Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 149, Page 160: Resembling the Peak Master, he breaks through the Xuanjia armor with his sword to save Zhixia (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets, 2025)

The sudden removal of the mask, revealing the female cultivator's face, startled Zhao Wuji.

Because at first glance, this female cultivator's appearance was six parts similar to Hua Qingshuang's.

However, she lacked that aloof and proud temperament, and her brows lacked that stern and unapproachable frosty air. These four differences alone made her less attractive.

"hiss……"

Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, his gaze lingering suspiciously on her face for a couple of moments, thinking to himself, "A coincidence?"

He raised his hand and removed the mask of another male cultivator, examining him closely.

Although this person's features are quite different from Hua Qingshuang's, there is a subtle resemblance in the charm between their brows and eyes.

"illusion?"

He rubbed his temples and muttered to himself, "Haven't I gone crazy missing the Peak Master after only one day in the secret realm? Or has my mental energy been severely depleted?"

His gaze swept over the decapitated corpse on the ground. After a slight hesitation, he stepped forward and removed his mask.

It revealed a withered and ugly old face.

"call……"

Zhao Wuji's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he let out a long sigh, but his heart was already filled with doubts.

These people clad in black armor are mysterious and powerful, and the magical artifacts they possess are extremely powerful, suggesting they have a very important background.

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, and various clues from before flashed through his mind.

Lu Yongnian, a fellow disciple, was clearly seen by these people, but instead of being silenced, he was easily controlled by a curse and turned into a puppet, as if he had been cursed long ago.

Even more strangely, this group of people seemed to have been searching for him all along.

"Could it be that they are related to the cave master, Zhong Kui?"

He thought to himself, but his gaze involuntarily fell on the faces of the two Xuanjia cultivators in front of him.

A name gradually surfaced in my mind: Hua Lengyun!
Once, in the Lonely Cloud Sword Cave, he used the Dream-Wedding Technique to peer into the lingering sword intent of Hua Lengyun, and the scene he witnessed is still unforgettable:
In the endless darkness, chains coiled like venomous snakes, dragging that solitary figure into the abyss.
At that time, he assumed that the person who made the move must be Zhong Kui.

But now, looking at these mysterious and unpredictable dynasty cultivators, the old guesses have begun to waver.

"Could it be that Senior Hua is not dead yet? Or was he just captured and taken to this mysterious dynasty? And who are these people?"

Zhao Wuji circled around the two of them while recovering his spiritual energy.

"Could it be that Senior Hua's brothers and sisters haven't heard the Peak Master mention any aunts or uncles?"

Zhao Wuji was completely baffled, and even suspected that the two people in front of him were the offspring of Senior Hua after he was taken to the dynasty.

But the timing just doesn't match.

Hua Lengyun disappeared eleven years ago.

Even if they were to be induced to conceive immediately back then, the offspring born would be at most ten years old now.

The two people in front of them looked to be in their twenties or thirties.

More importantly.

He had just used a secret technique to peer into the memories of the two people, and there was not a trace of the surname "Hua" in them.

"tsk"

Zhao Wuji scoffed lightly, casually dusted off his sleeves, and put away the Cold Soul Flying Sword.

Since I can't figure it out, I'll just put it aside for now.

He swiftly looted the spoils, taking out more than sixty source crystals, an ancient spirit stone, and a substitute talisman.

"Tsk, is this the legendary ancient spirit stone?"

Zhao Wuji examined the gleaming spirit stone he had taken out of his hand.

This spirit stone is the size of a pigeon egg, and its entire surface is as clear as amber. Liquid spiritual light flows inside, and just by holding it in your palm, you can feel the surging spiritual power pulsating like the tide.

The spiritual energy stored within is nearly a hundred times that of the source crystal, and it is incredibly pure.

"This is a really good product."

Zhao Wuji was so fond of it that he quickly put it into his storage bag, unwilling to throw it away from the Pot Heaven Space.

Apart from that, everything else is a ritual implement.

Zhao Wuji did not take the magical artifact.

These puppets also need magical artifacts to unleash their combat power.

He then took the magical artifacts from the body of the deceased cultivator from the White Bone Cave and threw them directly into the Pot Heaven Space.

"We've already thrown nearly ninety Origin Crystals into the Pot Heaven Space, which should last for a long time. I wonder if it can undergo a transformation in the future."

Zhao Wuji observed the subtle changes within the space, filled with anticipation.

Maintaining the existence of the Pot Heaven space every day will increase his Pot Heaven Technique proficiency by one to two points each day.

