Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 254 It's Your Turn (10,000 words, 710 pages)

At this moment, he was also staring intently at Song Yan.

The green-robed cultivator narrowed his eyes, a fierce thought forming in his mind.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, grabbed the yang talisman hanging in front of him, and made a gesture as if to throw it upwards.

"Fellow Daoists, let's stop here! Don't fight! The talismans are here! You can divide them yourselves!"

He made a good show of abandoning the talisman, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Song Yan and the disciple of Xuanjian Mountain.

If this Yang Talisman can provoke a conflict between the disciples of these two major sects, whoever tries to seize it first will become the target of the other.

Once the two are locked in a chaotic battle, he will have the opportunity to take the talisman with him and use it to escape using a teleportation talisman or a secret treasure.

The hope is slim, but not nonexistent.

"No need to bother."

Song Yan's voice rang out.

The green-robed rogue cultivator before them carried a Yang talisman, while the disciple of Suspended Sword Mountain carried a Yin talisman.

It's all ready.

Song Yan moved swiftly, shooting towards the disciple of Suspended Sword Mountain without mooring his boat.

Wouldn't it be easier to send them both away together?
The cultivators of Suspended Sword Mountain did not expect the sword to come so quickly, and hurriedly urged their magical artifacts to defend themselves.

In the eyes of the green-robed rogue cultivator, Song Yan's figure vanished from the spot like a ghost.

The next moment, a heavy spiritual pressure suddenly descended.

Suddenly, a sharp light appeared before his eyes, and a clean hand pointed down, instantly piercing through his protective amulet.

He then grabbed the pure white yang talisman and, in the blink of an eye, refined it in his palm.

At the same moment, a soft yet irresistible white light shone from the green-robed rogue cultivator's body. His figure twisted violently a few times before disappearing from the spot.

The last thing he saw was a pair of calm, unwavering golden eyes, filled with a hint of pity and detachment.

The talisman being taken away means he has been eliminated and teleported out of the game.

The entire process took almost the blink of an eye, and apart from the rustling of fallen leaves gently swirling in the wind, there were no traces of a fierce battle.

That sharp edge was released for only a moment before dissipating, as if it had never appeared.

The disciple from Suspended Sword Mountain sensed something was wrong and frantically channeled his spiritual power to deflect the flying sword.

His gaze was somewhat taken aback.

In a direct confrontation, that rogue cultivator was sent away in an instant?
However, at this moment, Song Yan's figure suddenly became somewhat blurry.

Like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, it vanished from his sight.

what? !

He felt a pang of panic and stared at his surroundings with extreme vigilance.

His body was filled with surging spiritual energy, and his protective spiritual garment was condensed to its maximum potential.

He made hand seals, intending to summon a defensive magic weapon.

"Fellow?"

Without warning, a hand landed on his shoulder.

The protective spiritual energy melted away upon contact with the sword energy surrounding that palm.

"now you."

……

A moment later, Song Yan walked out of the depression.

Three talismans surrounded him, slowly rotating.

One yin, one yang, one gray.

He thought to himself, "I'm lucky."

Having gathered the Yin-Yang talismans so quickly, it would be safe to leave this place of trouble now.

The place he returned to was the same square he had been to before. After figuring out the direction, he headed there.

Set a rule for yourself in your heart.

Only those people encountered on the way back should have their talismans stolen; as for the others, let it go, lest you incur public wrath and cause trouble.

He had actually noticed one or two Qi Refining cultivators emerging and fleeing earlier, but he did not pursue them.

However, would other Foundation Establishment cultivators be as kind-hearted as him?
He had previously heard discussions that, in order to secure their qualifications, some Foundation Establishment cultivators might attack their own Qi Refining cultivators...

Li Yi wasn't worried at all, but what about the other Qi Refining junior brothers and sisters who encountered Foundation Establishment?

At this moment.

On the other side of the magnificent mountain range, at the edge of a low hill, Lin Wei breathed softly.

