Martial Immortality: Starting with the Spirit Beast Scroll

Chapter 354: Chapter 342: Illusion Array (Part 1)

The Fat Cultivator stared at Zhao Lin’s hiding spot, simultaneously scanning the area, afraid that more than one person had come.

Just then, the Yin Soul cast an Illusion Technique.

Two cultivators suddenly appeared in the Fat Cultivator’s line of sight, less than seventy yards away, and he was horrified.

There were no Foundation Establishment cultivators in the Yinfeng Realm. For these two to appear so noiselessly, their cultivation had to be at least on par with his own.

What terrified him even more was that both cultivators were holding flying swords that glinted coldly in the light!

Sword Cultivators—and two of them!

The Fat Cultivator’s heart hammered in his chest, and the hairs on his arms stood on end. He didn’t even bother to check their cultivation levels before instantly dodging back in a hasty retreat.

"My friends, let’s talk this out..."

The two Sword Cultivators said nothing, simply flicking their wrists to send their flying swords shooting toward him as two streaks of cold light.

The Fat Cultivator hurriedly summoned his Antler Blade to meet one of the flying swords while simultaneously forming a Spell with his hands, casting a Wood Element defensive Magic: the Fence Skill!

The Wood Element Spiritual Qi condensed, instantly forming countless tough stalks of Ink Bamboo, densely packed and interwoven.

The bamboo formed four successive layers from the inside out, enveloping the Fat Cultivator like a cage.

Facing two Sword Cultivators, he didn’t dare hold back in the slightest, pouring all his energy into controlling his magical artifact and defensive Magic.

Without Mana to support it, the Thorn Skill trapping Wei Shi began to wither and dissipate.

Wei Shi remained oblivious, still staring blankly at the Fat Cultivator and the two Sword Cultivators. He wondered to himself, ’Who are these two? I’ve never seen them before.’

"Brother Wei, get over here!"

Zhao Lin emerged from the shadows, his warning transmitted directly to Wei Shi’s mind.

Wei Shi turned, saw Zhao Lin, and instantly understood. He took off at a dead sprint in his direction.

"You’re courting death! How dare you trick me!"

The Fat Cultivator had sent out his magical artifact, but he didn’t hear the expected sound of metal striking metal. The instant the attacking flying sword touched the bamboo grove, it vanished without a trace.

Realizing something was amiss, he used his Qi Observation Skill and saw that the two Sword Cultivators were just illusions. Knowing he’d been tricked, he was filled with uncontrollable rage.

The moment he saw Zhao Lin on the hillside, it all clicked.

"So it was you!"

Despite his great anger, the Fat Cultivator remained extremely cautious. He swept the area with his Divine Sense, and only after confirming no one else was present did he retract the Fence Skill.

But in that brief moment of hesitation, Wei Shi had already made it to Zhao Lin’s side.

"Good. I’ll deal with you both at once!"

Enraged, the Fat Cultivator made his Antler Blade spin in mid-air and shoot straight toward Zhao Lin.

At the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, one’s Divine Sense could reach a radius of three hundred yards, making the entire area part of their attack range.

This was the advantage of a high-level cultivator. Zhao Lin could only take the hits, as his own Magic didn’t have the range to reach his opponent.

Zhao Lin waved for Wei Shi to move aside, then stood his ground, his eyes locked on the rapidly approaching magical artifact.

Casting the Rock Armor Skill could certainly block the magical artifact, but even at his level of mastery, the skill only provided a stationary defense.

In other words, if he used the Rock Armor Skill, he would have to stand perfectly still. If he wanted to move, he would have to dispel the Magic.

Fighting a Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivator in such a manner would rapidly drain his Spiritual Power, putting him at a disadvantage.

His only choice was to take a risk and try to knock the magical artifact away with his iron ruler, buying himself a moment’s respite.

The Fat Cultivator saw Zhao Lin’s intent and gave a cold smirk. He manipulated his magical artifact, making it bob up and down, and swerve left and right, its trajectory impossible to predict.

When the Antler Blade was ten yards from Zhao Lin, it suddenly veered out in a wide arc, then abruptly accelerated, aiming straight for his left side.

Zhao Lin’s eyes narrowed. He swung the iron ruler out horizontally, then flicked it upward in an arc, the tip of the weapon striking the Antler Blade hard.

CLANG!

The two weapons crashed together with a piercing shriek of metal on metal. The Antler Blade became a streak of white light, soaring high into the sky with a sharp, vibrating hum.

Zhao Lin was knocked back two steps by the force, his palm numb. The Antler Blade might be small, but the power behind it was staggering. ’The Mana of a Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivator is truly immense.’

"Nice!"

Wei Shi’s eyes lit up, and he blurted out his praise. ’I need to get a weapon for myself,’ he thought. ’Then I won’t have to block magical artifacts with my body every time.’

The Fat Cultivator was deeply shaken, not expecting that Zhao Lin actually had the skill to send his magical artifact flying.

A mixture of shock and anger filled him. He immediately cast a Divine Movement Skill on himself, recalled his magical artifact, and bounded after the two of them.

"Go!"

Zhao Lin shouted, turning and breaking into a sprint.

Knowing time was short, Wei Shi immediately followed close behind.

Though the Fat Cultivator was bulky and corpulent, after casting the Divine Movement Skill his speed surpassed that of a galloping horse.

However, with Zhao Lin being a Martial Cultivator and Wei Shi a Body Cultivator, their physical prowess alone allowed them to outpace the Magic.

The Fat Cultivator, seeing the distance between them growing, slapped his storage pouch without hesitation, pulled out a talisman, and struck it with his palm.

"A Wind Riding Talisman!"

Zhao Lin glanced back and saw the Fat Cultivator’s actions, instantly recognizing the talisman he was using. His heart sank.

As a disciple of the Spirit Dao Institute, identifying Magic and talismans was part of his curriculum. Otherwise, if you waited until an opponent’s Magic had already formed and was about to hit you before reacting, it would be too late.

Moreover, Zhao Lin had personally confiscated two Wind Riding Talismans from the rogue cultivator Song the Third, so he recognized it at a glance.

"Haha, let’s see where you run to now!"

As the Magic took effect, the Fat Cultivator slowly rose into the air, gloating.

The Wind Riding Skill consumed a massive amount of Mana; only a cultivator at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer would dare to squander it so freely.

Zhao Lin’s brow furrowed. The flight speed of the Wind Riding Skill wasn’t particularly fast; on flat ground, it would be nothing to worry about.

But here in the mountains, the terrain was rugged and uneven, forcing them to constantly navigate slopes and dips. In the air, one could bypass all obstacles. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before they were overtaken.

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