Gou cultivates martial arts and seeks immortality in the world of cultivation.

Chapter 94 Killing a Foundation Establishment Stage Person with a Palm Strike
Of course, the profits from hunting Foundation Establishment cultivators are indeed astonishing, but Lu Lin would never consider it his "main job".

The risks are too great.

Often walking by the river, how can there not be wet shoes?
If you do this kind of thing too often, you might run into a brick wall one day and end up as someone else's prey instead of the hunter.

In comparison, mining is still a safer option.

He would never venture out to risk his life if he had the opportunity to mine safely.

"Hmm? The sensor talisman is lit up again."

Lu Lin had just finished packing and was about to leave when he suddenly felt something.

With a slight thought, a jade talisman fell into his palm.

This time it wasn't from the Qingping Sword Sect, but from Luo Siqing's!
"Could she have found Yanhe? It's reasonable that she bumped into the Yanhe that failed to catch up with the Foundation Establishment cultivator of Qingping Sword Sect... But I no longer need Yanhe."

Lu Lin's mind raced.

However, the goal of this trip to Yanling has been achieved, and it is time to meet up with Luo Siqing and return to the Demon Sect together. We can also take the opportunity to subtly inquire about the uses of the Heaven and Earth Profound Qi.

Without further hesitation, he moved swiftly, following the guidance of the sensing talisman, and silently disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

On the other side, in a quiet bamboo forest.

As time ticked by, the abnormal blush on Luo Siqing's face grew even more intense, and the spiritual energy within her body fluctuated like the tides. The demonic flames on the twelve Nine Netherworld Extinction Banners surrounding her flickered, clearly unable to maintain stability.

"Why hasn't Lu Lin arrived yet?"

She grew increasingly anxious.

The effects of the "Falling to the Mortal Realm" drug were like a persistent, insidious infection, constantly eroding her will and cultivation; she was almost unable to suppress it.

Outside the sword formation, Liu Jingxuan's excitement grew stronger.

His gaze burned with passion, brazenly sweeping over Luo Siqing's graceful figure.

Such a stunning beauty, and capable of helping him transform his Dao foundation, is truly a divinely granted opportunity!

He seemed to already see his glorious future: achieving the second-grade Dao Foundation, finding an opportunity to embark on the Golden Core Path, and ultimately reaching the pinnacle of the Yan Kingdom's cultivation world.

Just then, a figure approached the bamboo forest silently, like a ghost.

"These are... people from the Qingping Sword Sect? Is Luo Siqing surrounded?"

Lu Lin, hiding in the shadows, saw the scene clearly and was greatly surprised.

He immediately understood that Luo Siqing activated the sensing talisman not because of Yan He, but to ask him for help.

Luo Siqing is clearly an undercover agent planted by the Qingping Sword Sect, so why is she being attacked by her fellow disciples?
Did these people not know her true identity?
Numerous thoughts flashed through his mind.

But no matter what, Luo Siqing absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble at this moment.

Putting aside the rule that personal guards must be buried with the deceased, just considering their current cooperative relationship, he is able to obtain a large amount of resources from the Demon Sect by relying on Luo Siqing as his "big brother," which is like a fish in water.

If it weren't for her special status, where would a mere martial artist like myself find a cultivation prodigy to collaborate with?
With his mind made up, Lu Lin no longer hesitated. He suddenly accelerated and pounced on the Foundation Establishment sword cultivator who was about thirty years old like a cheetah.

However, Foundation Establishment cultivators possess keen spiritual senses and are constantly aware of their surroundings.

As soon as Lu Lin approached, he was noticed by the man.

"A mere brute? You're asking for death!"

The swordsman snorted coldly, and with a flick of his sword technique, the magic sword floating beside him emitted a clear and melodious hum, transforming into a dazzling streak that tore through the air and pierced straight at Lu Lin's face!
Lu Lin flipped his hand and took out the Blood-Patterned Steel Sword, parrying with it horizontally!

"clang!"

The sound of metal clashing rang out, the sword light was barely deflected, and Lu Lin staggered backward a few steps, looking quite disheveled.

This was, of course, a deliberate act on his part.

He did not reveal his cultivation level of the Perfected Innate Realm, but only showed the strength of the mid-Innate Realm.

After regaining his footing, he swiftly used the Thunder Step technique, circulating the Demonic Ape Blood Qi to its "maximum." A low, guttural roar of a demonic ape emanated from within him as he charged forward once more. "Demonic Ape Blood Qi? So you're just a martial artist from the Demonic Sect. Hmph, a mere mid-stage Innate Realm cultivator dares to come and save your master? Seeking your own death!"

