Mortal Cultivator: Lin Tianzun

Chapter 139: Five Years and the Attack on the Demonic Transport Team

Time flies like a white horse passing by, and five years have passed in a flash.

During these five years, Lin Fan became a frequent visitor to the Jinguyuan battlefield. Every few days, he would fight with the Jindan stage cultivators of the six sects of the Demonic Path.

After each battle, when he returned to the camp cave, he could see Li Linger's bright smile. The two of them were instantly immersed in the gentle land that belonged to them alone, intimate and affectionate, overflowing with tenderness and love.

Not long ago, Lin Fan killed a Jindan stage cultivator from the Hehuan Sect with his sword.

After searching for a while, he found that there were no rare treasures in the storage bag, which made him feel a little disappointed.

But when he found out about several dual cultivation techniques, his eyes lit up instantly and he secretly rejoiced in his heart.

After reading it carefully, some of the contents related to sex techniques left him dumbfounded and amazed.

From then on, whenever he had free time, Lin Fan would take Li Ling'er to study the Yin and Yang together, and in the process, they enjoyed a gentle and sweet time.

On the other side, Chen Qiaoqian and Qin Xianer finally found Xin Ruyin after going through untold hardships.

After some earnest negotiations, they offered Xin Ruyin a thousand-year-old elixir as a reward and begged her to help repair the teleportation array.

Xin Ruyin was moved by their sincerity and agreed. After years of day and night research, they finally succeeded. The two successfully obtained the teleportation array repair diagram and returned to Yellow Maple Valley together.

However, upon returning to Yellow Maple Valley, they discovered everything had changed. Chen Qiaoqian learned that her husband, Lin Fan, had gone to the battlefield in Golden Valley, and Qin Xian'er hadn't found her master. Before they could recover from this sudden change, they were hastily dispatched by the sect's stewards to the battlefield in Golden Valley, where they were thrown into the brutal fray.

Li Ling'er received several top-grade magical instruments from Lin Fan, along with precious medicinal elixirs, and fought with all her might on the battlefield. Over the years, she had accumulated numerous military achievements, and it wouldn't be long before she could earn a Golden Elixir through her exploits.

By coincidence, Chen Qiaoqian and Li Ling'er met on the battlefield. Both women, they held unique identities: one was Lin Fan's concubine, the other, though promised a Daoist partner, had yet to hold a ceremony. This delicate status created an unspoken rivalry between the two.

Every time she served Lin Fan, she racked her brains and came up with new and creative ideas, which made Lin Fan very happy and allowed him to enjoy the blessing of having many wives. He was truly blessed.

Time slipped quietly by. A month ago, undercover agents from the Seven Factions Alliance of Yue State, after overcoming numerous hardships, uncovered a bombshell: a convoy from the Six Demonic Sects, transporting precious resources, would pass through the treacherous Black Moon Canyon. The canyon, with its towering cliffs and winding roads, was a perfect natural ambush location.

Upon learning of this, the Seven Sects Alliance of Yue Kingdom immediately carefully selected elite disciples from each sect to form an elite team. These disciples were all leaders in their sects, possessing unique skills and strength far exceeding those of their peers. Now, they gathered together with a single goal: to snipe and kill the demonic transport team in the Black Moon Grand Canyon and deal a decisive blow to the six sects of the demonic sect.

After more than ten days of arduous journeys, the elite Yue Alliance team finally arrived at the Black Moon Canyon. Hundreds of Yue cultivators, like cheetahs lurking in the darkness, lay dormant on both sides of the canyon. Lin Fan, the overall commander of this operation, stood high in the sky, gazing into the distance.

They held their breath, hiding behind boulders, bushes, and jagged mountain walls, concentrating all their spiritual energy, fearing a single glimmer of presence. They wore the attire of their respective sects: the disciples of the Yellow Maple Valley in elegant yellow silk robes, the female cultivators of the Moon-Blanking Sect in moon-white veils, their hems fluttering in the breeze, each with their own unique charm.

To ensure the success of this operation, the Yue cultivators set up a powerful magic array around the canyon. Masters of the magic array technique busily moved around, inserting precious mid-grade spirit stones into their designated locations, chanting incantations to activate the mid-grade spirit stones' energies. Suddenly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly, crisscrossing threads of spiritual energy, weaving an invisible net over the canyon.

