Reincarnation Immortal Venerable: Starting from the Ninety-Nineth Incarnation

Li Yanzhou had just finished burying the key to the simple defensive array, his clothes still covered in mud, when he heard a series of light footsteps coming from outside the forest, mixed with the rustling sound of clothes rubbing together.

It came even faster than he had expected.

"They're here." He lowered his voice, quietly tapped a talisman, and turned to look at Su Qingyao.

Su Qingyao immediately put away her alchemy book, her palm holding two low-level defensive talismans, her eyes fixed on the entrance to the forest.

Only Shi Dazhuang was still fast asleep in the corner, snoring loudly, with sugar crumbs from a candied hawthorn still stuck to the corner of his mouth, completely unaware of the murderous intent around him.

The wind suddenly picked up, swirling and whipping up withered leaves as it swept past the treetops, making a strange "whooshing" sound, as if it were an accompaniment to the impending battle.

Li Yanzhou's heart tightened. The wind was strange, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible, sweet, and metallic scent, definitely not an ordinary mountain breeze.

Just as he was about to remind Su Qingyao to hold her breath, he saw several figures walking towards the entrance of the woods under the moonlight. The leader was Zhao Feng, followed by four cultivators, each with a deep and imposing aura. The young man in white at the far end had a sinister look in his eyes, and the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him were approaching the mid-stage of the Opening Mansion Realm.

"Run, why aren't you running anymore? I thought you, you coward, could hide until dawn." Zhao Feng crossed his arms, a sinister smile on his face, his tone almost overflowing with sarcasm.

Zhao Feng hunched over and rubbed his hands together. He then moved closer to Xie Yunfan and stopped two steps away from the campfire.

I glanced sideways at Shi Dazhuang, who was fast asleep in the corner. The silly boy still had sugar residue from a candied hawthorn stick on his lips, and he was snoring loudly, like a carefree little pig.

He quickly turned to Li Yanzhou and Su Qingyao, his flattery almost overflowing, his voice low and just loud enough to reach their ears: "Senior Brother Yunfan, look closely. That kid looks ordinary, but he actually has the cultivation of the mid-stage of the Qi Suppression Realm. He's got some skills. But that big oaf is a complete waste. He doesn't have a bit of spiritual power and can't cause any trouble. This young lady is so pretty and beautiful. My first thought was to offer her to you. You can choose first, and the rest are mine. I guarantee it won't interfere with your business, and I definitely won't let those two boys spoil your fun."

Just as Li Yanzhou and Su Qingyao were about to make their move, they discovered a numbing sensation rushing through their meridians and instantly enveloping their limbs and bones.

He subconsciously tried to gather his energy to protect himself, but his palms were empty. It was as if all the spiritual energy had been drained away, and he couldn't gather it no matter what he did.

Li Yanzhou and Su Qingyao's expressions changed drastically. They quickly exchanged a glance, their panic barely concealed. They had probably been tricked; the sweetness they had just detected was suspicious!

It's probably a sinister concoction specifically designed to suppress cultivators.

The defensive talisman in Su Qingyao's palm fell to the ground with a "thud," her body swayed, and her face turned as white as a sheet of paper.

"The feeling of being hit by the Dispersing Power Powder must be unpleasant, right?" Zhao Feng laughed loudly, stepping forward step by step. "Weren't you so arrogant just now? How come you can't even stand up straight now? Let me tell you, this Dispersing Power Powder is specifically designed to suppress a cultivator's spiritual power. Even if you are in the mid-stage of the Breath Control Realm, you'll have to obediently surrender."

Li Yanzhou gritted his teeth and forcibly activated the last trace of chaotic energy in his body, trying to expel the toxins. However, the toxins spread too quickly, and the chaotic energy was instantly suppressed as soon as it reached his meridians.

He staggered to his feet, a tightness in his chest, and almost collapsed to the ground. This dissipating energy was even more domineering than he had imagined.

Su Qingyao also stood up, her face as pale as paper, her voice weak: "Yanzhou, I have an antidote pill here, quick..." As she spoke, she reached out with trembling hands to reach for the jade bottle in her bosom. She couldn't grasp the bottle several times. When she finally managed to get it out, she was about to pour out the pill when Zhao Feng snatched it away.