The sword cultivator looked disdainful, changed his hand seals again, and made the magic sword shine even brighter, thrusting towards Lu Lin again with even more ferocity.

He didn't suspect anything, assuming that Lu Lin was Luo Siqing's personal bodyguard.

It is common for guards to risk their lives to save their master when he is in danger, since if their master dies, they will likely be buried with him.

This set of rules is not unique to the Demonic Sect; other sects also have them.

Swish!
The sword light pierced the air and arrived in an instant.

This time, Lu Lin did not use the Blood-Patterned Steel Sword to parry.

He suddenly lowered his waist and stood up straight, then slammed out his right palm!

Demonic Ape Mountain-Shattering Palm!
Twenty-seven powerful palm strikes instantly converged, forming an unstoppable torrent that met the flying sword head-on.

"Boom!"

The palm strike and the sword light collided violently, producing a dull thud.

The dazzling sword light shattered in response, and the magic sword, as if struck by a heavy blow, flew backward with a mournful cry, traversing a distance of hundreds of meters before plunging deeply into the ground in the distance with a "thud." The sword's spiritual light dimmed, and it instantly lost its mental connection with the sword cultivator!
"what?!"

The sword cultivator's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief.

At the same time, the blood energy beneath Lu Lin's feet suddenly erupted, violently rubbing against the air and generating an incomparably violent thrust.

He seemed to transform into a blood-red sword released from a bow, instantly traversing a distance of nearly a hundred meters, and with the force of a thunderbolt, he struck his opponent's chest with a palm!
This palm strike had actually incorporated the power of thirty-six Mountain-Crushing Palm strikes!

After breaking through to the peak of the Innate Realm, Lu Lin's control over this palm technique reached a new level. He could unleash thirty-six palm strikes with a casual strike, and if pushed to the limit, he could even unleash forty-five!

The palm strike howled, producing a piercing sonic boom. The air distorted wherever it passed, as if it were about to be torn apart by this brute force!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

"you……!"

The sword cultivators of the Qingping Sword Sect had their pupils shrink as they finally realized that Lu Lin was not at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, but at the peak of the Innate Realm!

However, by then it was too late to realize this.

In his haste, he could only desperately activate a mid-grade defensive magic artifact to shield himself.

But how could that magical artifact withstand Lu Lin's long-awaited, deadly attack?
"Oh!"

The magical artifact shattered the moment it came into contact with the palm strike, scattering fragments everywhere.

The powerful palm strike continued unabated, landing solidly on his chest.

"Crack!"

The sound of bone cracking rang out clearly.

The swordsman coughed up blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through hundreds of tough green bamboos before finally slamming heavily to the ground. After twitching a few times, he fell silent.

A cultivator in the early Foundation Establishment stage is in danger of dying if he is approached by a late-stage Innate Realm martial artist, let alone Lu Lin, whose strength far surpasses that of ordinary cultivators of the same level.
He is not only at the peak of innate perfection, but his physical strength is even more terrifying, and he has also cultivated his killing moves to perfection!

Having landed a successful blow, Lu Lin did not stop moving. Blood energy surged under his feet again, propelling him like a streak of blood lightning as he rushed straight towards Liu Jingxuan, who was hundreds of meters away!

Liu Jingxuan was shocked. His spiritual energy surged wildly within him, and his sword gestures shifted like phantoms as he pointed forward sharply.

"Whoosh whoosh-!"

The seven magic swords responded and instantly formed a small sword array with interconnected energy, unleashing hundreds of sharp and unparalleled sword energies that rained down on Lu Lin, intending to kill him on the spot.

"break!"

Lu Lin's gaze turned cold as he exhaled and unleashed his long-awaited right palm once more!
The roar of the demonic ape echoed through the bamboo forest, and crimson energy surged forth like a tide!
After sprinting and gathering power for hundreds of meters, this palm strike suddenly added forty-five Mountain-Shattering Palm Forces, which was the peak strike he could unleash in his current state!
As soon as he struck out, the air within a radius of dozens of meters seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, frantically converging towards his palm, stirring up bamboo leaves and gravel all over the ground, transforming into a ferocious, roaring dragon that crashed fiercely into the eerie sword formation!
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump...!"

A series of rapid, drum-like collisions exploded, followed by a series of crisp, piercing cracking sounds.

That was Liu Jingxuan's magic sword, which was breaking apart inch by inch!
(End of this chapter)