My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

"You contemptible buffoons, you dare cause trouble on my Ruan Family's territory."

A white-haired Cultivator with meticulously kept beard and hair stood high in the sky. He wore a Purple Gold Crown and a Golden Dragon Robe. Over a dozen Golden Core Cultivators stood respectfully to his side.

Beside him, a Treasure Mirror was emitting a suspended light, its glow covering a thousand-mile radius. Within that thousand miles, any change in the Spiritual Mechanism was recorded in the mirror. Even the faint Spiritual Qi a mere mortal might naturally absorb over time was revealed in perfect detail.

If one could not completely contain their Magical Power within their body, without a single drop leaking, they could not escape the pursuit of this Grand Thousand Mirror.

The two Body Refining Cultivators had indeed reached a state of containment, able to lock all their Gang Qi within their Acupoints. But among their group were several other Cultivators whose Cultivation was only at Foundation Establishment.

They were incapable of completely containing their Magical Power within their bodies.

The Treasure Mirror possessed an Artifact Spirit and could automatically screen for auras. After the white-haired Cultivator brought out this Tier Four Magical Treasure from his family, he had it collect the auras left behind by the group. Once a target was locked, it could blast out a beam of light from the mirror to kill them automatically.

Suddenly, a yellow dot flickered on the Treasure Mirror.

The white-haired Cultivator looked puzzled. The Treasure Mirror's Artifact Spirit was showing signs of being uncertain about the target.

With a flicker of his Divine Thought, the image on the Grand Thousand Mirror rapidly magnified. Deep within an underground water vein, a whale-like, fish-like Demon was tunneling away into the distance at an astonishing speed.

"No wonder I couldn't find you. You actually tamed such a Demon and used the underground water veins to evade our pursuit!"

The white-haired Cultivator was overjoyed. A shimmering golden Spirit Talisman flew from his sleeve, and he spat a mouthful of Magical Power onto it.

The Spirit Talisman instantly flared with Spiritual Light. The next moment, the soil ahead of the underground current was forced up to the surface, and the rushing river water shot high into the air like a geyser.

"Trying to escape?"

He activated the Spirit Talisman again, and the ground below collapsed with a thunderous roar as if in an earthquake, revealing the entire subterranean river.

After releasing all of its power, the Spiritual Light on the Spirit Talisman quickly faded, and it drifted down as a piece of ordinary paper.

"You forced me to use a Mountain Earth Talisman. You think you can still get away?"

The whale-like, fish-like Demon was blasted onto the riverbank. Its body was shockingly large, fifty or sixty feet long. It opened its mouth and spat out the entire group of people from before.

Several of the Ruan Family's Cultivators looked on with greedy eyes. This Demon was filled with pure Spiritual Qi, a true Spirit Beast. It had traveled through the underground water veins, forcing them to bring out the Grand Thousand Mirror just to find its trail, and it had even remained unharmed by their ancestor's Mountain Earth Talisman.

'If I could tame it for protection, I'd be able to come and go from many dangerous places as I please.'

The white-haired Cultivator naturally knew what these juniors were thinking. However, his perception was far beyond that of a Golden Core Cultivator. He could tell with a single glance that this was no ordinary Demon; it possessed some special bloodline and might even be a rare, exotic species.

'However, to subdue this Demon, I'll have to deal with that woman first.'

As he thought this, his gaze fell upon a tall woman with black hair and a face as beautiful as the autumn moon. Although this woman's Cultivation was only at the Perfect Golden Core Realm, her Power was far beyond that of an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator.

The white-haired Cultivator formed a spell with his hands, and a Spirit Talisman flew from his sleeve. He had been born with an awakened Divine Technique for the Talisman Dao, and his Talent for Talisman Making far surpassed that of ordinary people. Even when using the same Talisman, its power was much greater in his hands.

The next moment, the Spirit Talisman transformed into a menacing Cold Qilin. From their previous exchange, he had discovered that the woman possessed the two very troublesome Divine Techniques of Nanming Li Fire and Water Control, so he had specifically created this Cold Qilin Talisman to counter her.

Just then, the Grand Thousand Mirror beside him began to buzz violently. A dazzling red dot flickered on its surface, moving so fast that it traced a red line across the mirror.

"What?!"

The white-haired Cultivator was utterly astonished. At that speed, the target would appear before him in just over ten breaths.

'What kind of Tunneling Speed is that? It can cross a thousand miles in just over ten breaths!'

Panic seized him. With a wave of his sleeve, he summoned more than a dozen Spirit Talismans. He blew out a breath of Spiritual Qi, activating all of the Earth Gold Bell Talismans.

The next moment, a massive Golden Bell materialized in the air, enveloping the white-haired Cultivator. Even after casting this Golden Bell Technique, he still felt uneasy. He activated the Purple Gold Crown on his head, which transformed into a purple cloud that shielded the Golden Bell.

The Purple Gold Crown on his head was a Tier Four Defensive Magical Treasure. This crown could manifest a Purple Cloud Body Protection. Ordinary Magic would be converted back into Spiritual Qi upon entering the purple cloud. Even Magical Treasures known for their Power of Attack could not break through this dense purple cloud in a short time.

In Magical Combat, with the protection of his Purple Gold Crown and the Earth Gold Bell Shield, he was practically invincible. He only needed to continuously activate Spirit Talismans to attack his enemies. He won far more than he lost, building a formidable reputation for the Ruan Family.

The Golden Core Cultivators attending their ancestor saw him suddenly deploy all sorts of defenses and had a bad feeling. Just as the thought of fleeing entered their minds, a world-shattering BOOM resounded.

The few who were closest were killed by the aftershock before they could even register what had attacked them.

