Dongting Immortal Clan

On the third day after entering the camp, Chen Dajiang was assigned to a logistics team to deliver supplies deep into the canyon.

The team consisted of eight people, led by a rogue cultivator surnamed Liu, who was at the Jade Spring level of the Spiritual Treasury Realm.

The rest were all of the Wood Embryo and Heart Fire types. Chen Dajiang's cultivation level was neither high nor low among this group, and he was not particularly noticeable.

Each person carried a large bamboo basket containing spirit grains, talismans, elixirs, and some tools.

The bamboo basket was heavy, but it was nothing to a person practicing spiritual cultivation.

They walked further into the canyon.

The journey became increasingly difficult.

The cliffs on both sides are narrow and the ground is covered with rocks and mud. In some places, you have to wade through water. The river water is icy cold and even knee-deep in some places.

"ah--!"

After walking for about two hours, a sharp shriek suddenly came from ahead.

The leader, a cultivator surnamed Liu, suddenly changed his expression and raised his hand:

"hidden!"

The eight people quickly scattered and hid behind the rocks.

Chen Dajiang lay down behind a boulder, put down the bamboo basket, and placed his palm on the back of the iron-framed bow beside him.

In the distance, at the bend in the canyon, several figures rushed out of the trees in a panic.

Leading the charge were two disciples of the Taixu Sect, a man and a woman, both at the fifth level of the Spiritual Treasury Realm.

They were all injured.

The female cultivator's robe was stained with blood on one side, and the torn flesh was visible, a horrifying sight.

Behind the two, three figures shrouded in thick, dark red aura were hot on their heels, moving at an astonishing speed, stirring up a stench of blood, and closing the distance in the blink of an eye.

"Stop them!"

The fleeing Taixu disciple caught sight of where Chen Dajiang and the others were hiding and shouted urgently, his voice filled with panic.

"Damn it!"

The leading cultivator, surnamed Liu, gritted his teeth and cursed, his face draining of color. It wasn't that he wanted to stop them, but that he had no choice but to.

The two Taixu disciples charged straight towards them.

If they don't make a move, the evil cultivators will rush up to them in an instant.

It would be better to create distance now and catch the opponent off guard.

"Attack! Break up the fight!"

He roared, his hands already forming a hand seal.

The others snapped out of their daze and gritted their teeth, channeling their magical power. Various spells shone brightly as they tried to block the three dark figures.

Chen Dajiang peeked out from behind the boulder, his iron bow fully drawn, an arrow nocked.

The bowstring vibrated, and the arrow shot through the air.

He aimed at the foremost evil cultivator, the arrow carrying a golden light as it shot towards the man's shoulder.

The evil cultivator swayed and easily dodged the arrow, which struck the tree trunk behind him, sending wood chips flying.

The cultivator surnamed Liu possessed profound magical power and even greater spell power, which slowed down the three black figures' forward momentum without causing them any injury.

"There are also miscellaneous fish?"

"court death!"

The three abandoned the Taixu disciples who were fleeing ahead, their murderous aura surging, and rushed towards Chen Dajiang and his group!

In just a few breaths, the two Taixu disciples finally ran past them.

The two were unsteady on their feet and weak in breath, already seriously injured.

"Fellow Daoists, hold on! We're going to seek reinforcements!"

The Taixu disciple left a sentence, didn't even turn his head, and grabbed the female cultivator as they fled into the canyon.

Chen Dajiang felt a chill run down his spine.

Should we hold on?

Before he could think it through, a scream came from ahead.

A young rogue cultivator in the group was approached by an evil cultivator. The black and red evil energy transformed into sharp claws and ripped through his chest, spraying blood mist.

The young cultivator looked down at the bloody hole in his chest, as if he hadn't yet realized what had happened.

He immediately collapsed to the ground, the bamboo basket overturned, and the spirit grain mixed with blood splattered all over the ground.

"My little one!"

A burly cultivator standing nearby, his eyes reddening, charged forward, brandishing his ring-pommel sword.

The cultivator surnamed Liu shouted sternly:

"Don't be impulsive! Step back! Keep your distance and fight!"

It's a pity it's too late.

The burly man was halfway there when the mud beneath his feet suddenly churned up.

A black hand, formed from malevolent energy, rose from the ground and gripped his ankle.

The burly man fell to the ground, his ring-pommel sword flying out of his hand.

