Martial Immortality: Starting with the Spirit Beast Scroll

It wasn't that Zhao Lin didn't want to get Wei Shi out of the Array sooner; the Array was laid out according to the eight trigram positions of a Bagua.

Zhao Lin held the Array Plate, and whichever position he appeared in, the illusion corresponding to that position would immediately disappear.

Just now, Wei Shi and the Fat Cultivator had been in the "Zhen" position together. Zhao Lin had waited until the two separated before entering the Array to pull him out.

"My willpower still isn't strong enough. The Array completely disoriented me. I'm truly ashamed."

Once outside the Array, Wei Shi breathed a sigh of relief and spoke with some self-deprecation.

"Brother Wei, you did well. At least, far better than him."

Zhao Lin said, gesturing toward the inside of the Array.

Wei Shi followed his gesture and looked into the Array. He saw the Fat Cultivator, his face sometimes filled with resentment, other times contorted with rage, as he charged about like a headless fly.

"The Array won't hold him for long. We need to rest up. I'm afraid we have a vicious battle ahead of us."

After giving this advice, Zhao Lin walked to the side and sat down cross-legged.

"Right!"

Wei Shi knew that Zhao Lin surpassed him in both strategy and strength, so he readily handed over command, content to be the one charging into the fray.

The two of them recovered their stamina while keeping an eye on the situation inside the Array.

Although the Fat Cultivator's will was weak, he relied on his powerful Mana and hadn't suffered any real harm. He could still protect himself even when trapped in the illusion.

As the illusion deepened, the scene inside the Array changed once more.

In a spacious courtyard, a beautiful woman appeared before the Fat Cultivator. Her face was like frost as she said coldly, "Jinlong, you've caused trouble again!"

"You've brought nothing but shame to the Sheng family! As punishment, you are confined for three years."

The Fat Cultivator looked aggrieved and retorted indignantly, "Mother, I didn't cause any trouble! I was just fighting someone."

"Fighting? You were bullying people again, weren't you?"

The beautiful woman snorted. "Though our Sheng family is large and prosperous, we have already wasted two Foundation Establishment Pills on you."

"If you have any ambition left, go earn things for yourself!"

Hearing this, the Fat Cultivator quickly said, "Mother, I know. That's why I went out to perform a sect mission. When you're on a mission, how can you not fight and compete?"

The beautiful woman's expression softened slightly. "What mission are you on? Show me your Body Stone. How many merit points have you accumulated?"

The Fat Cultivator took the Body Stone from his storage pouch and offered it respectfully with both hands. "Mother, please look."

The beautiful woman extended a slender hand, but instead of taking the stone, she suddenly struck, her palm landing heavily on the Fat Cultivator's chest.

BANG!

The Fat Cultivator was sent flying backward. He hit the ground but immediately scrambled back up, roaring, "You bitch! How dare you impersonate my mother!"

With that, he formed a hand seal and cast a "Flying Spear Skill."

A spear over seven feet long and as thick as a fist shot from his hand, instantly piercing through the beautiful woman's chest.

"Jinlong..."

the beautiful woman's illusion called out mournfully before vanishing.

The Fat Cultivator shuddered and spat fiercely. "Ptooey! You think a mere Illusion Array can trap me? Get lost, all of you!"

He roared and began casting Magic, indiscriminately blasting everything within the Array...

"He's wearing armor!"

Zhao Lin frowned and muttered to himself.

By immersing his Divine Sense into the Array Plate, he could perceive everything happening within the Array, including the illusions the Fat Cultivator was seeing.

The Fat Cultivator had taken a heavy blow yet acted as if nothing had happened. This meant he must be wearing high-grade, or even Top Grade, protective armor.

Recalling the conversation between the Fat Cultivator and the beautiful woman, Zhao Lin sensed that this man's family background was anything but ordinary.

"Brother Wei, have you heard of the Sheng family?"

Zhao Lin asked, walking over to Wei Shi.

"The Sheng family? Which Sheng family?"

Wei Shi raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting to the Fat Cultivator.

"I was monitoring the Array just now and learned his surname is Sheng. He's called Sheng Jinlong, and it seems he has some kind of family background."

Zhao Lin explained.

"Sheng Jinlong!"

Wei Shi gave a bitter smile. "Brother Zhao, we're in big trouble."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Lin asked, puzzled.

Wei Shi's expression turned ugly as he muttered to himself, "With that appearance, I should have realized it was him sooner."

He then proceeded to recount the story of Sheng Jinlong and the Sheng family.

Sheng Jinlong was a junior member of the Sheng family, a famous cultivator clan in the Western Ox Continent.

The Chenghua Sect had numerous cultivators, many of whom came from cultivator families. The Sheng family was one of the most renowned cultivator families in the Western Ox Continent.

The Sheng family had a thousand-year heritage and boasted two Purple Mansion Realm cultivators in its clan. One of them even served as a Grand Elder on the continent.

Sheng Jinlong was the direct great-grandson of the other Purple Mansion Realm elder!

Because of his illustrious family background, Sheng Jinlong had been arrogant and domineering since childhood. Relying on the Sheng family's prestige, he committed misdeeds everywhere, a veritable wastrel among cultivators.

Before he was even thirty, his infamy had spread far and wide across the Western Ox Continent.

Wherever he appeared, others would give him a wide berth. Even those who were indignant at his actions were unwilling to provoke him due to the Sheng family's power.

Sheng Jinlong's arrogance finally led him to cause a major disaster over a decade ago: during a dispute outside a marketplace, he publicly beat two cultivators to death. One of them was a disciple from the Spirit Dao Institute who had been cultivating for less than three years.

For such a heinous crime, the death penalty should have been a certainty. However, through the Sheng family's manipulations, the incident was ruled as mutual combat, and he was only sentenced to ten years of hard labor.

Moreover, the place where Sheng Jinlong served his hard labor was one of the Sheng family's own work sites, which was tantamount to receiving no punishment at all.

For this reason, Sheng Jinlong had not been seen in public for many years, and many people had forgotten such a person even existed.

"Our luck is just rotten, running into a plague god like Sheng Jinlong."

Wei Shi said with a sigh.

Zhao Lin didn't speak, his expression turning grim.

BOOM!

Sensing a fluctuation of Mana, Zhao Lin and Wei Shi looked over in unison.

They saw Sheng Jinlong let out a great roar and slap a pale green talisman into the air.

Immediately after, a round log, dark gray all over and as thick as a boulder, appeared in mid-air.

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