Wanfa Daojun, starting from the Little Cloud and Rain Technique

Chapter 601 The True Demon Strikes
Ji An asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you exchange these resources at the warehouse?"

Wan Jinrong said helplessly:

"The Fortress Warehouse requires redemption on demand, and I want to stock up more, so I'm contacting you."

Vajra Pills, Purifying Talismans, and Stabilizing Talismans are all strategic resources. Personnel participating in the battle can receive them normally, but other 'internal staff' need to exchange for them, and there are strict limits on the quantity.

If he goes to exchange, he can exchange a maximum of two of each item, because he always stays inside the fortress.

Ji An considered his reserves; he needed to set aside enough to cope with future situations.

He has planted a batch of materials for talismans, which will be ready for harvest in a few years, but he only has one of the main ingredients for the Vajra Pill: the Vajra Bodhi Fruit. It will probably be very difficult for him to buy other ingredients.

After a moment's hesitation, he replied:
"I can sell up to one hundred high-grade purification talismans, five high-grade mind-stabilizing talismans, and twenty fine Vajra pills."

Wan Jinrong waved his hand and said with great pride:
"I'll take them all. How many spirit stones?"

The other party directly produced high-grade talismans and fine pills, without trying to fob him off, which pleased him greatly.

Ji An recalled for a moment and said:

"Let's calculate according to the prices given to me by the certification association: five high-grade spirit stones for each superior-grade mind-stabilizing talisman, three hundred low-grade spirit stones for each superior-grade mind-purifying talisman, and four hundred spirit stones for each premium Vajra Pill."

There were a total of twenty-five high-grade spirit stones and thirty-eight thousand low-grade spirit stones.

If you offer someone a discount, you should mention it; you can't do good deeds anonymously.

"This is the price from two years ago, right? You're getting ripped off by calculating it this way, fellow Daoist. I'll be too embarrassed to ask you for help next time."

Wan Jinrong took out some high-grade spirit stones and counted them out:
"Thirty high-grade spirit stones, fellow Daoist, please don't think it's too little."

"After we leave Misty Mountain, I'll buy the pills at market prices. Since you're helping me out, I can't let you suffer a loss."

Resources like the Purification Talisman are inevitably listed as strategic reserves by various forces. Although families may have reserves, those are public reserves, and it is best to keep some privately as a backup.

Ji An declined briefly, then put away the spirit stones and handed over the talismans and pills to the other party.

Wan Jinrong counted the items, put them into the Void Stone, and laughed:
“Fellow Daoist, you have been refining pills and cultivating diligently in the attic every day for two years. I imagine you must feel bored at times.”

I've had some free time lately, so why don't we join a patrol mission together? That way, we can get a firsthand feel for the kind of combat we'll be facing in the future.

He paused, a hint of pride in his voice:
"You don't need to worry about safety. We'll be with Jinru's team. My sister is a very good fighter!"

Ji An smiled and said, "It's possible for now, but my tasks are always very heavy. I can only rest one day out of ten."

"Please arrange your time, and I'll let Zhang Haoyang, who's in charge of supplies, know in advance."

"Great, it's settled then."

At noon, the four cultivators at the Chaoyuan stage each frantically fled on their magical artifacts, while True Person Moyun followed behind, riding on crimson clouds.

A full squad, consisting of one Golden Core cultivator, about fifteen Yuan Stage cultivators, and fifty Foundation Establishment cultivators, has now been reduced to just five survivors.

Master Moyun was not in good condition; the veins on his face and exposed skin were bulging, like black and red demonic snakes writhing wildly.

It was obvious that his body was contaminated, and judging from his distorted expression, he must be feeling very unwell.

Their enemy was a humanoid true demon with two red, curved goat horns, but with a pair of fleshy wings resembling those of a bat.

The true demon was a towering figure, standing at least two zhang tall, with thick black smoke constantly rising from its horns. It had no feet, but instead possessed thick hooves resembling those of a horse, and its skin was crimson and bloody, like a skinned frog.

It carried a bone blade that shimmered with red light and had twisted black patterns on its surface, its face full of mocking, cat-and-mouse humor.

Whenever the enemy gets close, Master Moyun uses his magical artifacts to fight back.

His magic weapon was a crimson flying sword that could transform into a two-zhang-long (approximately 6.6 meters) long sword, much wider and thicker than a normal flying sword.

Each attack of the magic weapon was accompanied by a sky full of flames, but no matter how wildly the fire elemental power that it was usually so proud of burned, it could not do anything to the true demon.

