Mortal: I have a Spirit Gathering Cauldron

The clamor of the wind atop Lingcui Mountain gradually subsided.

Lin Feng felt the medicinal power of the True Essence Pill still slowly circulating in his meridians, and his spiritual power gradually recovered by more than half, but activating the Reversed Five Elements Formation just now still consumed a lot of his mental energy.

At this moment, Han Tianya also put the talisman into his storage bag and turned to walk towards Nie Ying.

"Senior Sister Nie." Han Tianya walked up to Nie Ying, a hint of urgency on her alluring face, her eyes slightly upturned. "Now that the three members of the Liu family have been executed, one remains missing. What should we do next?"

Nie Ying is dealing with the residual bloodstains left after Liu Qinglan disappeared.

She took out a talisman from her storage bag, placed it on her palm, and activated her spiritual power. The talisman transformed into a white light screen, absorbing all the faint blood-red mist in the air.

This is a "Purifying Talisman," specifically used to cleanse the battlefield of blood and evil energy, preventing it from contaminating the spiritual veins.

Upon hearing Han Tianya's words, she turned her head and parted her lips slightly.

"This time, we must also thank Junior Brother Lin for his formation and the great help of all my fellow disciples." Her gaze swept over Lin Feng. "I suppose that Liu Yunwu, who is still in the early stage of Foundation Establishment, has already been arranged to escape."

Han Tianya frowned, his tone becoming even more urgent: "Senior Sister Nie, what should we do? If he gets away, we won't be able to explain it to our senior uncles when we get back."

Nie Ying's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain.

"How dare ants compete with the sun and moon?" Her voice was soft, but every word carried a condescending confidence. "My senior uncles were prepared."

She raised her hand and sent a sound transmission talisman down the mountain.

The talisman transformed into a beam of light, passing through the bamboo forest on the mountainside and landing among the Qi Refining disciples who were cleaning up the battlefield.

A moment later, several Qi Refining cultivators flew up from the mountainside.

The leader was an elderly monk with gray hair and a thin face, wearing a gray Taoist robe that was covered in dust and bloodstains.

He held a small white jade bottle in his hands, the mouth of which was sealed with a spirit-sealing talisman, and a faint red light emanated from the bottle.

The elderly cultivator stopped in front of Lin Feng and the other two, presented the small white jade bottle with both hands, and bowed respectfully.

"My fellow disciples, I have collected the essence blood of dozens of direct descendants of the Liu family as instructed."

Nie Ying nodded, took the jade bottle, and didn't say anything more.

With a flick of her hand, she removed the sealing talisman from the bottle's opening, and the crimson blood inside flew out, condensing into a thin, long line in the air.

Guided by her fingertips, the blood slowly fell into a compass in the palm of her left hand.

The compass was about the size of a palm, completely black, and its surface was covered with dark red runes.

The blood fell onto the compass and was absorbed by the runes on it. The runes lit up one by one, changing from dark red to blood red, until the entire compass was glowing.

Nie Ying tapped the compass several times with her fingertips, injecting spiritual energy into it, and the compass suddenly trembled.

The pointer on the compass began to spin, and after several rotations, it steadily pointed northwest. The runes on the edge of the compass also lit up, forming a blurry character: Six Hundred.

"This is the 'Blood Soul Tracking Disc' bestowed upon me by my martial uncle," Nie Ying explained, her voice as cold as ever.

"Using the essence and blood of the direct descendants of the Liu family as a guide, we track any aura bearing the Liu family bloodline within a radius of several thousand miles. Judging from the spiritual light of the compass, the auras of several Liu family cultivators are in the northwest direction, about six hundred miles away from us, and they are still moving."

Han Tianya's eyes lit up, and a look of surprise appeared on her alluring face.

"My senior uncles have indeed made thorough preparations!" He rubbed his hands together, eager to try.

