisman to the dark-faced cultivator and had him write on it: "Too much stuff, come help."

The dark-faced cultivator knew this was a trap to lure Huang Teng, and naturally, he didn’t want to comply. But when Zhao Lin gestured with his palm over his body, he shivered in fear and immediately obeyed.

A Communication Talisman generally has two return methods: one is to seek a person, and the other is to return to a relay tower.

The Communication Talisman had an aura left by Huang Teng in advance. As long as the talisman was activated, it would use the aura to find Huang Teng and deliver the message.

Zhao Lin inspected the talisman, confirmed there were no issues, and released it.

"Song the Third, let’s run that scene again."

After speaking, Zhao Lin knocked the dark-faced cultivator unconscious with a single punch, then dragged him to a hiding spot in the distance.

Having witnessed Zhao Lin’s methods, Song the Third had no other thoughts and obediently stood in place to wait.

A short while later, Huang Teng arrived.

Seeing only Song the Third, he asked doubtfully, "Where’s Blackie?"

Song the Third put on a surprised expression. "He already took half and headed back. You didn’t run into him?"

Huang Teng was taken aback. He paused for a moment and said, "No."

Song the Third shrugged and pointed to the locked pouch on the ground. "This is the other half. You can take it."

Although Huang Teng was suspicious, he saw no one else around, and Song the Third was standing far away. He relaxed slightly and picked up the locked pouch.

The same thing happened all over again. However, Huang Teng’s reaction was much faster than the dark-faced cultivator’s. The moment he saw the head, he turned to flee without a word.

SWOOSH!

Zhao Lin fired an ice blade, blocking Huang Teng’s path.

Huang Teng’s cultivation was even weaker than the dark-faced cultivator’s. Without much effort, Zhao Lin used the metal ruler to smash open his Spiritual Energy Shield and capture him in one fell swoop.

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