He leaned against a rough, giant tree, surrounded by a talisman that shimmered with a pale white light.

Yang Fu.

Before him stood a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Spirit Talisman Sect, his hands clasped behind his back, looking relaxed.

He was surrounded by two talismans, one yin and one yang, moving around with ease.

Beside him followed a young disciple in the late stage of Qi Refining, who looked nervous, and was surrounded by a conspicuous black Yin talisman.

"This fellow Taoist."

The Foundation Establishment cultivator's voice carried an unquestionable tone: "You should know when to advance and when to retreat."

"Leave the Yang Talisman here and give it to my junior sister."

"The selection process is dangerous; do not jeopardize your future path because of momentary impulses."

Before the words were even finished, the spiritual pressure from the Foundation Establishment realm cultivator surged forth.

The Qi Refining cultivator straightened his back slightly, feeling somewhat at ease with his senior brother's support.

Lin Qing's face turned slightly pale. Even though he had reached the peak of Qi Refining, he still found it difficult to face the pressure from a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

He looked at the Yin talisman on Shen Qing's body, his eyes flashing.

Suddenly, he sighed as if in resignation and slowly raised the hand holding the Yang Fu.

"Since I am no match for your strength and have nowhere to escape, I will offer the talisman with both hands."

Lin Qing raised her head, her gaze somewhat dejected: "However, this senior brother from the Spirit Talisman Sect should know that I lost to you this time, not to this junior sister."

"Then you shall take this Yang Talisman. In that case, I can say I lost with honor."

Ha, that's quite a backbone.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Spirit Talisman Sect sneered inwardly.

However, it was originally his turn to take it. Although his junior sister had some strength, her mentality and courage were really too poor.

He was also afraid of complications arising from this.

He stepped forward and reached out his large hand toward the Yang Talismans around Lin Qing's body, but Lin Qing did not make any move.

Just when he thought the other party had completely resigned himself to his fate and his mind relaxed slightly, a sudden change occurred!
Lin Qing suddenly flipped her hand, which was hidden in her sleeve, and a scroll was suddenly unfurled.

A rich, ink-wash-like spiritual energy spread out, and countless ink marks, like twisted tentacles, instantly solidified. With an eerie power, they swept towards the Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Ok?"

Even now, he remained calm. What trouble could a mere Qi Refining cultivator possibly cause?
"Ha, a stubborn resistance."

He instinctively stepped back, while simultaneously channeling his spiritual power to try and shatter the inky chains that were wrapping around him.

However, he felt as if the surrounding space had stagnated for a moment, and his movements and spiritual power were hindered by some invisible stagnation.

"what?!"

Those ink chains were not tough, but incredibly sticky, instantly wrapping around the body, their ink color carrying a sealing power.

He was pulled into a world filled with ink paintings!

The surrounding scenery was blurry and sluggish, indistinct.

"Junior sister, I don't have much time. Sorry to offend you."

Lin Qing spoke, but his movements didn't stop at all.

The moment he activated the scroll, he pounced on his junior sister, who was still in shock.

Its speed far surpasses that of ordinary Qi Refining cultivators.

She didn't even realize it.

How could the situation change so drastically in the blink of an eye?

The seemingly timid Dongyuan Sect cultivator had already pounced on them.

She instinctively wanted to retreat, while frantically activating defensive artifacts and talismans.

Ke Linqing's movements were quick and precise, as if she had rehearsed them a thousand times.

Without wasting a single ounce of spiritual energy in casting spells, a wisp of ink from his fingertip pierced through the weak point of Shen Qing's hastily assembled protective aura.

He grabbed the black Yin Talisman, and dark spiritual energy surged forth.

"laugh!"

With a soft sound, her mark was instantly erased and refined into his own.

At the same time, with a splash, the sound of the water curtain breaking rang out, and the rich ink painting scene suddenly dissipated.

The Foundation Establishment cultivator, surging with spiritual power, broke free from the world within the painting.