Over time, this technique will naturally break through, and the Pot Heaven Space will also experience subtle growth as resources increase.

Zhao Wuji summoned Little Jade Fox and Myna Xiong Ba, flicked his finger and sent a wisp of spiritual light to the foreheads of his two beastly friends.

"Eighty li to the southeast, there is an abandoned medicinal herb garden. Go there and take a look, and see if you can find any benefits there."

"Chirp!"

The little jade fox's ears twitched slightly, and its glassy eyes darted around, as if weighing the pros and cons of leaving Zhao Wuji.

Xiong Ba flapped his wings, tilted his head and made a "caw" sound, his black bean-like eyes full of suspicion.

Zhao Wuji chuckled and flicked Xiong Ba's beak with his finger. "Go on, the road ahead is not suitable for me to take you along. You need to grow on your own. We'll meet again when we leave."

The fox and the bird exchanged a glance, and in the end, the cowardly tiger led them away, disappearing into the depths of the dense forest.

As he watched them depart, a cold glint grew stronger in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

Thirteen people.

According to the memories obtained from soul-searching, there were thirteen Xuanjia cultivators in this group of dynasties.

Apart from the six people guarding the fourth-level spiritual vein, there are still four outside.

Among the four, Senior Brother Gong, who was wearing a beast-head mask, seemed to be the leader. He might know more about Zhong Kui, Hua Lengyun, and even be related to Peak Master Hua.

"Instead of passively waiting for the cave master's trap to fall into our hands, we should first create an opening."

He made a hand seal, controlling the female cultivator among the two Xuanjia cultivators to take out a communication jade talisman and send it to the beast-faced Xuanjia leader.

At the same time, fifty or sixty miles away, beside an abandoned ancient ruin.

"Crack!"

The black iron boots slammed down, and the Supreme Daoist let out a miserable scream as his head exploded like a ripe melon, leaving sticky threads on the sole of the beast-faced cultivator's boots.

Daozi's remaining body was still twitching, his fingers digging deeply into the soil, as if unwilling to perish.

"Ha, the Supreme Dao Child? He does indeed have some skill. It's quite rare to find a cultivator of the same realm who can fight me for more than five rounds!"

The beast-faced cultivator lowered his head, and two sharp beams of light shone through the holes in his mask, coldly sweeping over the gradually stiffening corpse of the Daoist.

He shook the filth off his boots and turned to look in the direction where another disciple of the Supreme Grotto Heaven had fled.

In the distance, among the trees, a figure in pure white was rapidly disappearing into the distance, her clothes fluttering like a fleeting shadow.

"That woman escaped quickly, she had no intention of saving their Daoist disciple?"

A hoarse sneer came from beneath the iron mask; he was about to give chase.

A communication talisman at his waist suddenly shone with a blinding blood-red light, its runes twisting and writhing like living creatures.

"Ok?"

The man frowned and channeled his spiritual energy into the beast talisman between his fingers.

In an instant, a companion's urgent roar came from within the talisman, a hint of fear in his voice:
"Senior Brother Gong, Zhao Wuji has been spotted! He's very strong, but we've already injured him. He's fleeing towards the northeast cliff of Medicine King Mountain! Come quickly!!"

"Zhao Wuji!?"

The beast-faced cultivator, Senior Brother Gong, suddenly narrowed his eyes and sent another message, only to find that the other side was no longer responding.

He clenched the beast talisman tightly with his iron fingers, his knuckles cracking loudly.

The two companions beside him also looked surprised.

Senior Brother Gong was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it, the sound like cold iron clashing:

"Seventh Brother, go kill that female cultivator from the Supreme Grotto-Heaven! Fourth Brother and Sixth Brother, come with me to kill Zhao Wuji!"

Three figures in black armor suddenly sprang up.

A bolt of black lightning tore through the dense forest, chasing after the fleeing woman from the Supreme Cave Heaven.

Meanwhile, Senior Brother Gong and another person turned around and stepped on the ground. Their external magical artifacts and sword light flashed, and their figures broke through the air, heading straight for the Medicine King's Garden.

Yaowang Mountain, a cliff in the northeast.

With a flick of his finger, Zhao Wuji shattered the communication beast talisman into dust, which then scattered along the cliff edge.

With a flick of his sleeve, several puppets vanished into the surrounding shadows like ghosts.

He himself stood before the cliff, the talismanic pills flowing between his fingers, merging with the sobering stone, outlining obscure array patterns in the void.

The "Drunken Dream" formation is gradually taking shape.

suddenly!