"Antidote pill?" Zhao Feng toyed with the jade bottle and scoffed, "Such a good thing, isn't it a waste to keep it for yourself?" As he spoke, he was about to throw the jade bottle on the ground.

Xie Yunfan raised his hand to stop him: "Keep it, it might still be useful." Zhao Feng curled his lips, reluctantly put the jade bottle into his pocket, and his gaze fell on Su Qingyao again, his eyes becoming greedy and lewd.

At this moment, Li Yanzhou and Su Qingyao took advantage of the pause in their conversation to secretly take out another bottle of antidote pills from their sleeves.

I had hidden two bottles in case I was afraid of being searched.

The two quickly swallowed the pills, but the antidote was too slow to take effect. The numbness in their bodies was only slightly relieved, and their spiritual energy still could not circulate normally.

"Still trying to resist?" Xie Yunfan's eyes turned cold as he raised his hand and unleashed a burst of spiritual energy, aiming straight for Li Yanzhou's chest.

Li Yanzhou had no time to dodge and took the blow head-on. It felt like he had been hit in the chest with a heavy hammer. He spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps, and crashed heavily into a tree trunk, causing several withered leaves to fall from the tree.

"Yanzhou!" Su Qingyao exclaimed, trying to rush over, but Zhao Feng grabbed her wrist.

Zhao Feng tightened his grip, causing Su Qingyao's delicate eyebrows to furrow and her whole body to tremble in pain.

"Let me go!" Su Qingyao shouted sharply, struggling desperately, but she had already been poisoned by the Dispersing Power Powder and had lost all her spiritual power, so how could she possibly break free from Zhao Feng's restraints?

"Let you go?" Zhao Feng leaned close to Su Qingyao, his nose almost touching her cheek. He sniffed hard, his tone flippant and lewd. "Ah~ you smell so good~ such a beautiful woman, finally delivered to my door, how could I bear to let you go? After I deal with that brat, I'll take you back to Luoshui Sect, I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury, much better than following this good-for-nothing."

Su Qingyao was both angry and anxious, and opened her mouth to bite his hand. Zhao Feng was prepared, and grabbed her chin with such force that it felt like he was going to crush it: "You dare to bite me? Looks like I have to teach you a lesson and let you know who can control you."

Just then, a deep, angry roar suddenly rang out, causing the leaves around them to fall in a rustling sound.

Everyone turned to look and saw that Shi Dazhuang had woken up at some point. His once round eyes were now bloodshot, his face was flushed red, his muscles were tense, and the veins on his arms were bulging, making him look like an enraged beast.

It must have been the scolding he gave Su Qingyao that woke him from his deep sleep.

He looked at Su Qingyao, whose chin was being pinched by Zhao Feng and whose face was full of pain, and then at Li Yanzhou, whose mouth was bleeding and who was leaning against a tree trunk. The confusion in his eyes was instantly replaced by overwhelming anger.

He didn't understand anything about dispersing internal energy or the difference between high and low levels of cultivation. All he knew was that someone had bullied the person he wanted to protect.

"Don't touch them!" Shi Dazhuang roared, stomping his foot so hard that the ground trembled slightly. He charged towards Zhao Feng like a black bear that had gone out of control.

The speed was several times faster than usual, and the wind it generated carried a savage force.

Zhao Feng was startled and instinctively released Su Qingyao, taking a few steps back. He shouted at his henchmen behind him, "Stop him! This big oaf is a piece of trash, he has no cultivation, we can take him down easily!"

Two henchmen immediately rushed forward, swinging their fists at Shi Dazhuang.

But as soon as their fists touched Shi Dazhuang's body, they were bounced back by a huge force. With a few "cracks," the sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard. The two henchmen screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

Xie Yunfan's gaze sharpened, and his expression finally changed. He hadn't expected that this seemingly simple-minded and uncultivated big guy would have such a powerful physical body.

He was no longer careless. His spiritual power surged, and he released his early-stage Opening Mansion Realm aura without reservation. He raised his hand and slapped Shi Dazhuang's chest.

But Shi Dazhuang didn't dodge or avoid it at all, and took the blow head-on.

Xie Yunfan felt a sharp pain in his palm, as if he had slapped a mountain. His arm went numb, and his spiritual energy became sluggish.

Shi Dazhuang, however, did not move an inch. The anger in his eyes intensified. He grabbed Xie Yunfan's wrist and twisted it gently. With a "crack," Xie Yunfan's wrist was instantly broken, and a shrill scream echoed throughout the forest.

