Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 318 Delivering Tea on the Way
Crimson flames manifested and swirled around his palm. Cheng Huoxiao's palm struck down, and the powerful spiritual energy, several times stronger than a human's, shattered the cultivator's head into pieces.

The splattered brain matter spilled onto the ground, and with a sizzling sound, it quickly turned into a puddle of grayish-white dust.

He turned his head and glanced at Lin Ping, who was sitting cross-legged by a fire pit. The scorching fire elemental energy was swirling up from the deep pit where the flames were burning, silently pouring into his legs.

Spitting impatiently, Cheng Huoxiao turned and began searching the body of the dead cultivator in front of him.

This was the sixth monk he had killed in several days.

Although his father told him that the main purpose of this trip was to protect the son of a military family in the imperial court.

However, as Lin Ping absorbed the power of the fire vein, he gradually developed remarkable spiritual phenomena, attracting other cultivators who had also entered the illusion. Cheng Huoxiao then had no reason to hold back.

He has to keep an eye on people, so it's inconvenient for him to seek out spiritual treasures and opportunities, but it would be great if someone could bring them to him.

After searching for a while, he clicked his tongue in frustration once again.

There was nothing to show for it.

Strangely, the cultivators we've found these past few days all have an undisguised smugness in their eyes, and their occasional conversations reveal that they've made a great harvest. But once we kill them and examine them, they always end up with nothing.

It wasn't that someone was trying to trick him; he clearly saw the other party take out precious treasures or powerful magical artifacts several times.

But after he died, he could not be found.

Damn it.

Cheng Huoxiao kicked the tattered corpse aside, turned around and walked back to Lin Ping's side.

Just then, they saw the fiery red thing transform into two slender leg bones in mid-air, slowly merging into Lin Ping's legs.

Immediately afterwards, the young man, who had previously appeared very weak, seemed to have finished a long period of rest and recuperation, and slowly stood up with the help of a cane.

After a simple attempt to take a step, Lin Ping's face lit up with great joy. He threw away his crutches, walked around twice with ease, and even started to run.

"I'm all better... I'm all better! Hahahaha! I'm all better!"

Years of suppressed emotions erupted, turning his once handsome face into a狰狞 and distorted expression.

He ran a few steps, then began to use his family's secret movement technique, leaving afterimages as he hugged Cheng Huoxiao tightly: "Brother Cheng! I'm healed, Brother Cheng!"

Cheng Huoxiao disliked being close to people, so he reached out and pushed him away, his eyes filled with doubt: "Didn't Lord Xing say that your illness requires you to absorb fire energy first, and then go back to consult a famous doctor for slow recuperation before you can gradually walk again? He also told me to take you back."

Lin Ping was taken aback upon hearing this, but the fact that his leg ailment had been cured was undeniable. He immediately said, "The ancestor of the Nine Provinces' earth veins may have other mysteries, but I can't say that my current ability to walk as fast as the wind is fake!"

Indeed, seeing is believing.

In any case, the main objective of this trip has been achieved. Now, let's turn around and send him out of the illusion. Then... the sound of crushed stones being crushed came from behind.

Cheng Huoxiao suddenly turned his head and saw a sturdy figure wearing a Taoist robe emerge from behind the charred stone on the other side.

Unlike before, this time Cheng Huoxiao didn't dare to make a move. He just squinted and stared at the other party warily.

The visitor was none other than Master Zongheng of Yunhu Mountain.

The Taoist priest must have been in combat with someone, because he had tied up the cuff of his left sleeve, probably for ease of movement.

Apart from that, there was no trace of disorder on his body, which suggests that the previous setbacks were nothing to him.

Cheng Huoxiao was powerful, but not arrogant. He had no intention of attacking Zong Heng, and simply silently protected Lin Ping behind him. Fortunately, the Taoist priest was a monk and not prone to killing. Even though there had been obvious signs of fire here not long ago, he only nodded slightly to Cheng Huoxiao.

Then he hurried a few steps.

Several days have passed, and the group has been trekking through the Liancheng Fire Vein. The light barrier from before is now far away, and although they haven't reached the depths yet, it is gradually becoming less frequented by people.

Zong Heng is on his way to the next meeting point he had arranged with Ye Baicha.

At the same time, the Taoist priest was also thinking to himself that the temperature here was so high that even with his cultivation and physique, he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. If he went any deeper, the danger would definitely increase.

It seems I can't part ways with Ye Baicha any longer. Before leaving Yunhu Mountain, my master Ding Jia had repeatedly reminded me about Junior Brother Ye, and I must not disobey his orders.

Heading diagonally northeast, after burning another incense stick, one could slowly hear faint tapping sounds.

After turning two slopes, they saw Ye Baicha tapping something on a rock in a low-lying, dark ditch where fire energy was accumulating.

Zong Heng had just arrived when he saw her smash down a black stone.

The stone rolled down, slid to Ye Baicha's feet with a dull thud, picked it up, and used her spiritual power to brush away the scorched soil on the surface, gradually revealing a bright red gem the size of an egg.

Looking up and seeing her senior brother arrive, Ye Baicha smiled broadly and handed the stone up to him: "Senior brother, this Liancheng Fire Vein is indeed full of treasures. Just break open the black soil and you can find this Bloodfire Red Crystal."

Bloodfire Crimson Crystal is not a spiritual material in the ordinary sense, but a pure fire spirit refined into stone. If the spiritual power manifested is of the fire and earth phases, the cultivator can even directly absorb this spiritual power, which can quickly replenish the empty spiritual palace. It is much purer than the inner core of a demon beast.

Just as Zong Heng was about to step forward, a faint whistling sound came from the fire river that separated the black soil in the distance.

It sounded like water being rapidly divided, but more muffled.

A figure suddenly swept across the river of fire.

As it approached Ye Baicha's side, the two footboards beneath the figure spun and came to a stop, splashing up a spray of crimson, viscous lava that fell towards Ye Baicha.

Ye Baicha was also a cultivator at the Opening Mansion Realm. His protective spiritual energy surged forth and collided with the drops of magma, producing a slight hissing sound.

With a wave of her hand, Pei Xia retrieved the two pedals centered around the magical flying needle and the Blazing Sun Black Gold, and landed lightly on the black soil.

While one might not recognize him by his figure, the iron mask on Pei Xia's face was extremely conspicuous.

Ye Baicha immediately raised an eyebrow: "Changjing Sect, we are both friends of Xiao Chen Kingdom, what were you doing just now?"

As she spoke, she put away the Bloodfire Red Crystal she had just collected and moved closer to her senior brother, Zong Heng.

Having already harbored some suspicions, Ye Baicha instantly became wary upon seeing Pei Xia appear before her in a provocative manner—back in Zhao Jia, she had suffered a loss due to momentary carelessness, almost losing the toad demon beast that had been her companion since childhood.

Pei Xia shook her head first.

The calamity in his mind was indeed quieter than ever before, but for some reason, in the past few days in the Liancheng Fire Vein, what he saw and heard always had a kind of overlapping and blurry feeling.

Forcibly banishing this discomfort, Pei Xia took a deep breath of the scorching air and raised her hand to remove her iron mask.

He was tired, exhausted, and dejected, which made his face look particularly haggard.

Even so, his tone remained firm: "I've come to send you on your way, Ye Baicha."

(End of this chapter)