The true demon bathed in the sea of ​​fire, letting out a wild and ferocious laugh.

Furthermore, the magical weapon's strikes were parried by the True Demon wielding his bone blade. The once thunderous attack failed to achieve its purpose, and Master Moyun's face showed even more anxiety.

He was only a fourth-level Golden Core cultivator, but judging from the power of the demonic energy surging from the enemy, the opponent was likely a true demon at the late Golden Core stage.

In the entire Black Wind Ridge fortress, only Master Yunyan is capable of fighting.

The true demon scoffed:

"Is this all you've got? Run away, you lowly insects! But your fate is sealed; your flesh and blood will all be devoured by my precious creature!"

Master Moyun couldn't understand the language of the true demon, but he could understand what the other party meant.

Not only him, but the other survivors also recognized the true demon's mockery.

"Master, don't worry about us, you should go."

A monk cried out in grief and indignation, "If it weren't for their hindrance, this man would have already escaped to heaven."

Another cultivator let out a hoarse roar, "Master, you go first, remember to avenge everyone."

The other two looked at each other in panic, fearing that Master Moyun might leave. Although the chances were slim, they thought that if he stayed, things might turn around.

If real people tried to escape alone, they would have no chance of survival.

“Master, we should be close to the fortress now. If we hold on a little longer, we can all be saved.”

One of the monks' voices sounded extremely distorted; he was terrified.

With each swift strike of the enemy's blade, a teammate fell, their flesh and soul instantly devoured by the demonic soldiers.

He witnessed up close a teammate being cleaved in two with a knife, his body quickly becoming shriveled like a sweet potato that had lost its moisture, and finally crumbling into inch-long pieces, leaving no trace of his remains.

Master Moyun took out a high-grade Bing Fire Divine Thunder Talisman and activated it, briefly forcing the true demon back.

The True Demon roared, "Now that's more like it! Your previous attacks were like tickling me. Go harder, and I can still take it!"

He clutched the remaining talismans in his hand and shouted:

"Quickly, retreat to the due east."

Although he was constantly on the run, he kept track of the team's location. If he lost his composure, the team would be wiped out.

His sense of direction told him that the fortress was already more than ten miles ahead.

Master Moyun felt a burning pain all over his body, as if his internal organs were being torn apart by thousands of insects and ants, but he gritted his teeth and tried his best not to show it.

He flew ahead on a cloud to lead the way, and whenever he saw the enemy about to catch up, he would activate a Bing Fire Divine Thunder Talisman.

The true demon followed unhurriedly behind, a fleeting glint of mockery in his eyes.

The human cultivators were in agony. They tried their best to escape, but the enemy always managed to close the distance quickly.

Master Moyun suddenly shouted, "Speed ​​up! The fortress is just ahead!" In the demonic mist, his field of vision was farther than others, and he could vaguely see the light ahead.

This feeling was so familiar; it was a ray of hope.

The disciples at the Chaoyuan stage were invigorated. After flying for a while, they saw a faint light ahead and unanimously poured all their remaining mana into the magical artifact.

Once we get back to the fortress, we'll be safe. Who would want to die if they can live?

Master Moyun slowed down slightly, falling a bit behind the others. He still had a top-grade Binghuo Divine Thunder Talisman in his hand, which he wouldn't hesitate to use if the True Demon pursued too fiercely.

The battle after encountering the True Demon was one-sided. His attacks had little effect on the True Demon, and his flying swords occasionally hit their targets, but only penetrated a few inches into the enemy's skin.

He understood that it wouldn't be too difficult for the enemy to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

His motives for leading his team to escape were not noble; the sacrifice of his team members bought them time to flee.

Now that hope was at hand, he decided to provide a final shield for others, and at that moment, his mind was filled with righteous indignation.

Although he was only on his own, the power of the top-grade talisman should be enough to deter the true demon from continuing the pursuit.

Of course, it's best to avoid using talismans if possible.

The true demon flew into this land of light, its fist-sized, crimson eyes suddenly gleaming. It grinned, revealing a gaping maw and sharp, white teeth.

The light made it feel slightly uncomfortable, so it raised its hand and forcefully flung the bone blade in its hand.

Master Moyun's eyes narrowed sharply. He had been watching the True Demon's movements, but he only saw the Demon raise his hand.

A flash of red light appeared before my eyes, followed by the sound of something cutting through the air.

Almost at the same time as the sound of something tearing through the air rang out, two more screams were heard.

The two sounds overlapped, but were immediately drowned out by the violent impact.

He turned his body slightly, making sure he could see the demon's movements, while quickly glancing at it.

