Mortal: I have a Spirit Gathering Cauldron

As Lin Xingjian leaped onto the silver-white flying boat and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the Wangshui Kingdom, Lin Feng, who had been watching the show for a while, suddenly felt his heart race.

"They're here."

In the distance, the array was exploding continuously, and spiritual light shot into the sky. Old Hu was burning his lifespan to maintain the array and buy Lin Xingjian time to escape.

Lin Feng donned the Spirit Concealing Veil, suppressing his aura to the extreme. He placed the Wind-Escape Shuttle beneath his feet, slowly channeling spiritual energy into it. The silver-white shuttle glowed faintly, poised to launch.

The next moment, Lin Feng swept away close to the ground!

He stayed close to the ground, using the undulating terrain of the Gobi Desert and the aftershocks of the battle as cover, like a silent shadow, and swept towards the direction Lin Xingjian had fled.

Lin Xingjian's silver-white flying boat was already extremely fast, but it was still a step slower than Lin Feng's Wind-Escape Shuttle.

The advantages of top-tier flying artifacts were fully demonstrated in this long-distance chase. The speed of the Wind-Traveling Shuttle was at least 20% faster than that of the Silver-White Flying Boat, and the distance between the two was decreasing at a visible speed.

Three hundred zhang!

Two hundred zhang!

Right now.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, maximizing the speed of the Wind-Escape Shuttle. His figure soared into the air, shooting forward like an arrow released from a bow. At the same time, he flipped his right hand and pulled out the flying needle from his storage bag.

With spiritual energy infused, the flying needle flew from between his fingers, transforming into an almost invisible streak of cold light in the night sky, shooting towards the white light shield of Lin Xingjian's flying boat.

Silent and stealthy, as fast as lightning.

"puff--"

The flying needle struck the protective light shield of the silver-white flying boat.

The needle tip pierced the light shield less than an inch before stopping, as if it had been stuck into a lump of sticky glue, unable to go any further. The flying needle trembled on the surface of the light shield, its tail quivering slightly and emitting a soft buzzing sound.

Lin Xingjian's reaction was surprisingly fast.

He spotted the flying needle with a mere sweep of his divine sense. A silver-white flying sword flew out from his sleeve, flashing with light, and precisely struck the middle of the needle.

"bite--"

The flying needle snapped in two, the two fragments falling from the sky, leaving two faint, cold streaks in the moonlight before disappearing into the dark sand dunes.

Lin Feng sighed inwardly.

Even high-grade magic weapons are no match for cultivators in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. Especially for someone like Lin Xingjian, who has the protection of a flying boat, the flying needles simply cannot penetrate his defenses.

After Lin Xingjian launched his counterattack in the blink of an eye, he didn't pause for a moment. He didn't even bother to sense who was attacking him; instead, the flying boat sped forward even faster.

"They're really vigilant," Lin Feng muttered, then activated the Wind-Escape Shuttle at full power and gave chase.

Two streaks of light streaked across the night sky, one after the other, like two shooting stars streaking across the desolate desert.

The distance is getting closer.

As Lin Feng activated the Wind-Escape Shuttle, he extended his divine sense, transforming it into a thin thread, and transmitted his voice to Lin Xingjian ahead.

"Senior brother, please wait."

The voice transmission carried a hint of a smile, as if greeting an old friend.

The airship ahead paused noticeably for a moment, then accelerated a bit more.

Lin Xingjian's divine sense swept over, lingering on Lin Feng for less than half a breath before withdrawing. Immediately afterwards, a cold, icy divine sense transmission returned to Lin Feng's mind.

"It's you."

Lin Xingjian's voice carried suppressed anger and a hint of barely perceptible shock.

"You've been following me all this time? I didn't realize you'd been planning this for six months."

Lin Feng smiled, his voice filled with sincerity: "Senior brother, I only wish to obtain the Great Evolution Technique. Please stay and let's make a deal. Spirit stones, magic weapons, pills—please feel free to ask."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xingjian didn't reply at all, only focusing on running away. The speed of the silver-white flying boat increased even more, and the white light shield on the surface of the flying boat was dazzlingly bright, obviously indicating that the spiritual power was pushed to the limit.

