Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 133 Han Li's Crisis Helping Hand
The "God-Slaying Soul-Severing Sword" was a heaven-defying secret technique, truly terrifying to the extreme. It was one of the heaven-defying magical powers that came with the "Soul-Forging Technique," a spiritual cultivation technique.

In the world of cultivating immortals, everyone knows how precious it is to be able to cultivate spiritual power, and this type of power has always been famous for being difficult to practice and having extremely high requirements for the spiritual power of the practitioner.

The "Sword of Killing Gods and Severing Souls" is the essence of the spiritual practice "The Art of Forging the Soul". If one wants to master this heaven-defying secret technique, one must at least possess a spiritual consciousness as powerful and majestic as that of the Nascent Soul stage.

When Lin Fan was in the foundation-building stage, he once encountered a robbery cultivator who blocked his way. At that time, this person used a secret method of spiritual attack, which is the "Spirit Forging Art" that Lin Fan is practicing now.

Lin Fan's "Spirit Forging Art" was delivered to his door by this person. As for why this person was able to perform the secret method of spiritual attack at that time, the reason is actually not difficult to understand.

The spiritual attack that the cultivator used at that time was just a superficial introduction to the spiritual secret technique attached to the "Spirit Forging Technique" - "Sword that Kills Gods and Slashes Souls", and it was performed forcibly, otherwise it would not be so troublesome, and it would not require sitting cross-legged and making various preparations... In the end, Lin Fan was more skilled.

Lin Fan's spiritual talent is outstanding, far beyond that of ordinary people. On the road of cultivation, he relied on his indomitable perseverance and perseverance, and went through countless times of tempering and polishing. Not long ago, he finally succeeded in cultivating this heaven-defying magical power.

Now, after testing it, the power was truly astonishing. In just a moment, it annihilated Tu Tianxiong's soul, who was in the late Jindan stage. Tu Tianxiong had no power to fight back, which clearly showed the terrifying power of the "God-Slaying Soul-Severing Sword".

However, the energy consumption of this attack was also astonishingly high, and Lin Fan's spiritual sense was consumed by several percent in an instant.

If you launch a spiritual attack on a Yuanying stage cultivator, a conservative estimate is that more than 70% of the spiritual power will be consumed. Therefore, this magical power should not be used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary, and can only be used as a trump card.

Lin Fan pinched the sword formula, and the Tianshu Sword hummed and flew to him at a rapid speed. The originally dazzling golden light on the Tianshu Sword had dimmed a lot and lost its former sharpness.

The runes on the sword that were once lively were no longer as active as before, and seemed to be somewhat lethargic.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand and gently grasped the hilt of the sword. As soon as he touched it, he could feel a subtle fluctuation of spiritual power coming from the sword, with a hint of weakness.

He frowned slightly, a trace of solemnity on his handsome face. It seemed that the spiritual power of this magic weapon had been greatly damaged in the self-detonation of Tu Tianxiong's shield magic weapon.

In my current state, if I want to regain connection with my mind and use it freely, I have to spend some time nurturing my Dantian.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, opened his mouth carefully, and put the Tianshu Sword into his dantian.

The spiritual power in the Dantian surged, gently wrapping around the Tianshu Sword. Lin Fan concentrated his mind, guiding the spiritual power in the Dantian, and slowly injected it into the Tianshu Sword. In order to repair its injuries, it would probably take a month of nurturing.

Afterwards, Lin Fan waved his hand, and the storage bag flew into his hands. The bag was stained with blood, but what cultivators cared about was the treasures inside.

He casually held the storage bag and waved his sleeve lightly. A blazing fireball flew out from his fingertips and landed accurately on Tu Tianxiong's body.

A raging fire suddenly ignited, and the fire was so fierce that it swallowed up Tu Tianxiong's body in the blink of an eye.

The flames danced, making crackling sounds, and soon the corpse turned into ashes and drifted away with the wind.

Lin Fan stood there, his eyes like an eagle, scanning the surroundings carefully. After confirming that he had not missed anything valuable, he nodded slightly.

Lin Fan controlled the escape light, soaring through the air at lightning speed. As he flew, he constantly released his spiritual sense, like an invisible net, to survey the surroundings. He didn't dare slack off for even a moment, fearing he would be ambushed by the demonic forces.

It is said that caution is the best strategy. In the world of immortal cultivation, no matter what realm you are in, if you are not careful enough, you may capsize at any time. What's more, Lin Fan is only in the late Jindan stage.

When he approached a small valley, a few miles away, a strong fluctuation of spiritual power mixed with the breath of fighting rushed into his consciousness like a tide.

Lin Fan's heart suddenly tightened, and he became alert in an instant. He immediately used his spiritual sense to investigate with all his strength.

In the valley, several foundation-building monks from the Yue Kingdom were surrounded by nearly ten foundation-building monks from the demonic sect and were engaged in a fierce battle.

The two sides fought back and forth, with swords flashing constantly and gorgeous magic lights intertwining with each other. The shouts and screams made the air around them buzz, and the battle was extremely fierce.

What surprised him was that Han Lao Mo was in the crowd.

At this moment, Old Demon Han had a look of shock and anger on his face, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and fierceness. It was obvious that the current situation was very difficult for him.

Look at the several Foundation Establishment cultivators from Yue State, hiding in a magic circle.

The magic circle was on the verge of crumbling under the fierce attack of the demon monks, but it was still barely holding on.

After a brief thought, Lin Fan guessed that this magic circle should have been set up by Han Lao Mo.

I have to say that this person is indeed as cautious as the rumors say. Every time he goes on an adventure, he always makes full preparations in advance to prevent any accidents.

