Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

Seeing that Li Qian had taken a detour.

The white-clad woman's terrified and tearful appearance vanished instantly.

The sobbing subsided, and she sneered, "I thought you were just a hothead with blood still burning inside."

"Who knew it was just a slippery mudskipper hiding in the mud to avoid trouble."

The man with the knife next to him spat on the ground, his eyes dark and sinister.

"It's good to cherish your life."

"The more cautious someone looks, the more likely they are to have something to offer."

Another man chuckled, his voice sinister: "Words spoken in the tea garden are never wrong."

"With a Qi Refining Level 3 cultivation, that person isn't exactly poor; he probably has some valuables on him."

"Now that he's left the park himself, it saves us a lot of trouble."

The woman in white tidied her messy hair at her temples.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"The usual rule: don't let him run too far."

"We'll skin and dismember them once we're out of the tea plantation."

After saying this, two of the four immediately split up, one on the left and one on the right, and took a shortcut through the woods to catch up.

The remaining two seemed to be waiting for someone.

……

As soon as Li Qian got out of the tangled woods, he sensed two streams of energy approaching from behind.

They are all at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

He kept walking, silently complaining to himself.

"I don't go looking for trouble, but trouble always seems to come looking for me."

"What's going on today with all these classic scenes?"

"However, since we're already here, let's gather inside my Soul-Devouring Sword."

The old tea garden is not far away, and there are three late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, including Elder Ge, in charge of the garden.

If a fight were to break out in that area, my magical artifact would be deeply imbued with demonic energy.

At that time, it will be difficult to say who is the one who is suffering the consequences and who is the one who is at fault.

With this in mind, Li Qian subtly changed the hand seal in his sleeve, and his spiritual energy subtly shifted within his body.

The Wave-Splitting Technique arose silently, and wisps of water vapor quietly gathered from the surrounding vegetation.

He also used the Flowing Cloud Step at the same time, his figure light and graceful, and stepped into the distance.

However, he did not push the speed to its limit.

He deliberately held back, only slightly faster than the average early-stage Qi cultivator.

The two people behind him kept chasing him.

Li Qian walked briskly while secretly glancing back.

The forest ahead grew darker, with vines hanging down all around and giant trees blocking out the sky.

It is quite a distance from the old tea garden.

The mountain wind pressed down on the branches, and all the insects and birds fell silent; it was the perfect place to bury a corpse.

He slowed his pace and stopped amidst a cluster of rocks and ancient trees.

The two pursuers saw him suddenly stop.

Overjoyed, they immediately blocked the way from the front and back.

Li Qian was filled with appropriate alarm.

He was secretly weighing the options in his heart.

"Two Qi Refining Stage 4 cultivators."

"You really think highly of me, a mere Qi Refining Stage 3 cultivator."

She took half a step back, her voice trembling, and asked, "Why...why are you chasing me?"

Seeing his appearance, the two men felt even more reassured.

The man on the left was lean and wiry, carrying a narrow-bladed flying sword.

He chuckled, revealing a set of yellow teeth: "Why am I pursuing you?"

"Of course it's because you have spirit stones on you, you fool."

The man on the right was more muscular, with a sinister grin on his face: "If you know what's good for you, hand over your storage bag, spirit stones, and magic artifacts."

"If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your dog's life."

Upon hearing this, Li Qian's fear intensified, but his hand had already quietly pressed against his sleeve.

"I...I'm just a rogue cultivator..."

Seeing Li Qian dawdling on, the skinny man grew impatient: "Enough with the nonsense!"

"Kill him, then search him slowly!"

With a shout, the two attacked simultaneously.

The burly man flicked his sleeve, and three points of cold light shot out—three dark, heavy Soul-Severing Cones.

This awl is insidious and ruthless.

Once the skin is pierced, the soul enters, causing excruciating pain.

The three cones struck Li Qian's vital areas in the chest and abdomen.

At the same time, the skinny man pointed his fingers, and the flying sword in his hand immediately hummed.

It transformed into a streak of gray light, aiming straight for Li Qian's throat!

This move was executed with exceptional skill.

First, he used a hidden weapon to intimidate the person, and then he used a flying sword to kill them. Clearly, this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

But Li Qian was waiting for them to make the first move.

Maintaining the status quo.

His flowing steps unfolded, the cloud shadow shifting slightly.

It avoided the gray light that was right in the center.

However, the remaining two Soul-Severing Cones were at tricky angles.

It came so fast, it was about to pierce the shoulder and ribs.

Two crisp "ding" sounds were heard.

The snake-scale armor beneath Li Qianyi suddenly emitted a layer of dark, ethereal light.

The armor plate tightened slightly, effectively blocking the two hidden weapons.

Only two tiny sparks were left on the scales.

Upon seeing this, the burly man's expression immediately changed.

"A protective amulet?!"

Startled, his hand instinctively reached into his sleeve again.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The panic in Li Qian's eyes vanished in an instant.

Instead, there was an extremely chilling coldness.

The Soul-Devouring Sword had already flown out from his sea of ​​consciousness!

The light flashed, so fast that its form was invisible.

The burly man had barely pulled out half a talisman when his right arm was severed at the elbow!

Blood gushed out.

The talisman, which had not yet been activated, fell into the mud along with the severed hand.

"ah!!!"

The burly man let out a miserable howl and staggered backward.

His face was filled with a look of utter horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

On the other side, the skinny man finally realized something was wrong and hurriedly urged his sword to return to protect him.

But before his flying sword had even half-turned, Li Qian had already raised his hand and pointed.

"Xiong Er."

A wisp of gray-black light silently emerged from the Soul-Devouring Sword, a chilling wind brushing against his face as it pierced straight into the thin man's brow.

The skinny man felt a sudden jolt in his mind.

Suddenly, a black bear with its head clasped appeared before them, its ferocity overwhelming.

For a moment, I was completely lost in thought.

Just this one moment is enough.

The Soul-Devouring Sword flashed by with a dark light.

The skinny man didn't even have time to utter a cry of surprise.

The head had been blown off the neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering across half of the withered tree.

The headless corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

The burly man with the missing arm saw his companion beheaded in an instant.

The last bit of ferocity dissipated completely.

Instead, all that remained was a bone-chilling cold.

"You...you're not at the third level of Qi Refining?!"

He clutched his severed arm, turned, and fled.

Li Qian raised his hand and pointed, guiding the object back.

The Soul-Devouring Sword let out a low hum, its sword light swirling.

Like an owl swooping through the forest, it pierced the man's neck from behind and emerged from his throat.

The burly man had only run three steps when his body stiffened.

It fell straight down into the mud and never made a sound again.

The forest fell silent instantly.

Only the stench of blood remained, slowly spreading in the damp, cold mountain wind.

Li Qian stood still and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

With a flick of his sleeve, Xiong Er's wisp of demonic soul returned to the Soul-Devouring Sword.

He hadn't even used his full strength as a body cultivator.

With the advantage of the Soul-Devouring Sword alone, he could easily deal with these two fools.

He glanced down at the two corpses on the ground, his expression indifferent.

"Even a cultivator undergoing tribulation is nothing special."

"And I went out of my way to lead you away."

They searched the two of them thoroughly.

I obtained two low-grade flying swords, a few ordinary talismans, and some miscellaneous items.

Spirit stones are pitifully scarce.

Li Qian counted his meager gains and was fairly satisfied.

"So all that effort wasn't in vain."

Those two low-grade flying swords and several talismans must be worth at least ten spirit stones.

After searching through everything usable, his gaze slowly drifted towards the edge of the forest.

"Come out."