Chapter 11: A Small Test
Chapter 11: A Small Test
At this moment, not only were several Heterodox Sorcerers staring dumbfounded, but there were also several pairs of eyes watching the figure resting in secret, a chill secretly rising in their hearts.
Possessing great Virtue Merit, this was indeed a tough person to deal with. Only those who had cultivated their Primordial Spirit to become Primordial Spirit True Persons could scheme against such an existence.
For ordinary Unorthodox Paths, once they got involved with such a hard nut to crack, it was enormous trouble!
This Heterodox Sorcerer was an example. With his Fortune/Luck exhausted, even drinking cold water would make him choke. When he encountered a thunderstorm, he was struck dead by lightning on the spot, even implicating others.
“Let’s go!”
The remaining three were already scared out of their wits. Gritting their teeth, they took a look at the feigning Lin Yuan. At the angry shout of one among them, they hurriedly rushed out of the temple.
No matter what, the few decided to leave this place first. As for the death of that eleventh junior brother, the Hemp Robe Sect would later send experts to reclaim their honor.
The three figures moved extremely fast, reaching the temple entrance in the blink of an eye.
Lin Yuan moved even faster!
“Where do you think you’re going?”
A faint voice silently appeared at the door. He wore blue robes with long sleeves, his jet-black long hair tied into a bun secured by a wooden hair ornament. Paired with the quiet and simple scholar’s robes, he looked refined, gentle, and scholarly.
A light flashed on the ground as his figure instantly appeared.
“It’s you?”
The three had already recognized this youth. They stared at Lin Yuan as if facing a great enemy, horrified.
The three inwardly groaned. This ordinary-looking young master was also a cultivator!
And it seemed his cultivation level was far above theirs.
“Fight him to the death!”
“Kill!”
The three spoke fiercely, but in their hearts, they had no real intention of fighting Lin Yuan.
This person before them was a complete porcupine. Losing meant losing their lives!
Winning meant killing a cultivator protected by Virtue Merit, which would also be a mutually ruinous outcome.
Yet they used their full strength, trying to stall Lin Yuan to escape.
As long as they escaped this ancient temple, it would be like fish entering a river—they had plenty of ways to take revenge later.
Amidst the roars, the two straw-hatted figures that had been following the three let out beast-like howls. A bloody wind shook the air as they pounced towards Lin Yuan like lightning.
Pale fangs were faintly visible within the bloody wind.
They were two zombies!
Their bodies sprouted pitch-black hair; they were at least Black Zombies among fifth-tier zombies, leaping like the wind, extremely formidable.
Simultaneously, the other two also brought out their trump cards. Each slapped a gourd at their waist, spewing out a dark-gold bracelet and a pitch-black black-dog nail that shot towards Lin Yuan.
They carried a terrifying bloody wind that made one dizzy.
Those were Magical Artifacts!
Lin Yuan watched curiously. It was his first time seeing Magical Artifacts.
But it was not his first time experiencing battle!
Cultivating the Path of Turbid Sha and Divine Demons, guarding the Yunxiang Tribe for a thousand years, he often sparred with powerful members of the tribe, fought against strong warriors from neighboring Divine Demon Tribes and fierce Yao Clan members. Lin Yuan’s combat experience far exceeded the trio’s imagination.
His figure flashed. Lin Yuan instantly appeared above the two Black Zombies. Bright golden thunderlight gathered in his palms, carrying the unparalleled evil-destroying power of divine thunder!
“Thunder arts!”
The Heterodox Sorcerer controlling the two Black Zombies instantly turned deathly pale.
“Squeak!!” Beside the young hunter, the little white fox that had been watching all along almost shrieked as it curled into a ball. Its pair of intelligent, large eyes watched the scene with extreme fear.
Non-human creatures naturally feared thunder arts.
Not to mention, this pale-golden thunder art was something the little white fox had never seen in its life. Its entire body nearly went limp amidst the thunder, losing all strength.