Xie Yunfan was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing and his qi was churning. He didn't even have the strength to lift his hand. He wanted to escape, but found that he was being held tightly by the other party.

He wanted to roar, but could only let out broken howls. His eyes were filled with disbelief that he, a cultivator at the Opening Mansion Realm, had been so easily manipulated by a big guy who seemed to have no cultivation.

Seeing Xie Yunfan struggling in this half-dead state, Shi Dazhuang's impatience grew even stronger. With his blood-stained fist, he delivered a powerful punch straight through Xie Yunfan's abdomen, then swung him around violently, slamming him against a nearby tree like a piece of trash.

With a muffled thud, Xie Yunfan was no longer human, lying limply against the tree trunk, his flesh and blood a bloody mess, like a lump of mud.

Zhao Feng was terrified, his trouser legs instantly soaked with cold sweat. He turned and ran as fast as he could. But Shi Dazhuang was much faster. He grabbed Zhao Feng by the back of his collar and lifted him up like a chick.

He thrashed about, his teeth chattering, tears and snot streaming down his face, his cries distorted: "Have mercy, brave warrior! Please spare me! I really know I was wrong, I shouldn't have been so blinded by greed to cause you trouble, I'm a bastard, a piece of trash!"

"I am an inner disciple of the Luoshui Sect. My master is Elder Xuanyang. If you release me, I will immediately have him personally deliver a hundred Flowing Cloud Silver Coins, two mid-level cultivation manuals, and my storage bag, which I have been saving for three years, full of spiritual materials and pills!" He cried and shouted as he desperately kowtowed to Shi Dazhuang's hand, his forehead bruised and bloodied.

Shi Dazhuang didn't listen to a word. The anger in his eyes burned even more fiercely. His strong, iron-like hands twisted suddenly, and with a "crack," Zhao Feng's right leg was instantly broken. The crisp sound of bones breaking mingled with his heart-wrenching screams.

The sound echoed through the woods, and blood trickled down his trouser leg, dripping onto the ground and splashing into tiny droplets.

Zhao Feng convulsed in pain, crying and begging for mercy, but Shi Dazhuang paid no attention and twisted his left leg, followed by his arms. The crisp sounds of limbs breaking echoed one after another, and Zhao Feng's screams gradually became hoarse, leaving only weak sobs.

Shi Dazhuang waved his hand in disgust and slammed Zhao Feng's limp body against the tree trunk. With a muffled thud, the tree trunk cracked with spiderweb-like fissures. Zhao Feng's head hit a tree burl, and his brains mixed with blood splattered all over the ground.

But he was still breathing, and a hissing sound came from his throat.

Shi Dazhuang stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Feng's hair, and yanked hard. With a "ripping" sound, Zhao Feng's head was torn off. A column of blood gushed from his neck, splattering all over Shi Dazhuang's body and face. The severed head rolled to the ground, its eyes still wide open, filled with resentment and extreme fear.

The remaining two henchmen were so terrified that they trembled all over, their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, too weak to even run away, muttering repeatedly, "Don't kill me, don't kill me."

Some were so frightened that they wet their pants, their bodies reeking of a foul stench.

Shi Dazhuang walked over step by step, his steps heavy, each step making the ground tremble slightly. He grabbed one of his henchmen's arms and tore it open, blood gushing out and splattering all over the surrounding leaves. The henchman's screams stopped abruptly, leaving only the severed limb twitching on the ground.

He then turned to another henchman and stomped on his legs, crushing them with a piercing sound. The henchman writhed on the ground in agony, howling incessantly.

Shi Dazhuang bent down, grabbed his neck, and pressed him to the ground. He clenched his other fist and slammed it into his abdomen. With a "plop," the fist pierced through his intestines, and blood gushed out from the wound, sticking to Shi Dazhuang's fist. The lackey's screams stopped instantly, and his body twitched a few times before going still.

Shi Dazhuang slowly withdrew his fist, blood dripping from between his fingers. He then stomped his foot hard on his henchman's head. With a "crack," the head was crushed to pieces, red and white matter splattering everywhere, without even a scream.

The woods fell silent instantly, with only Shi Dazhuang's heavy breathing and the rustling of leaves in the wind.