Time slipped silently and slowly, and before anyone knew it, several days had passed. Just as everyone's patience was about to wear thin with the long wait, a heavy, chaotic noise came from the distance, like rocks collapsing and the earth shaking. Following the sound, they saw a large group of people marching towards the canyon.

The group was enormous, with a rough count of at least a hundred people. Leading the charge were several gigantic monsters, each as large as a hill, their bodies covered in thick, rough scales that gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Their heads were massive, their blood-red pupils revealing savagery and brutality. Their sturdy limbs stomped the ground, shaking the earth with every step. Behind these beasts, they dragged massive chariots, their bodies engraved with strange runes and emitting a cold, dark glow.

On the chariot, several powerful Jindan stage monks stood majestically. The leader was wearing a black robe, the corners of his clothes rustling in the wind. His face was stern and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

Behind them stood a row of carriages laden with supplies, each pulled by several equally sturdy spirit horses. The carriages were shrouded in thick black draperies, emanating a faint aura of mystery. The demonic cultivators escorting the carriages wore alert expressions, each holding a magical weapon and carrying storage bags dangling from their waists. They were clearly well-trained elite troops.

As the group of people gradually approached, the Yue monks hiding in the canyon instantly tensed up their nerves, their heartbeats involuntarily quickened, they gripped their magic weapons tighter, and spiritual power flowed around their bodies, waiting for the order to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

In an instant, the time was ripe. Lin Fan roared, "Kill!" This roar resonated like thunder throughout the Black Moon Canyon. Almost instantly, the Yue cultivators hidden on both sides of the canyon attacked.

All of a sudden, countless rays of light rose from all directions, and various spiritual powers intertwined and converged. In the blink of an eye, solid spiritual runes and lines of light appeared all around.

These runes and lines intertwined and entwined, quickly outlining a vast and complex magic circle. Within the magic circle, runes flickered, spiritual light surged, and surging energy waves, like surging waves, rolled towards the magic transport team.

The leader of the demonic transport team reacted extremely quickly. The moment the Yue cultivators shouted, he realized something was wrong and shouted sternly, "There is an ambush! Everyone, prepare for defense!" As soon as the voice fell, several Jindan stage cultivators surged with spiritual power around their bodies, holding up a series of spiritual power shields to protect the transport team firmly.

The demonic monks who were escorting the supplies also acted quickly, and took out their own magic weapons, either swords or shields. For a moment, the flashes of swords and sabers were everywhere.

In an instant, the entire Black Moon Canyon was drowned in a deafening roar.

"Boom!"

It was as if thousands of thunderclaps exploded simultaneously in the canyon, their echoes unceasing. In the blink of an eye, countless magical weapons, instruments, and spells clashed fiercely. The flying swords unleashed by the Yue cultivators flashed with a chilling cold light, like streaks of silver lightning, tearing through the air and piercing the demonic sects.

The demonic cultivators were not to be outdone. They wielded magical instruments emitting eerie auras, surging with black and red light as they engaged in a back-and-forth exchange with flying swords. Simultaneously, the magic of both sides was dazzling and brilliant. The Yue cultivators chanted something, raised their hands, and pillars of fire shot up into the sky, carrying billowing heat waves that threatened to set the canyon ablaze.

The demonic monk cast a strange black mist, and wherever it went, everything was shrouded in an eerie and dead silence.

The various colors of light intertwined with each other, red like fire, blue like lightning, black like darkness, white like brightness, and the colorful lights illuminated the entire canyon like daylight.

Lin Fan took a quick look and noticed that there was a cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan among the six sects of the Demonic Path. He was driving a magic weapon and launching a fierce attack on the magic circle. The attack was so fierce that the magic circle was in danger.

Seeing this, Lin Fan tapped his feet lightly, and his figure flashed like a ghost, appearing beside the monk in an instant.

Then, he opened his lips slightly and unleashed his life-saving magical weapon, the Tianshu Sword. The sword itself seemed to be cast from pure gold, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. Densely packed with golden runes, it exuded a mysterious and powerful power.