After all, he was a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Although the Scroll of Travel was extraordinary, the time he was imprisoned was extremely short compared to those with higher cultivation levels.

"you dare!"

His hair and beard stood on end, he was both shocked and furious!
However, at this moment, the junior sister in the Qi Refining stage exclaimed in surprise and was teleported away.

Having landed a successful blow, Lin Qing didn't hesitate. He unleashed his spiritual energy and sped away into the depths of the dense forest without looking back!

"Leave me alone!"

The Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Spirit Talisman Sect roared angrily, and a sword talisman slashed horizontally towards Lin Qing.

"Lock."

Lin Qing made a hand seal, and the Ancient Scroll of the Wandering Sword opened in the air, pouring out countless streams of ink.

It actually dragged the power of that talisman into the painting!

The Foundation Establishment cultivator's expression darkened, and he activated the talisman to transform into an eagle, continuing his pursuit of Lin Qing.

The two figures disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Another part of the magnificent mountain range, in the valley area.

Two figures stood side by side, facing five or six cultivators at the ninth and tenth levels of Qi Refining.

Driven by the same interests, disciples from several small sects and independent cultivators formed a temporary alliance in an attempt to hunt down targets that were fewer in number or weaker in strength.

Several people surrounded Yuwen Yao and Han Yuan, their expressions unfriendly.

"Hey, a bunch of rabble, how dare you come looking for trouble with your grandma!"

Yuwen Yao stood with his hands on his hips, speaking loudly, completely ignoring the other side's encirclement.

Han Yuan, who was standing to the side, had already taken off his shirt, revealing his bulging muscles. He grinned and clapped his fists together.

"Perfect timing! Senior Sister Yuwen, how about a match?"

"Easy to say!"

Yuwen Yao chuckled and made the first move.

She took a step forward, her figure like a green dragon emerging from the water, rushing straight at the person in front of her, her body surrounded by surging green spiritual energy, which gathered in her palm.

Qinglong explores its claws!

Her right hand suddenly shot out, and the cyan spiritual energy covering her jade hand instantly transformed into a ferocious dragon claw phantom!
"boom!"

The first to be hit was a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Refining, who was utterly terrified when faced with this palm strike.

His defensive magical shield, which he had activated with all his might, was shattered by the dragon claw in less than a breath.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing into a small tree stump. The gray blank talisman surrounding him dimmed and flew towards Yuwen Yao.

At the same time, Han Yuan had already made his move.

Like a ferocious humanoid beast, it crashed into the two people on the right with a fierce aura.

There were no dazzling spells, only simple and unadorned fists and feet, yet they possessed immense power.

"Cloud Hands!"

Gray clouds and yellow earth, buzzing and swirling!

Bang.

The flying sword magic weapon that someone swung at him was actually deflected by his fists and palms.

The other hand struck the other person's chest heavily.

A balance of strength and gentleness.

The Qi Refining cultivator's protective spiritual robe was torn apart like paper, and he flew backward with a scream. The Yang Talisman on his body was pulled out by a strange force.

Han Yuan scooped it up with a large hand and easily took it away.

With a long roar, he delivered a backhand elbow strike, stunning the guy whose magic weapon had been smashed away, and then casually snatched his blank talisman.

Yuwen Yao's side also ended the battle.

The remaining force of the Azure Dragon's Claw swept over them, and the two remaining Qi Refining cultivators were terrified. Knowing they were no match for it, they each used secret techniques to escape.

In the blink of an eye, the men who had been so aggressive just moments before had vanished without a trace.

Yuwen Yao clapped his hands, revealing an extra Yin talisman and a blank talisman on his body. Han Yuan, on the other hand, received one Yin talisman and one Yang talisman, thus qualifying for the position.

"Tsk, one card is missing."

Yuwen Yao had previously drawn a blank talisman, and now he was still missing a Yang talisman.

Han Yuan laughed heartily: "It's alright, Senior Sister Yuwen, I'll help you snatch another one."

"Hey hey, good bro, good bro!"

(End of this chapter)