Just two or three zhang away from the city wall, the bodies of two team members were strung together by bone blades like candied hawthorns.

The bone blade, embedded in the wall, was still trembling slightly.

Master Moyun was terrified; the enemy had been holding back all along, and this was not his imagination.

At this moment, he could no longer be stingy and immediately poured his magic power into the talisman.

After activating the talisman, he didn't even look at the result, and rode the magic weapon to fly towards the fortress at the fastest speed with an infinite trajectory.

He dared not expose his back to the true demon, and while flying away, he could also catch a glimpse of the enemy's movements out of the corner of his eye.

Crimson lightning appeared above the True Demon, but then countless black wisps suddenly erupted from the True Demon's body, instantly forming something resembling a suit of armor.

The lightning struck, and the true demon accepted it all, letting out a painful roar.

Upon hearing the roar, Master Moyun felt a pang of panic and chest tightness, his mind churning. He gritted his teeth and flew into the fortress.

Once his body was fully inside the fortress, the anti-air formation activated, pulling him towards the ground.

He did not resist, letting the force act on him, and then landed smoothly.

As his tense mood suddenly relaxed, he let out a painful howl. Now that his life was no longer threatened, the pain in his body was magnified infinitely.

Another thing is that the purification array started to work on him. Every breath he took felt like swallowing magma, and his throat was burning with pain.

Outside the fortress, the lightning dissipated, and the armor formed from demonic energy on the True Demon's body had disappeared. There was a wound more than two feet long on his shoulder, which was still flashing with crimson lightning.

It raised its hand and made a grabbing motion forward, and the bone blade that had sunk into the city wall flew back, shattering the two unfortunate cultivators.

A ferocious smile flashed across its face as it disappeared back into the gray mist.

The loud crash startled Yunyan Zhenren awake, and she immediately realized that the fortress had been attacked.

She immediately leaped up from her seated futon, opened the attic window, and jumped out. She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed; this was the only downside of the anti-flight formation.

She ran towards the direction from which the sound came and witnessed Master Moyun land. She sped up and rushed over, where she witnessed the strange phenomena surrounding him.

Master Moyun also noticed her arrival, and a smile flashed across his face, but due to the torment of pain, the smile looked particularly strange.

Master Yunyan rushed to Master Moyun's side and asked with concern:

"Is your injury serious? What happened?"

She glanced around, her expression turning cold, and said in a deep voice:

"Where are your teammates? Are there only two left?"

Two cultivators who had narrowly escaped death were standing behind Master Moyun, and they reached out to help him up.

Faced with a barrage of questions, Master Moyun's face grew even more bitter. He pointed behind him and replied in a trembling voice:
"We encountered a very powerful true demon. I felt it was at the late Golden Core stage. Only the three of us survived."

"Don't worry about me. Go out quickly and see if you can catch up with the enemy. Be careful, it's very strong."

Having spent several years with his teammates, watching them fall one by one before his eyes left him with a bitter taste in his mouth.

He may not be able to take revenge himself, but he can find someone capable of doing so to help him.

Master Yunyan nodded gently, "You have been corrupted by demonic energy. Quickly take the Vajra Pill."

After saying that, she rushed up the wall like a gust of wind, and her magic weapon was summoned, a chain that looked like a red-hot branding iron.

She leaped out, and freed from the constraints of the anti-flight array, she immediately took flight.

The magical artifact transformed into a fire serpent, hovering in the air. After emitting a strange hissing sound, it plunged into the demonic mist.

This is a high-grade third-tier magic weapon, adept at entangling attacks, and is her offensive magic weapon.

A precious pearl shimmering with yellow spiritual light appeared above Yunyan Zhenren's head, radiating a protective glow upon her.

This is her natal magic weapon, the Mountain Pearl, which can transform into a majestic mountain to suppress enemies and also spew forth earth-elemental spiritual light to protect herself.

After becoming a Golden Core cultivator, she invested most of her wealth into two magical treasures, which in turn contributed to her illustrious reputation.

She followed the fire serpent into the demonic mist, where the gray fog churned and swirled, as if concealing many unseen demons.

Wan Jinru and Wan Jinrong both heard the commotion from the magic array and ran out one after the other to see what was going on.

They found Master Moyun and learned the gist of the matter.

Seeing Wan Jinru eager to chase after him, Master Moyun hurriedly dissuaded her:
"No way! That true demon definitely has the strength of the late Golden Core stage. I feel that his survival is partly due to his deliberate actions."

(End of this chapter)