Lin Fan's thoughts raced through his mind, and he made a decision in an instant.

He thought to himself that it would be better to help Han Lao Mo this time and make the other party owe him a favor, which might come in handy in the future.

While Han Lao Mo's early cultivation seemed mediocre, once he reached the later stages, within the spirit and immortal realms, his cultivation speed was like a rocket. Who knew he would one day become a powerful figure influencing the world? Having made up his mind, Lin Fan flew over from a distance without hesitation. During his flight, he unleashed the unparalleled spiritual pressure of a Jindan-stage cultivator without reservation. His entire body surged with spiritual energy, like a volcano about to erupt.

At the same time, he suddenly shouted: "You little devil bastard who's looking for death!" The voice was like a thunder, containing tremendous spiritual power. It instantly traveled several miles and was clearly heard by all the Foundation Establishment cultivators present.

When the demonic cultivators who were besieging the Yue Kingdom's cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage heard this roar, their faces instantly turned as pale as paper.

One of them shouted in horror: "It's a Jindan stage cultivator, everyone run!" Before he finished speaking, these demonic cultivators used their own escape techniques and fled in all directions in panic, fearing that if they were a little slow, they would be engulfed by the rage of this Jindan stage cultivator.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Fan appeared before everyone's eyes, like a flash of black lightning, crossing a distance of several miles.

His eyes were cold as he glanced at the demonic cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage who were fleeing in a panic, and a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he waved his hand lightly, and several sharp sword energies whizzed out from his fingertips, cutting through the sky. Wherever they passed, the air was cut with a sizzling sound.

With a "swish" sound, accompanied by the crisp sound of a magic weapon breaking, several slower demonic cultivators in the foundation-building stage were unable to dodge and were easily hit by the sword energy.

Their magic weapons shattered in an instant, and their bodies were wrapped in the sword energy, flying backwards like kites with broken strings. Blood spurted out of their mouths, drawing shocking arcs in the air.

In the blink of an eye, these monks lost their breath and fell straight to the ground.

As for those fastest-running demon cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, Lin Fan didn't even bother to look at them.

In the eyes of this Jindan stage cultivator, these Foundation Establishment stage minions were as insignificant as ants. It would be easy to crush them to death. They did not have any treasures worth Lin Fan's effort, so there was no need to waste time chasing them down.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the spiritual power around him slowly converged. Then he turned his gaze to Han Lao Mo and others who were trapped in the magic circle.

The tense nerves of several Foundation Establishment cultivators in the formation were about to break down. When they saw that the person coming was Lin Fan, a Core Formation cultivator from Yue State, their eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.

They originally thought they would be in great danger today under the siege of the demonic monks, but unexpectedly, there would be a light at the end of the tunnel and they were relieved to have survived.

Then, everyone walked out of the magic circle, straightened their somewhat disheveled clothes, and saluted Lin Fan one by one, saying sincerely, "Greetings, Senior. Thank you so much for saving our lives. We have no way to repay you."

Han Li stepped forward quickly from the crowd, his expression respectful, and he bowed politely. His voice was steady and powerful, "Han Li of Huangfeng Valley greets Master Lin. Thank you for saving my life. I have no way to repay you. If you have any requests in the future, please tell me, and I will do my best to complete them."

Han Li's eyes were filled with sincerity and gratitude. He would always remember Lin Fan's help and knew that in this world of immortal cultivation where the strong prey on the weak, such kindness was extremely precious. He also held back when speaking, saying that he would do his best to complete it.

Lin Fan naturally understood the deeper meaning behind Han Lao Mo's words. He did not promise to go through fire and water or die, but only said that he would try his best.

If it were someone else, this attitude might be unpleasant, but Lin Fan didn't take it to heart and had no intention of arguing with Han Lao Mo.

In his opinion, the world of cultivating immortals is full of variables, and it is enough to get Han Li's promise. If there is a real need in the future, he will just have to wait and see what he actually does.

Lin Fan nodded slightly, his eyes calmly scanning the crowd, and said, "Well, I'm going back to the camp. Do you want to go back with me?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand gently, and an invisible spiritual force attracted the storage bags of several demonic cultivators in the foundation-building stage who had just been killed, and they flew into his hands one after another.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Fan waved his sleeves, and several fireballs flew out like meteors, landing accurately on the corpses of those demonic cultivators in the Foundation Establishment stage. A raging fire instantly ignited, turning them into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Thank you very much, senior. We are willing to do so. We hope you can take care of us." Everyone expressed their gratitude, their words full of gratitude and respect.

Everyone knew that this was a sensitive period when Jindan stage cultivators were fighting. If they went back alone, they would most likely encounter other Jindan stage cultivators, and with their foundation building stage cultivation, they would not be able to fight back at all.

These people were previously besieged here by the demonic monks, otherwise they would have returned to the camp long ago.

Han Li, also known as Old Devil Han in everyone's eyes, stood calmly in a corner, but a hint of imperceptible thought flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Lin Fan flipped his hand and summoned a magic boat. The magic boat emitted a soft light all over, and the boat body was engraved with runes, which looked quite extraordinary.

"Come up here."

Lin Fan said calmly.

Everyone did not dare to delay and hurriedly boarded the spirit boat.

Afterwards, Lin Fan controlled the spirit boat, which cut through the sky like a streak of light and sped towards the Yue State camp.

The journey was as fast as lightning. Everyone was silent, immersed in their own thoughts. Only the whistling sound of the spirit boat cutting through the air echoed in their ears.

(End of this chapter)