"save--"

He only managed to utter one word before losing his life.

The third heretical cultivator pounced on him.

Chen Dajiang's eyes darkened, and he drew his bow again, firing arrows in rapid succession.

One arrow, two arrows, three arrows.

He knew in his heart that he must not let these evil cultivators get close, otherwise no one present would survive!

The first two arrows were deflected by the evil energy, but the third arrow luckily struck the evil cultivator's shoulder, the force of which sent him flying several feet before he crashed to the ground.

The evil cultivator let out a shriek, stood up and looked at Chen Dajiang, his scarlet eyes filled with ruthlessness.

Chen Dajiang froze, as if something had gripped his heart.

The murderous intent in the evil cultivator's eyes was clearly visible.

"Hurry up!"

The hoarse voice of the cultivator surnamed Liu rang in my ears.

He rapidly changed hand seals, and a pale golden light screen unfolded in front of him, blocking the attacks of the two evil cultivators.

However, his cultivation level was only at the third level of the Spirit Realm. When he fought against two opponents, cracks spread rapidly across the light screen.

The cultivator surnamed Liu was deathly pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he continued to roar:

"I can't hold out much longer! I'll save as many as I can!"

"Let's go—!"

"Snap!"

Before the words were finished, the light screen shattered.

The cultivator surnamed Liu was blasted backward by the impact of the baleful energy and crashed into the boulder where Chen Dajiang was hiding, gushing out a mouthful of blood.

His right arm was bent at an odd angle and was broken.

Chen Dajiang reached out to pull him.

The cultivator surnamed Liu gripped Chen Dajiang's collar tightly with his left hand, his bloodshot eyes glaring at him:

"Go...did you hear me!"

"Hurry up!"

The voice was so hoarse it was almost inhuman.

Before Chen Dajiang could answer, a dark figure pounced in front of him.

It was that evil cultivator he shot.

A dark red, menacing aura wafted over, carrying a putrid, fishy smell.

Chen Dajiang instinctively turned to the side, the murderous aura brushing past his cheek, causing a burning pain on his skin.

The evil cultivator's second attack followed immediately.

He had nowhere to hide.

Chen Dajiang knew in his heart that he couldn't avoid it.

The difference in their cultivation levels was significant, and the iron bow in his hand was a joke to the evil cultivator; the other party would not allow him to shoot at it.

"Am I going to die?"

Chen Dajiang smiled bitterly to himself, as numerous images flashed through his mind.

The father's increasingly hunched back, Xiulan and Guifang's hard work managing the household, the two infants in their swaddling clothes, Changhe's slightly tired face as he single-handedly supports the family business, and Hu'er, who is cultivating in the immortal sect and unaware of his situation...

He thought of the two Taixu disciples who had escaped, and how wretched they were.

"So, when immortal cultivators face imminent disaster, all they do is run away."

……

Whoosh-!

suddenly.

A silvery-white light flew in from outside the canyon.

The light was extremely bright and fast, like a white lightning bolt.

Chen Dajiang felt a sudden white light before his eyes, followed by a sharp whistling sound.

Flying sword!

That's a flying sword.

The thought flashed through Chen Dajiang's mind.

Within the rainbow light was a flying sword.

The sword was entirely silver-white, with sharp sword energy clinging to its blade. It drew an arc in the air and slashed straight at the leading evil cultivator.

"A sword cultivator who refines Qi?!"

The evil cultivator who lunged at Chen Dajiang reacted quickly, waving his hands to form a shield of black and red malevolent energy in front of him.

"Click—"

The evil cultivator's shield of malevolent energy shattered, and a cloud of blood mist exploded from his chest.

He was sent flying sideways, crashing into the cliff face, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

A long trail of blood was left on the stone wall, then slid down and never moved again.

The silver-white flying sword spun lightly in the air, its blade humming, and the remaining sword energy hissed as it cut through the surrounding air, its sharp sword intent spreading across the land.

The other two evil cultivators turned and fled without hesitation, pushing their movement techniques to the limit, transforming into two black shadows, and frantically fleeing into the depths of the canyon, having already darted dozens of feet away in the blink of an eye.

The flying sword trembled, as if it wanted to give chase.

But the silvery-white light on the sword was visibly fading.

After chasing for more than ten feet, it seemed to have exhausted its strength and staggered back, falling into the hands of a figure that stepped out of the woods.