Martial Immortality: Starting with the Spirit Beast Scroll

Chapter 360: Chapter 345: Ghost Cultivator

WHOOSH!

The Ghost Cultivator’s Profound Yin Bag spewed out another stream of black smoke. It resembled a long dragon as it lunged straight at Zhao Lin.

It was black smoke, just like before, but different from the previous Yin Wind Drill. Mixed within the smoke were twenty to thirty black beads, almost impossible to spot without looking closely.

Zhao Lin’s heart sank. His instincts told him these beads would be trouble.

A senior brother who had taught him skills once said that in a fight, if an opponent fires beads, you must be extremely careful. They might explode.

Zhao Lin looked at his Inner Vision Spirit Cultivation Map. In the eighth grid, the name of this magic appeared: Blast Evil Skill.

’Just as I thought!’

Without hesitation, Zhao Lin dodged and retreated rapidly. He didn’t know the details of this magic, but the "Blast" in its name told him he absolutely couldn’t meet it head-on.

"You broke my Array, and now you think you can escape?"

The Ghost Cultivator laughed heartily, directing the black smoke to pursue Zhao Lin relentlessly, sticking to him like a shadow.

Blast Evil Skill was no ordinary offensive magic. The black beads were condensed from Yin Corpse Evil Qi.

Evil Qi didn’t just exist in the Cloud Layer and Evil Qi layer of the sky. Yin-heavy, damp, and foul places on the ground also produced terrestrial Evil Qi.

This qi was extremely domineering. Once a cultivator was struck by it, it felt like having their skin peeled and bones scraped, rendering them unable to circulate their Mana.

However, Yin Corpse Evil Qi was difficult to refine. The Ghost Cultivator had only managed to refine less than half a liter of it during his years of seclusion in the cave, which he stored in his Profound Yin Bag.

Now, he had released almost all of it in one go, intent on killing Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin continued to dodge, but he couldn’t shake the black smoke. In fact, it was getting closer and closer.

No matter how fast his Body Technique was, it couldn’t outpace magic.

What gave him an even bigger headache was that he couldn’t counter with his iron ruler, nor could he block with his Ice Blade Skill. If they exploded, there was no telling what the consequences would be.

His mind raced. He formed a hand seal, pointed forward, and instantly cast the Rock Armor Skill.

With a flash of yellow light, a thick suit of rock armor enveloped Zhao Lin from head to toe.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The black beads slammed into the rock armor and immediately began to detonate one after another.

But the Ghost Cultivator was clever. He didn’t have all the beads swarm at once. Instead, he detonated them one by one, focusing his attack on a single spot.

After detonating five Yin Evil Pearls in a row, he finally shattered the Rock Armor Skill.

"Let’s see you run now!"

The Ghost Cultivator gave a sinister smile. With the defensive magic gone, the black smoke immediately rushed in, only to be intercepted by another spell.

"Void Trapping Skill!"

Zhao Lin let out a low shout. Dozens of rapidly spinning azure vortexes surged forward and churned into the black smoke.

As the two forces met, the black beads were instantly sucked into the vortexes.

This was the other use of the Void Trapping Skill. Besides trapping enemies, it could also be used for defense.

"What?"

The Ghost Cultivator’s expression changed. He tried to use his Divine Sense to force the black beads to break free, but it was useless.

Zhao Lin secretly wiped away a cold sweat. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

He had cast the last three spells—Ice Blade Skill, Rock Armor Skill, and Void Trapping Skill—with all his might. His Spiritual Power was about to run out.

He was facing a Soul Refining Fifth Layer Ghost Cultivator who also possessed a strange magical treasure that enhanced his spells. If this fight dragged on, death was the only outcome.

’I’m a Martial Cultivator. There’s nothing to think about!’

He stomped hard on the ground, and his figure shot forward like a lightning bolt.

Seeing Zhao Lin charge at him, the Ghost Cultivator froze in a panic for a split second before realizing Zhao Lin wanted to fight him in close combat!

It was no wonder. The Ghost Cultivator had never fought a Martial Cultivator before. His subconscious reaction was to use the same tactics he would against a Magic Cultivator.

’Crap!’

Zhao Lin’s speed was like lightning, and he carried an unstoppable momentum. The Ghost Cultivator’s face turned pale, and a sense of dread washed over him.

In his haste, he had no time to cast a spell and could only throw up a Spiritual Energy Shield in desperation.

"Thunder Sound Fist!"

Zhao Lin threw a punch. A white light pierced through the Spiritual Energy Shield and struck the Ghost Cultivator’s body.

Thunder and fire-type magic were the banes of Ghost Cultivators, and of the two, Thunder Skills were even more effective.

The Ghost Cultivator’s eyes rolled back in his head. With a THUD, he fell stiffly to the ground.

Zhao Lin didn’t let his guard down. He chopped down hard on the Ghost Cultivator’s neck, sending several streams of Spiritual Qi into him to seal his Spiritual Acupoints and meridians.

When he touched the Ghost Cultivator’s body, it felt ice-cold, without a trace of warmth.

’A living dead, just as I thought. What’s the point of living like this, neither human nor ghost?’

Zhao Lin sneered, then ignored the Ghost Cultivator and took out a Three Yang Pill to consume.

The Yin Qi in the cave was thick. In just that short time, it had already seeped into his bones and marrow.

He circulated his energy for one cycle. Once he felt a little warmer, he took out a Spirit Stone and sat in meditation to recover his Spiritual Power.

After about an hour, most of his Spiritual Power had recovered, and Zhao Lin got to his feet.

He took a pair of beast-skin gloves from his storage pouch, put them on, and walked over to search the Ghost Cultivator from head to toe.

An Array Plate, an array flag, the Profound Yin Bag, and a worn-out storage pouch.

By this time, the Ghost Cultivator had regained consciousness and was glaring at Zhao Lin with a look of pure hatred.

Zhao Lin said coldly, "Where is my companion?"

The Ghost Cultivator kept his mouth shut.

Zhao Lin didn’t want to waste time, so he directly struck him with a Heart-Shattering Palm, only to find the Ghost Cultivator had no reaction.

Only then did he remember that the Ghost Cultivator was already dead and had long since lost a normal person’s sense of pain.

However, Zhao Lin had other methods. He summoned a Flame Stream Arrow and moved the burning arrowhead closer to the man’s face.

The Ghost Cultivator clenched his jaw, his face a mask of determination, but his trembling body betrayed his inner thoughts.

Zhao Lin didn’t believe he wasn’t afraid of death. If he truly didn’t fear it, why would he have chosen to become a Ghost Cultivator?

"Stop! I’ll talk!"

The Flame Stream Arrow was about to touch his eye when the Ghost Cultivator finally gave in. He pointed to a large boulder not far away and said, "The person is over there."

Dragging the Ghost Cultivator with him, Zhao Lin walked behind the large boulder and found the unconscious Wei Shi.

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