Lin Feng sighed.

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup."

The Wind Shuttle shone brightly with silver light, and its speed increased once again.

The wind and sand on the Gobi Desert howled in my ears. There were no stars in the night sky, only a crescent moon hanging in the western sky, turning the entire desert into a silvery-gray color.

Two streaks of light, one after the other, cast rapidly moving shadows on the desolate land.

After chasing for three hundred miles, the distance was finally reduced to less than one hundred feet.

Lin Feng reached into his sleeve with his right hand and grasped the Bewitching Bell.

As spiritual energy was infused, the copper bell vibrated silently. A series of mind-altering sound waves transformed into invisible ripples, spreading out from the copper bell and enveloping the flying boat ahead.

Where the sound waves passed, the air distorted slightly, as if it were evaporating under high temperature.

Lin Xingjian's flying boat swayed slightly.

But it only swayed for a moment.

His divine sense was incredibly powerful; the divine sense he cultivated through the Great Evolution Technique far surpassed that of other cultivators of the same level. The bewitching sound of the Soul-Bewitching Bell was like a gentle breeze to him, and he didn't even flinch.

Lin Feng was not surprised. The Soul-Bewitching Bell was effective against ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators, but against Lin Xingjian, who cultivated the Great Evolution Technique, its effect was negligible.

But he still has a backup plan.

At the same time, the Zhenyue Pagoda flew out of the storage bag, growing rapidly in the wind, expanding from the size of a palm to over ten feet tall. Its dark golden body hovered in the air, while a dark yellow pillar of suppressing light crashed down, enveloping Lin Xingjian and the flying boat!

"Um?!"

Lin Xingjian froze, the speed of the flying boat dropped sharply, and the light shield flickered violently.

Just for this one moment!

Lin Xingjian made an astonishing decision. Without struggling or breaking free, he unleashed his flying sword in a backhand strike towards Zhenyue Tower!

"clang--"

The flying sword struck the tower, sending sparks flying.

The Zhenyue Pagoda was cleaved away by a sword strike, tumbling several times in the air, its spiritual light dimming slightly. Lin Feng quickly channeled his spiritual power to stabilize the pagoda and retrieved it into his hand.

The moment the suppressing force disappeared, Lin Xingjian's flying boat regained its speed and continued to rush forward.

But what Lin Feng wanted was this moment of stillness.

The Windbreaker Spear flew out from behind, its silver barrel gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Lin Feng gripped the gun barrel with his right hand, and his golden true essence surged wildly into the gun. After switching to the Golden Light Technique, his spiritual power was sharp and fierce, much stronger than ordinary spiritual power.

The tip of the Windbreaker Spear shone with a dazzling golden light, like a small sun crashing into the airship's light shield!

"laugh--"

The white light shield was as thin as paper, and it was pierced by a single shot!

The Wind-Breaking Spear moved with unstoppable force, aiming straight for Lin Xingjian's back!

Lin Xingjian suddenly turned around, a small silver shield held horizontally in front of him, with a mercury-like light screen flowing around it.

"clang!"

The tip of the Windbreaker Spear pierced the small silver shield with a resounding thud.

A loud bang.

The spear tip pierced deep into the shield, and a tiny crack immediately appeared on the surface of the small shield, its spiritual light diminishing sharply.

But in the end, it was still blocked.

Using the immense force of the shot, Lin Xingjian and his flying boat were propelled backward several meters, completely widening the distance between him and Lin Feng. His face was extremely grim.

Lin Feng recalled the Windbreaker Spear, its tip still covered with fragments of the small silver shield, and felt a pang of regret.

It was just a hair's breadth away from breaking the shield and injuring the enemy.

Lin Xingjian steadied himself, but could no longer remain calm. His cold, icy divine sense, filled with anger and anxiety, slammed into Lin Feng's mind.