Establishing a Clan in the Eastern Wilderness: A Daily Divination, Cultivating Longevity in a Grotto

Kuang Daoyu's figure suddenly swayed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!

It's a backlash.

At a critical moment.

Li Changsheng killed the Crimson Scale Serpent completely.

This snake was connected to Kuang Daoyu's soul. Now that the snake has completely died, the backlash from the soul contract between him and Kuang Daoyu, as the master, finally erupted at this moment.

His protective aura fluctuated violently due to the disordered spiritual energy, and dimmed in an instant.

It's this very moment!

With a fold of its wings, the Pegasus swooped down from the mist like an arrow released from a bow!

Its four hooves pounded on the light shield of the bronze cauldron, demonic and spiritual power clashing and producing a piercing tearing sound. The light shield only lasted for a moment—

"Click—"

Like glass shattering.

Li Changsheng, who had been lying in wait for a long time and whose aura was so concealed that it was almost imperceptible, suddenly burst out at this moment!

He leaped from the side and rear of the flying horse, his Qingfeng sword held horizontally behind his elbow. The sword light trailed a thin, cold arc in the mist, precisely grazing the throat of Kuangdaoyu.

Kuang Daoyu didn't even have time to turn his head.

He didn't even see who killed him.

He stared wide-eyed, made a hissing sound from his throat, his tall body swayed, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Without its master's guidance, the Hundred Ghosts Banner suddenly deflated, its black smoke receding as it fell helplessly to the ground.

Li Changsheng landed on the ground, blood dripping from the tip of his sword, his face solemn.

He looked up and gazed at the other side of the formation.

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Li Chang Le's small illusion array was already on the verge of collapse under the impact of the array-breaking talisman from Mad Blade Rain. The Cheng family cultivator, trapped inside the array, was running around like a headless fly, his eyes already bloodshot with desperation.

Sensing the formation weakening, he finally hardened his heart and, with extreme reluctance, pulled out a talisman gleaming with a faint golden light from his robes—a mid-grade, first-tier Golden Light Talisman.

This was something he had saved up for a whole year to acquire to save his life, and he had originally planned not to use it unless it was a matter of life and death. Now, that was the moment of life and death!

He gritted his teeth and slapped the talisman against his chest.

A burst of golden light!

The illusion array shattered like glass falling to the ground.

Before the Cheng family cultivators could even rejoice at seeing the light of day again, a snow-white figure rushed towards them!

The flying horse swooped down, its front hooves barely touching the ground, and two cyan wind blades roared out from between its claws, slashing in a cross pattern.

The Cheng family cultivator hastily summoned his magic weapon, a dusty gray iron shield, which barely managed to block the first wind blade. However, the second one slanted around the edge of the shield and struck him squarely on the shoulder!

"ah--!"

He screamed and flew backward, his shoulder blade shattered, blood splattering everywhere.

It hasn't landed yet.

A sword light chased after him from the mist and precisely pierced his heart.

The Cheng family cultivator stared wide-eyed, his lips moving but no sound escaping. He saw the young man slowly emerging from the mist, his face youthful, but his eyes as cold as if they had been tempered with ice.

Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng killed Cheng Laosan.

He let out a muffled gasp, and then all was silent.

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the other side.

The Cheng family cultivator who remained in place waited for a moment, only to hear faint sounds of magical artifacts and screams of agony coming from the mist. His ominous premonition grew stronger. He could no longer restrain himself and drew his sword, heading towards the source of the sound.

I just passed through a patch of low bushes.

A figure suddenly darted out from the side, a blade flashing like a bolt of lightning, slashing down!

The Cheng family cultivator was terrified. He desperately tried to dodge, but the blade still grazed his ribs, his protective spiritual energy as fragile as paper. He staggered back, finally seeing who it was—

Chen Wenyuan.

And the ghost-headed knife in his hand.

The Cheng family cultivator's gaze fell on the knife, his pupils suddenly contracting to pinpoints: "This...this is the third brother's knife! You, you—"

He finally realized it. Cheng Laosan was indeed killed by the Li family.

"I am a member of the Cheng family! My cousin married the second elder of the Yun family! How dare your Li family kill me? The Yun family will not let you get away with this! You—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

The swords flashed again.