The jade talisman in his bosom trembled slightly, emitting a warm, spiritual light.

"Hmm?" Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Zhixia? I've been so busy I forgot to contact her."

He casually took out the jade talisman, but before he could speak, he heard Nan Zhixia's urgent voice pierce through the talisman's light.

"Wuji! Several mysterious cultivators have appeared in the secret realm, and they are definitely not the cultivators from the cave heavens outside! They have already killed the Supreme Dao Child, and their strength is extremely terrifying!" "Crack!"

Zhao Wuji's knuckles tightened suddenly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He immediately transmitted his voice: "Where are you? I have already encountered this group of people. Come to the Medicine King's Garden immediately!"

The person opposite suddenly held their breath, followed by the sound of clothes rustling through the air.

Nan Zhixia's voice was extremely low, but she couldn't hide her panic: "You're at the Medicine King's Garden?! But three of them have already gone that way! And there's another one chasing after me, Wuji! Hurry!"

A mountain wind suddenly rose, stirring Zhao Wuji's robes.

He slowly raised his eyes, gazing at the misty mountain path in the distance, his gaze darkening.

"Don't panic!"

He spoke very quickly, each word sharp as a blade: “You immediately turn southwest, bypass the main road, and lure the pursuers into the forest. I will come to find you soon.”

Since one of the four dynasty cultivators had become separated from Nan Zhixia while chasing her.

That would give him the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

Otherwise, look at the strength of Senior Brother Gong, who could easily kill the Supreme Dao Child.

Even if he controls several puppets, the four of them working together might not be able to annihilate the entire enemy force.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his sleeves, several puppets vanished like mist into the shadows of the mountain forest.

The next instant, he made a hand seal with his sword fingers, and the spiritual energy around him suddenly surged.

"call!!"

A sudden gust of mountain wind swept through the forest, and Zhao Wuji's figure vanished with the wind, transforming into an invisible and intangible gust of wind that swept across the sea of ​​trees in an instant.

Wherever it goes, the fallen leaves remain undisturbed.

After half a stick of incense.

The dense forests of the southwest are filled with a chilling aura of danger.

Nan Zhixia's white robes fluttered like snowflakes as her figure swept past the treetops, creating shimmering light.

Ten feet behind him, the black-armored cultivator grinned like thunder, his flying figure charging wildly, far from ordinary flying techniques, his speed astonishing, causing the ancient trees to tremble.

"Why bother, little saintess?" The voice, carrying a foul stench, swept over you. "Surrender obediently, and I'll let you have a few more days of pleasure!"

"Noisy!"

Nan Zhixia's eyes flashed with a cold light, and with a flick of her hand, a purple lightning talisman shot out from the sky.

"boom!!"

Thunder roared, and blinding lightning danced like silver snakes, instantly tearing apart the Xuanjia cultivator's foul language.

As the air surged, the ferocious laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a muffled groan.

Just as she was about to turn around, the jade talisman at her waist suddenly emitted a warm vibration.

"Zhixia, there's a valley to your left!"

Zhao Wuji's voice pierced through the wind and thunder, clearly audible.

"Unrestrained!"

A glint of light flashed in Nan Zhixia's eyes. Her floating figure lightly touched the void, her body like a white rainbow piercing the sun, turning without hesitation in the direction she was pointing.

"You bitch, you're asking for death! Surrender immediately!!"

A ferocious figure suddenly burst out from the thunder and fire.

Three jet-black chains, like venomous dragons emerging from the sea, brought with them a chilling wind that struck her heart from behind.

Wherever the chains passed, the vegetation withered instantly, and the air was filled with the smell of decay.

"Otherwise, Master Dao will surely..."

"Zheng!"

A chilling sword aura exploded from the depths of the broken valley, its sound like thunder, instantly shattering the chains.

"who!?"

The Xuanjia cultivator suddenly stopped, and before he could see where the sword light came from, the Crimson Flame Spirit Pearl above his head crashed down, scorching the sky!

He hastily summoned a magic shield to block.

The shield trembled violently the instant it came into contact with the spirit orb, and was then shattered by a single strike of sword energy and thunderous sound.

Amidst the interplay of ice and fire, Zhao Wuji's figure appeared like a ghostly gust of wind, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.

The fingertip energy-suppressing technique was executed silently, abruptly severing the flow of spiritual energy around the opponent.

"You!" The Xuanjia cultivator felt a violent tremor in his spiritual energy before his eyes widened.

"Pfft!"

The Frostfire Sword pierced through his throat, and the blood froze into ice crystals and shattered before it even hit the ground.