The Golden Core Cultivators farther away were not in the direct path of the attack. Their Defensive Spirit Lights barely blocked the blow, but they were still sent flying over a thousand feet and were seriously injured.

Suppressing the intense pain wracking their bodies, they looked toward their ancestor. They saw a Flying Sword that had pierced straight through their ancestor's famous Purple Cloud Crown. It had driven onward, shattering several layers of the Earth Gold Bell Shield before its momentum finally ceased.

The white-haired Cultivator's face was as white as his beard and hair, drained of all color. If the Grand Thousand Mirror hadn't warned him in advance and given him time to prepare, that one sword strike would have likely diced him into mincemeat.

Shocked and terrified, he hastily tapped the Cold Qilin Talisman, which transformed into a Cold Qilin that bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it lunged toward the Flying Sword.

As a battle-hardened Nascent Soul True Monarch, the white-haired Cultivator naturally knew that when fighting a Sword Cultivator, the top priority was to lock down their Flying Sword. He absolutely could not allow it to build up momentum.

With a clap of thunder, the Flying Sword that had pierced the Golden Bell Shield vanished in an instant. The vicious Cold Qilin lunged at empty air.

"Instant Sword Technique!"

The white-haired Cultivator's heart was about to burst from terror.

Among Sword Cultivators, the Realms of Refining Sword into Gang, Sword Qi Thunder Sound, Sword Light Division, and Refining Sword into Silk were like four dragon gates, each one filtering out a vast number of Sword Cultivators with insufficient Talent. Even those who could master Refining Sword into Silk in the Nascent Soul Realm could be called geniuses among Sword Cultivators.

But a Swordsmanship technique like the Instant Sword Technique was something that even among Nascent Soul Sword Cultivators, only a rare few—as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin's horn—could master.

This type of Swordsmanship required a Sword Cultivator to master extremely difficult Escape Techniques like Thunder Escape and Light Escape, and to cultivate them to a very high Realm. Only then could they use their sword to execute the Escape Technique.

When a Cultivator who had mastered the Instant Sword Technique struck, their sword moved with almost no pattern and left no traceable path. An opponent might not even realize they'd been struck until after they were already dead.

Mastering the Instant Sword Technique made killing a Cultivator of the same realm as easy as killing a chicken. Without some powerful tricks up one's sleeve, one wouldn't even be qualified to engage in Magical Combat with them.

The white-haired Cultivator was terrified, but after a moment, he came back to his senses.

'No, if my opponent had truly mastered the Instant Sword Technique, how could I still be alive? I should have been decapitated by the very first strike.'

'But that strike just now was far too similar to the legendary Thunder Instant Sword Skill.'

"Ancestor! Someone's down there! Someone's down there!"

A Golden Core Cultivator shouted, pointing at the Demon below.

The white-haired Cultivator looked down and saw a man with a handsome, refined face, whose presence was as bright and clear as the moon, standing among the group of brigands.

Yang Jing glanced at Iron Head, whose aura was weak, and at Si Taizhen, from whom he could smell the thick stench of blood. His expression darkened. Even his other disciples had suffered significant injuries.

"Rest easy, all of you. Once I've dealt with this beast, Master will heal your wounds."

With just one look, he could tell that if Si Taizhen's injuries were not treated promptly, it would directly affect her future Nascent Soul Formation.

It was only because Yang Jing had recently mastered the technique to Transform Thunder into Water that he could be so calm. Otherwise, he would have had to postpone his revenge, flee with his disciples, and search for Spirit Medicine to refine a Healing Treasure Pill.

"Master, have you reached the Nascent Soul Realm?!"

Iron Head, clad in his Taiyin Demon-Suppressing Armor, looked at his master. Even with his Bright Qi Talent, he felt as though his master was shrouded in a fog, like a bottomless, azure abyss.

"To slay these clay chickens and pottery dogs, why would I need Nascent Soul Cultivation?"

Yang Jing had just uttered words that, to anyone else, would have sounded like the ravings of an arrogant fool who didn't know his own limits.

In his eyes, however, this Nascent Soul Cultivator was far inferior to Ah Guoshami. At the very least, he lacked Ah Guoshami's ability to Escape by Transforming into Light.

As for Yang Jing himself, after completing the Five Elements Wheel Yin Yang Dual Aspects, he had undergone a complete transformation, and his Power had increased dramatically. If he were to fight Ah Guoshami again now, he could fight him to a standstill even without borrowing the Moon Demon Aspect.

"Boy, who was it that unleashed that last sword strike? Was it your master?"

the white-haired Cultivator demanded, his voice fierce but his heart wavering. Regardless of whether that strike was the Instant Sword Technique, the fact that it had pierced his Protective Magical Treasure was undeniable.

Such a display of power had greatly diminished the white-haired Cultivator's confidence. He knew he had run into an iron plate. He stopped shouting about killing them and instead showed an intention to sue for peace.

But this Golden Core Cultivator before him was so arrogant! He, a Nascent Soul True Monarch, was demanding an answer, yet the boy simply ignored him.

The white-haired Cultivator flew into a rage from the humiliation. He channeled his Magical Power, and the Cold Qilin lunged forward.

The Cold Qilin Dharma Aspect was already widespread in the Central Continent. Even Qi Cultivators liked to form their Ice Magic into the shape of a Cold Qilin. But the Cold Qilin that the white-haired Cultivator had summoned with his Spirit Talisman truly possessed some of the might of a True Spirit Cold Qilin.

With its lunge, a bone-chilling cold froze the water vapor within a hundred-mile radius into frost and snow. Even the subterranean river that had been forced to the surface was showing signs of freezing over.

Yang Jing glanced at his disciples, whose faces had turned pale and blue from the chilling air, and formed a Sword Mantra with his hand.

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