This time, there was no hesitation or delay.

Chen Wenyuan sheathed his sword, and a line of blood spurted from the throat of the Cheng family cultivator, the sound abruptly ending.

Chen Wenyuan glanced down at the still wide-open eyes, his expression calm, then dragged the corpse and strode towards the direction where Li Changsheng was.

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Three corpses were placed side by side on withered leaves.

Li Changsheng waved his hand, and the treasure pouches of the two Cheng family cultivators fell into his palm; they were quite heavy. He then bent down and picked up Kuang Daoyu's storage bag—it was a real storage bag, far more valuable than the treasure pouches, entirely gray-black, and slightly cool to the touch.

Time is tight.

"Brother-in-law, Chang Le, clean up the traces—bloodstains, footprints, signs of a struggle—the cleaner the better," Li Changsheng said rapidly.

Chen Wenyuan responded immediately, skillfully burying the bloodstains with withered leaves and dispelling the lingering magical aura with his spiritual power. Li Changle put away the damaged array plate, touching the cracks on it with heartache, but silently buried herself in cleaning up the spiritual traces left by the array.

Li Changsheng took the fallen Hundred Ghosts Banner into his hand.

The banner felt cold to the touch, its surface as black as ink, and it seemed to emit the mournful cries of wronged spirits. After a brief examination, he knew that this object was forged by Kuang Daoyu using the lives of more than ten cultivators, making it extremely ferocious.

Without hesitation, he sat down cross-legged and began refining it—his master was dead, and the original owner's mark on the Hundred Ghost Banner was like a rootless duckweed, easily destroyed.

After a simple ritual, the Hundred Ghosts Banner became ownerless.

Li Changsheng activated his spiritual power.

The banner suddenly unfurled, and a chilling wind howled.

Li Changsheng pointed the banner at the three corpses on the ground.

He made a hand seal.

Three semi-transparent phantoms were forcibly torn from the corpse, twisting and struggling, their faces contorted in rage, silently howling—these were the souls of Kuang Daoyu and the two Cheng family cultivators. Having just left their physical bodies, they still retained some consciousness, their eyes filled with resentment and fear as they looked at Li Changsheng.

Li Changsheng remained expressionless.

As the Hundred Ghosts Banner unfurled, the three souls, as if dragged by an invisible force, were sucked into the banner with wails and sank completely into the darkness.

The banner trembled violently.

The three skulls seemed to have swallowed a powerful tonic; two eerie green flames ignited in their empty eye sockets, and the skulls grew larger, their jaws opening and closing as if they had developed a sliver of intelligence. Beside them, an even smaller skeletal phantom slowly materialized, also a pale white skeleton, but still only a hazy outline.

Tier 1, Medium Grade.

The Hundred Demon Banner has been upgraded.

Li Changsheng lowered the banner and stood up.

"Walk."

The three of them mounted the flying horse. With a flap of its wings, Little White carried them into the depths of the thick fog, like a silent cloud, quickly disappearing into the vast white mist.

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Inside the quiet room, the restrictions were lifted.

Li Changsheng, Chen Wenyuan, and Li Changle sat around a table with all the spoils of their trip laid out before them.

First, there were the treasure pouches of the two cultivators from the Cheng family.

There were a total of forty-seven spirit stones. Although it wasn't a lot, it added up.

The book contains a low-grade Yellow Rank cultivation technique called "Azure Wood Technique," which is balanced and suitable for cultivators with wood or water spiritual roots. The Li family currently lacks cultivation techniques, and this technique is perfect for enriching the family's library.

A bronze mirror artifact specifically designed for spying, a low-grade first-tier item. When activated, it can reveal scenes several miles away, but it is easily detected by those with higher cultivation levels. This is the reliance that the Cheng family has been using to keep watch for these past few days.

Three talismans—two first-grade low-rank Vajra Talismans and one first-grade low-rank Swift Travel Talisman.

There were also a few bottles of low-grade Tier 1 Qi-restoring pills to replenish mana; their quality was ordinary, but better than nothing.

Chen Wenyuan categorized and organized these items, recording them in a register. Li Changle, on the other hand, curiously examined the bronze mirror, but was tapped on the head by Li Changsheng and obediently put it down.