After awakening, the female supporting character in the abused novel only wants to ascend to immorta

Chapter 200 The Battle of Fusion
Fortunately, Chi Yuan and his group were clearly more financially powerful, and in the end, Chi Yuan acquired the dragon bone for 30 million high-grade spirit stones.

Although he managed to get it, Chi Yuan's expression in the private room was more solemn than ever before.

"That bastard!" Chi Yuan slammed his hand on the chair next to him, his face so dark it could drip water.

"Your Highness has also noticed who it is?"

"Who else could it be but those self-righteous Phoenix Clan members? Aren't they just trying to use this piece of dragon bone to surrender to Ji Wantang?"

Although their purpose for this trip was similar—to obtain this piece of dragon bone as a gift for Ji Wantang's eighteenth birthday—it was still quite similar.

However, even though he was wealthy and powerful, he was still so angry that his heart and liver ached because the other party had so many more spirit stones.

“But in my opinion, the other party is probably not willing to give up.” Yi Qingyang said, “Elder Mian has been keeping an eye on things in secret, and the Spirit Phoenix Clan seems to have also sent a powerful expert in the Integration Stage to follow them. Elder Mian feels that the person is not much less capable than Elder Mian.”

Upon hearing this, Chi Yuan's arrogance vanished completely, and his expression gradually became cautious: "Then we really should take this piece of dragon bone back with us."

……

Lin Zhao handed over the remaining spirit stones from the people sent by Nie Shenghai. After checking that there were no problems, he hugged the little fox, put a level seven invisibility talisman drawn by Granny Honghu on himself, and followed behind Chi Yuan.

At the same time, Granny Honghu's powerful divine sense enveloped Lin Zhao, completely isolating him from others' detection. Unless there was a powerful being at the Tribulation Transcending stage present, even a being at the Integration stage would not be able to detect Lin Zhao's presence.

Chi Yuan and his group were clearly aware that they were being watched, and it wasn't until nightfall that Lin Zhao heard any movement coming from their private room.

After instructing the little fox not to make a sound, Lin Zhao placed it on his shoulder and silently released his Heavenly Phoenix Wings to follow behind Chi Yuan and the others.

Not knowing how far they had followed, Lin Zhao could only tell from the unfamiliar undulating scenery that they had arrived at the edge of a desolate desert.

As the moonlight faded and the sky grew dark, in the pitch-black night, Lin Zhao could only hear the crisp sound of weapons clashing.

"Quickly, land flat on the ground and don't move!"

Following Grandma Honghu's instructions, Lin Zhao lay down on the ground without hesitation, and even pulled the little fox into her arms.

"I have placed a spiritual mark on your eyes. Look up and watch their battle. This is a rare battle between cultivators at the Fusion stage."

Lin Zhao slowly raised her head. With the blessing of the spiritual seal, the distant scene magnified and became clearer in her eyes, as if it were happening right in front of her.

This was clearly Granny Honghu using her own divine sense to enhance Lin Zhao's divine sense observation; such enhancement was only temporary.

Of course, that little bit of time is enough.

Above the desert, a dark figure stood in the air, his long silver and black hair dancing without wind. A slightly ancient and eerie phoenix mask covered his entire face, and silver mist swirled around him, condensing into long swords with a chilling aura.

Confronting him was a kind-faced old man with a very high forehead and a completely bald head, but with very thick white sideburns and a beard that reached his waist. He was dressed in white, and his sleeves fluttered as he faced the man, giving him a somewhat otherworldly air. However, his eyes were always closed, as if he were asleep.

"Royal Elder, please forgive me." The man in black with long silver hair spoke in a strange, low, hoarse voice, making it impossible to tell if he was male or female, clearly intentional.

The old man stroked his beard, his face still bearing a kind expression, his eyes never opening.

"They've already snatched it right up to the old man's lips, and you still say you've offended him? Your Spirit Phoenix Clan is definitely not as open and honest as the Heavenly Phoenix Clan. No wonder you raised such a wicked child as Yun Ding."

Before Lin Zhao could even consider whether the two Cloud Peaks were the same person, the man in black had already drawn his sword.

