Mortal: I have a Spirit Gathering Cauldron

The main battlefield between the Seven Factions and the Six Demonic Sects, the sky over Jingu Plain is always gray.

The clash of spells and magical artifacts between the cultivators on both sides darkened and clouded the sky above the battlefield.

A faint, lingering, sweet and bloody smell permeated the air.

At this moment, a cultivator dressed in a gray robe was hiding in a secluded spot amidst jagged rocks, remaining motionless.

He was draped in a transparent veil, the sheer fabric of which completely concealed his figure and aura. From the outside, he appeared as nothing more than a pile of ordinary, unremarkable rocks.

He lay in wait, patiently waiting for his prey to take the bait.

This hunter was none other than Lin Feng.

Since arriving at the Jingu Plain battlefield six months ago, Lin Feng has thoroughly figured out the survival rules of this battlefield.

In the first month after their arrival, the seven factions received strong reinforcements from the Yuanwu Kingdom and the Zijin Kingdom, which boosted their morale and led to a major counterattack against the six demonic sects.

That battle was earth-shattering, with tens of thousands of cultivators from both sides fighting on the battlefield. The fluctuations in spiritual energy caused the heavens and earth to change color and the sun and moon to lose their light.

High in the sky, Core Formation cultivators clashed in the clouds, their spiritual light exploding like fireworks, the sound echoing for miles. In mid-air, Foundation Establishment cultivators hunted each other in groups of three or five, magical artifacts flying everywhere, talismans roaring.

On the ground, countless Qi Refining cultivators were caught up in the battle formation and charged at each other, like two torrents colliding, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and countless dead and injured.

Fortunately, Lin Feng was assigned to the flank, responsible for fighting against the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the demonic path.

With the dual defense of the Crimson Gold Shield and the Golden Light Shield, along with the combination of various top-tier magical artifacts, he not only survived the battle but also killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the same level, earning considerable merit.

Since this major battle ended in another draw, the battle lines have remained deadlocked. The two sides have gradually formed a stalemate of "small skirmishes every day and major battles every month".

The so-called "big battle" is a head-on battle involving thousands of people. Both sides line up in formation, exchange spells and magical weapons, and fight fiercely, but there are very few casualties.

"Small battles" refer to one-on-one hunting between Core Formation and Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Lin Feng's favorite sport is "small-scale fighting".

In large-scale battles, he had no control over the situation.

Thousands of people were fighting in a chaotic battle. Even if it was just a clash of magical weapons, no one knew if the aftershock of an attack from a Core Formation cultivator would hit them in the next second and blast them and their shields into dust.

On that kind of battlefield, individual strength and luck are utterly insignificant.

But small-scale fighting is different.

Hunting among Foundation Establishment cultivators is a contest of strength, methods, and intelligence. Lin Feng believed he possessed all three.

For the past six months, he has maintained a fixed combat rhythm: stealth attacks, a single, decisive strike, and then a retreat back to camp, never lingering outside the battlefield for even a moment longer.

Avoid direct combat, avoid prolonged battles, and avoid greed.

The battlefield situation changes in an instant. No one knows whether a peak Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivator will suddenly appear in the next second, or worse, whether they will run into a siege by a squad of demonic cultivators.

Only by clinging to life can one survive.

At this moment, Lin Feng was using the concealing veil to lie prone in a pile of rocks.

He chose a very particular location, which was higher than the surrounding area, offering a wide view and overlooking a dry riverbed below.

That riverbed is a necessary route for the demonic cultivators' patrols, and he has figured out their patrol patterns in the past few days.

His divine sense spread out silently.

After completing the first level of the Great Evolution Technique, Lin Feng's spiritual strength had exceeded that of an ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator by more than double.

The range of a typical mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator's divine sense is about one and a half miles, while his divine sense can cover nearly three miles, and it is more subtle and more concealed.

This is also the source of his confidence to squat here alone and wait for prey.

He can spot the opponent first and then launch a sneak attack.

Time passed little by little.

The wind blew across the riverbed, stirring up fine dust that rustled against the rocks. Lin Feng remained motionless, completely enveloped by the light of the Hidden Spirit Veil, blending him into the surrounding jumble of rocks.

Suddenly, his divine sense detected a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy.

"They're here."

The fluctuations were very subtle, so Lin Feng didn't rush to act. Instead, he waited for the fluctuations to get closer so he could clearly see the number and cultivation level of the other party.

Two demonic cultivators in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

They patrolled along the riverbed, one in front of the other. The one in front, dressed in black, was slender and carried a small black banner. He walked cautiously, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.

The one behind him was wearing a red robe, was burly, had two storage bags hanging from his waist, and carried a large sword wreathed in flames on his back.

People from the Ghost Spirit Sect and the Demon Flame Sect.

He continued to wait.

Wait until those two demonic cultivators get a little closer.

Right now.

Lin Feng made his move.

The Bewitching Bell vibrated silently within her sleeve, its psychedelic sound waves transforming into invisible ripples that spread towards the two people on the riverbed.

The two demonic cultivators froze simultaneously.

The Condensing Mirror shot out from Lin Feng's hand, and a beam of white light shone on the red-robed demonic cultivator.

The moment the white light fell, the red-robed demonic cultivator froze completely, his entire body like a stone sculpture.

This is a combo that Lin Feng has used countless times: first, he uses the Soul-Bewitching Bell to distract the opponent, then he uses the Void-Freezing Mirror to immobilize them, and finally he uses the Wind-Breaking Spear to kill them in one strike.

The golden light of the Wind-Breaking Spear condensed at its tip, like a miniature sun compressed to its limit. Lin Feng swung his arm, and the Wind-Breaking Spear transformed into a golden stream of light, shooting towards the red-robed demonic cultivator's chest.

"puff--"

The spear tip pierced the red-robed demonic cultivator's body, entering through his chest and exiting through his back, drawing out a cloud of blood mist. Golden spiritual energy exploded at the wound, wreaking havoc on his meridians.

The red-robed demonic cultivator's eyes widened, his mouth opened as if he wanted to shout something, but only a "clucking" sound came out. His body swayed, then he fell backward, splashing dust onto the riverbed.

From the moment the attack was launched to the moment the kill was achieved, it took less than two breaths.

The black-robed demonic cultivator beside him only then snapped out of the bewitching sound waves of the Soul-Bewitching Bell.

When he saw his companion's fallen body, his face turned deathly pale.

Almost instinctively, he activated the small black banner in his hand.

The small banner grew taller in the wind, transforming into a black banner over ten feet high, from which thick black mist surged, enveloping his entire body.

Then he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a drop of semen.

The essence blood fell onto the surface of the small banner, and the black mist instantly turned blood red.

The black-robed demonic cultivator's spiritual energy surged several times over, and his body transformed into a blood-red shadow, fleeing upstream towards the riverbed at extreme speed.

Its speed was astonishing, more than twice as fast as normal escape speed.

Blood Escape Technique.

Lin Feng watched the rapidly fleeing blood-red figure but did not give chase.

His gaze fell on the corpse of the red-robed demonic cultivator, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He walked over skillfully, bent down and tore the storage bag off the corpse, then activated the Wind-Escape Shuttle, transforming into a silver streak of light and rushing towards the main camp.