Lin Fan's eyes flashed, his fingers quickly pinched the sword formula, and he shouted in a low voice: "Fast!" In an instant, the Tianshu Sword was surrounded by golden light, like a golden lightning, tearing through the sky and stabbing rapidly towards the middle-stage Jindan cultivator.

That cultivator was no ordinary person. He noticed Lin Fan's surprise attack at the first moment. His expression suddenly changed and he immediately stopped attacking the magic circle. He quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something.

In an instant, his natal magic sword, wrapped in rolling sword energy, rushed towards the Tianshu Sword like a nimble dragon.

As the two swords collided, a loud "bang" sounded, as if a thunderclap exploded in the ears of the two men, shaking the surrounding air.

The surging spiritual energy was like a flood bursting through a dam, roaring and madly overflowing in all directions. For a moment, a dazzling light burst out, intertwining and shimmering red gold and azure blue, like a magnificent painting unfolding in the air.

Seeing this, a cold light flashed in Lin Fan's eyes. He snorted coldly and his slender fingers flew nimbly, forming a sword gesture in an instant.

In an instant, the Tianshu Sword in the sky seemed to be endowed with spirituality. It spun suddenly, bringing up a sharp sword wind, and with a "clang" sound, it heavily slashed on the man's flying sword.

The force of this blow was incredible, like a heavy hammer hitting thin ice. With a crisp sound, a gap appeared on the man's flying sword. The blade curled up at the gap, and his spiritual power became disordered.

Lin Fan succeeded in his strike and without hesitation, he changed his sword technique again. In an instant, his spiritual energy surged, converging towards the Tianshu Sword like a surging tide.

The Tianshu Sword seemed to sense its master's intention. The sword body vibrated violently, making a buzzing sound, and then it began to spin at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. The air around the sword body was twisted and formed a series of spiritual power vortexes visible to the naked eye.

Under this fierce attack, the Tianshu Sword turned into a golden light and began to cut the opponent's flying sword frantically.

Every cut was accompanied by a harsh friction sound and a "sizzling" sound. The sound was like metal being torn, which made people's scalps numb.

After just a dozen or so times, the opponent's flying sword could no longer bear the weight. Under the violent attack of the Tianshu Sword, it broke into pieces, and fragments flew everywhere.

In the end, the flying sword that was once quite sharp was completely transformed into countless tiny metal particles under the fierce attack of Tianshu Sword, floating slowly in the air.

The cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan realm had a look of disbelief on his face. Before he could recover from the shock, his instinct for survival drove him to react quickly.

He fumbled around in his storage bag in a panic, and then two magic weapons instantly appeared in his hands. One was a shield exuding an ancient atmosphere, and the other was a copper coin magic weapon shining with a strange light.

The surface of the shield was engraved with obscure runes, and the copper coin magic weapon was flowing with faint fluctuations of spiritual power, which obviously made them not ordinary items.

However, in front of Lin Fan's Tianshu Sword, these inferior magical weapons were nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The Tianshu Sword, engulfed in Lin Fan's surging spiritual power, transformed into an indestructible silver lightning bolt, piercing straight at the opponent.

In panic, the monk hurriedly raised his shield to block, but there was a crisp "crack" sound, as if rotten wood was breaking. A deep crack appeared on the shield after the first blow of the Tianshu Sword.

Before the cultivator could react, the second slash of the Tianshu Sword followed with unstoppable force.

With a "bang", the shield completely shattered and turned into countless fragments that flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the Tianshu Sword swung down and slashed towards the copper coin magic weapon.

The copper coin magic weapon barely held on for a moment, but under the fierce attack of the Tianshu Sword, it turned into a streak of light and dissipated into nothingness.

At this time, the cultivator had lost all his means of defense and was completely exposed to Lin Fan's attack range.

Lin Fan's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he commanded the Tianshu Sword without hesitation. A cold light flashed, and the cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan realm didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was easily killed on the spot by Lin Fan.

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A few hours later, the ambush ended in a great victory. Lin Fan returned to the Seven Sects Alliance with several Jindan stage cultivators and hundreds of foundation building stage cultivators...

(End of this chapter)