His sword was too fast, and even with Lin Zhao's enhanced divine sense, he would not be able to see through the sword moves of a Nascent Soul stage sword cultivator.

Lin Zhao only had time to catch the glimpse of a blooming lotus in the cold water of the opponent's sword's tail, and judged that this was the Thousand Spirits Sword Technique, the signature sword technique of the Cloud Peak Immortal Venerable. It seems that this Cloud Peak is indeed the one he was thinking of.

It's true what they say, enemies are destined to meet.

Lin Zhao silently wished that these two forces would quickly suffer mutual destruction.

Old Man Mian chuckled: "Young man, it's good to have guts, but if you're too hot-blooded, you'll hurt yourself and others."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cane, as white as jade, slowly appeared in his hand.

Without any apparent exertion, Elder Mian simply tapped his cane lightly, and from the center of Elder Mian's feet, concentric circles of milky-white ripples spread outwards from the void.

The black-clad man's sword shadow slowed down visibly upon contact with the ripples, and finally dissipated completely into a blur of light and shadow when it first touched the last ripple.

"This skill of using softness to overcome hardness is truly rare," Grandma Honghu exclaimed.

This was the first time Lin Zhao had ever seen someone wield a spiritual technique so effortlessly, as if casually tapping the ground while walking around at home.

"How terrifying is his ability to control spiritual energy and his comprehension of spiritual techniques?" Lin Zhao thought to himself.

As expected, the old monsters who have reached the point of fusion are no pushovers.

As if he had expected this, the man in black pointed his silver sword and was already in front of Elder Mian in the next moment.

As he approached, Elder Mian's previously composed expression finally turned somewhat serious. He raised his cane and blocked the silver sword's blow.

The man in black held a sword in one hand and formed a spirit seal with the other, striking towards Elder Mian. In the pitch black, Lin Zhao only had time to capture their attack and defense before noticing that the other man also had a silver eye just like Qu Shu's, but his other eye was a deep, pitch-black one.

With heterochromatic eyes and long silver-black hair, I suddenly felt that the mask he was wearing was somewhat superfluous.

With such obvious features, who wouldn't recognize them?

"Pay attention, don't get distracted." Grandma Honghu's stern voice echoed in Lin Zhao's mind.

Lin Zhao quickly composed himself and focused his attention on the confrontation between the two.

The black-clad man unleashed a barrage of spiritual seals, but Elder Mian seemed oblivious, merely waving his cane to deflect the opponent's sword attacks.

Just as the array formed by the spiritual seals was about to land on Elder Mian, his hand, which had been motionless, rose up, and his eyes, which had been closed all this time, slowly opened.

His open eyes were nothing special, not even as deep and powerful as the eyes of some ordinary old people. But as soon as his eyes opened, Elder Mian's hand seemed to casually tap a spot in the void, directly freezing the coverage of the formation.

"How is this possible?!" Lin Zhao stared at the scene in disbelief.

If the spirit arrays of spirit masters are so easy to break, who in this world would want to be a spirit master?
“It wasn’t revealed all at once, watch carefully.” Grandma Honghu’s tone was filled with surprise: “This is a battle between two Grandmasters of Spirit Talismans, you little girl, you’re very lucky.”

Lin Zhao stared intently at Elder Mian's aged hand, feeling his eyes grow dry, before realizing that when Elder Mian pointed out, countless tiny white lines seemed to spread out from his fingertip.
No, these spreading fine lines seem to be the arc that the head of the cane made when Elder Mian blocked the attack.
He used the end of his cane as a weapon and the head of the cane as a talisman to silently write the formation.

So this single pointing finger establishes the key point of the formation?!
As a fellow spirit talisman master, Lin Zhao couldn't tell what the formation was, but he could sense that it was a passive defensive formation; the stronger the attack, the stronger the defensive formation.

Therefore, Elder Mian waited for the opponent's attack formation to be unleashed.

To perform this in a battle where death could be at any moment requires an extraordinary level of skill and composure from a spirit talisman master.
"I knew you old turtle would do this." The man in black remained calm, even a little sarcastic, in the face of Elder Mian's move.

"Old tortoise, take a good look. Do you think you can withstand my methods?"