The armored cultivator fell to the ground with wide eyes, his mask shattering to reveal half of his face frozen in disbelief.

A withered leaf hangs suspended in mid-air.

"Or what do you want?"

Zhao Wuji landed on the hovering withered leaves, his eyes cold yet smiling.

"Unrestrained!"

The battle was over the moment Nan Zhixia's toes touched the ground.

She looked up in surprise and saw Zhao Wuji float down from mid-air like a light feather, the Cold Soul Flying Sword turning into a stream of light and disappearing into his sleeve.

The spiritual pressure emanating from his body was several times stronger than before.

"You—" Her eyes reflected the smiling face of Wuji opposite her, her voice trembling slightly, "When did you break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining?"

Zhao Wuji casually dusted off his sleeves and winked at her: "When I entered the secret realm just now, I inhaled a few breaths of spiritual energy and happened to pick up a few Golden Cloud Pisces."

With a flick of his finger, a golden herb appeared out of thin air. "Look, after eating three of them, I broke through to the next level."

"Three Golden Clouds Herbs?!" Nan Zhixia's mouth gaped slightly, her slender fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes. "These are level three spiritual herbs, and you actually consumed three of them."

Before she could finish speaking, the golden hibiscus had already streaked towards her in a stream of light.

"Everyone who sees it has a share."

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. "It's just a level three spiritual herb. There must be plenty of it in this secret realm."

Nan Zhixia hurriedly caught the elixir, the warmth from her palm making her ears turn slightly red, and she was about to refuse it.

But then they saw that familiar figure rise into the air once more, his clothes fluttering as if he were about to ride the wind away.

"Wuji!" she called out urgently, her slender fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on the elixir. "Where are you going?"

Zhao Wuji paused slightly, lowered his eyes and looked over, "Be a good boy and refine the Golden Cloud Pouch here."

With a flick of his sleeve, he sent out talismans that formed a protective array beneath Nan Zhixia's feet. "I'm going to kill some people. Don't follow me."

Before the words were even finished, the figure had already vanished as swiftly as the wind.

Nan Zhixia stared intently, only to see that the direction he had flown away was...

"The Medicine King's Garden?!"

Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively pressed her hand to her chest, quickly calling out, "Wuji! Don't be reckless!"

A clear, melodious voice echoed through the valley, "Be extremely careful!"

The figure in the distance seemed to pause for a moment, then disappeared into the clouds at an even faster speed.

Nan Zhixia gazed in the direction he had left, the golden shawl in her palm radiating warmth, yet she felt somewhat lost.

The more she cultivated, the less she found herself able to understand her fiancé.

The speed at which her opponent's strength was increasing seemed to have exceeded her expectations, even surpassing that of Daozi.

At the northeastern cliff of Yaowang Mountain, the mountain wind howls, swirling up gusts of withered leaves.

The figures of Senior Brother Gong and the other two Xuanjia cultivators suddenly landed, their iron boots shattering the rocks on the cliff edge, their eyes scanning the surroundings like lightning.

"Where is he?" One of the Xuanjia cultivators frowned, his voice low.

"Third Senior Sister sent a telepathic message saying she's here. Could it be a trap?"

The other person summoned a magical artifact and looked around warily.

The leader, Senior Brother Gong, remained silent, his eyes slightly narrowed beneath his mask, as if sensing the surrounding atmosphere.

Suddenly, a weak cry came from deep within the mountains: "Senior Brother Gong... I'm here, save me..."

The voice was intermittent; it was the companion who had sent the message earlier.

"It's Third Senior Sister!" A cultivator in black armor exclaimed, his expression changing as he raised his foot to rush into the forest.

"stop!"

Senior Brother Gong gave a cold shout and raised his hand to stop him, "Be careful of an ambush."

His sharp gaze swept across the dark forest before pointing to one of the men: "Little Six, you're the fastest. Go in and take a look. If anything seems amiss, retreat immediately."

Xiao Liu nodded, his spiritual energy surging around him, and cautiously stepped into the forest.

In the shadows, Zhao Wuji, who had just managed to return in time using his Wind Control Technique, was hidden behind an ancient tree, his aura concealed like that of a withered tree.

Witnessing the careful arrangements made by this senior brother Gong, he sighed inwardly, "These people are indeed troublesome."

His original plan was to lure the three into the formation and defeat them one by one.

But Senior Brother Gong's vigilance disrupted his rhythm.

"It seems I have no choice but to..." Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered, and his concealed figure quietly retreated.
(End of this chapter)