Thunder arts were overwhelmingly powerful, especially a fearsome divine thunder like Evil-Warding Golden Thunder. Ordinary cultivators didn’t know how much effort it took to master such a profound thunder art.
Even if they mastered it, they might not be able to control it as they wished.
Thunder arts were mighty but extremely prone to losing control!
Only those beings with spiritualized Spiritual Roots had such innate advantages, naturally mastering such profound thunder arts without the risk of losing control.
Boom!
With two flashes of thunderlight, the two Black Zombies howled. Their chests turned charred black as they fell from mid-air, landing stiffly on the ground, bodies burning with pale golden flames. Their souls had already scattered.
Thud!
The Heterodox Sorcerer controlling the two Black Zombies also stiffened. In an instant, the terrifying thunderclap, following the connection, shattered his soul. His eyes widened as his body stiffened and fell straight to the ground.
“Die!”
The only two left paled dramatically. In despair, they also ignited a fierce nature. Glancing at each other, they roared and simultaneously made hand seals. A bloody flame erupted from their chests, transforming into red light that caught up with the two Magical Artifacts, speeding towards Lin Yuan.
After spitting out a mouthful of vital-essence blood, the two were already mostly drained, lying on the ground as if they had lost all strength.
The little white fox and the several pairs of eyes outside the temple saw clearly. All eyes were horrified. That was the Hemp Robe Sect’s Blood Light Spirit Protection Art, using half of one’s vital-essence blood as the price to briefly triple the power of their Magical Artifacts!
“Petty tricks!”
Lin Yuan’s expression remained indifferent. His figure hovered motionless in mid-air as a pale golden thunderlight transformed into a light screen, blocking the two Magical Artifacts.
The several pairs of eyes inside and outside the ancient temple saw clearly. Under the thunderlight, upon contact, the two Magical Artifacts were as if heavily struck.
The two Hemp Robe Sect disciples’ desperate attack hadn’t shaken this young master at all.
The potency of Magical Artifacts was ultimately somewhat weak. If they had been Treasures, even the lowest ordinary Treasure, this young master would have had to be a bit more cautious.
Bam! Bam!
Two golden arcs of lightning blasted through. Dazzling electrical light erupted from the two Magical Artifacts before they scattered and fell to the ground with a crash.
The two Heterodox Sorcerers were impacted. Their already weakened bodies spat out another mouthful of bloody mist as they lay on the ground, barely alive.
His figure flashed. Lin Yuan quietly appeared five steps away from them. The two Heterodox Sorcerers on the ground stared at Lin Yuan with unwilling, extremely venomous gazes.
“Kill us! The Hemp Roge Sect will definitely find you!”
One of the figures gritted his teeth, eyes bloodshot.
Lin Yuan’s expression was cold. His gaze fell on the two, a trace of ice flashing in his eyes.
“I don’t want to say too much. I give you two choices. One is soul dispersion!”
A flicker of fear passed through the eyes of the two on the ground.
Many cultivators weren’t afraid of death, but they feared soul dispersion. Once souls scattered, it meant complete, permanent disappearance, never to be reborn.
Lin Yuan spoke again. “The second is answer my questions, and I will use my Virtue Merit to guide your reincarnation!”
Using Virtue Merit to guide departed souls meant that in their next life, even if they couldn’t re-enter the path of cultivation, at the very least they wouldn’t fall into the Animal Path to be beasts of burden.
A glimmer of struggle flashed in their eyes. After a moment, the seventh junior brother rasped, looking at Lin Yuan.
“What do you want to ask? Regarding anything about the Hemp Robe Sect, even if you scatter our souls, we will never reveal a single word!”
Lin Yuan’s expression was noncommittal. Only a faint glow flickered in his eyes as he looked at them. “Tell me, why did you suddenly appear in this area?”
He paused briefly before adding, “Also, what kind of place is the Hemp Robe Sect? And how are cultivation realms divided?”
The last sentence was the key. Lin Yuan’s eyes shone with a peculiar light.