"Right now, Senior Brother Xiao is injured and needs to recuperate, and Senior Sister Nie also needs to deter the villains and handle the aftermath of the Liu family's mountain gate and clan property. Junior Brother has volunteered to go and capture the fish that escaped the net."

Nie Ying glanced at Han Tianya but said nothing.

Her gaze lingered on Han Tianya's face for a moment, as if weighing something. Then her gaze shifted to Lin Feng, and she spoke telepathically to him:

"Junior brother, do you still have any energy left?"

After hearing this, Lin Feng replied telepathically, "Senior Sister, are you worried about Han Tianya?"

"Not bad." Nie Ying's voice transmission carried a hint of coldness.

"I've heard a bit about that escapee. I heard he's a genius of the Liu family this generation, who reached Foundation Establishment at twenty-five and has dual spiritual roots. He must have taken the family's savings accumulated over the years with him. I'm not at ease leaving Han Tianya alone."

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he transmitted his voice, "So, Senior Sister trusts me? Aren't you afraid that Junior Brother will be like Han Tianya, taking the benefits and running away?"

Nie Ying's lips curled slightly, a hint of amusement in her voice transmission: "Junior brother, it's better than letting an outsider have it. Besides—"

She paused, then her tone became serious as she transmitted her voice: "Junior brother, do you know what our senior uncles will offer as a reward for this mission?"

"I would like to hear the details."

"If the harvest this time is sufficient, I believe the senior uncles who have reached the Core Formation stage will be generous in bestowing upon us spiritual items."

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat.

A spiritual object that has reached the Core Formation stage.

That thing is a priceless treasure in the cultivation world.

Although he has the Spirit Gathering Cauldron and has no shortage of resources, and his cultivation is steadily improving, he still hasn't found a Core Formation item yet.

This job isn't too risky, I'll take it.

Lin Feng stopped using telepathy and spoke directly. His voice was not loud, but it was very clear: "Senior Sister Nie, I still have the strength to go with Fellow Daoist Han."

Nie Ying nodded, a look of satisfaction on her face.

"That's excellent."

She used her spiritual power to lift the Blood Soul Tracking Disc in her hand and steadily presented it to Lin Feng. Lin Feng reached out and took it, holding it in his palm.

"My two junior brothers, you should hurry on your way." Nie Ying's voice was clear and firm, carrying an undeniable urging, "lest things get complicated. This trip must be a complete elimination."

Lin Feng and Han Tianya bowed to each other at the same time.

"Yes, ma'am."

The two each raised their magical artifacts, transforming into two streaks of light that sped off in the northwest.

Lin Feng held the Blood Soul Tracking Compass, the blood-red compass slightly warm in his palm, the pointer steadily pointing forward.

Han Tianya flew beside him, his azure escape light and Lin Feng's silver streak moving side by side, like two shooting stars streaking across the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Lin." Han Tianya turned his head and glanced at him, a half-smile playing on his lips. "What did you and Senior Sister Nie exchange telepathic messages on the mountaintop just now?"

Lin Feng remained expressionless: "It's nothing. Senior Sister Nie just told me to be careful."

Han Tianya smiled and didn't press the matter.

Although Liu Yunwu was not slow, Lin Feng and his group were faster.

The distance displayed on the Blood Soul Tracking Compass was slowly decreasing: 580 li, 560 li...

Although Liu Yunwu's flying boat was also a top-tier flying magic weapon, he only had the cultivation level of the early Foundation Establishment stage. His spiritual power and endurance were not comparable to those of the two cultivators in the middle Foundation Establishment stage.

Lin Feng and Han Tianya were both a fraction faster than his flying boat, and with this difference in speed, the distance between them would only get closer.

Flying over mountain peaks and across plains.

The scenery underfoot changed from rolling green hills to low hills, and then from hills to open plains.

Occasionally, one can see a few villages inhabited by ordinary people, with low houses and wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, seemingly from a different world from the blood-soaked Lingcui Mountain in the distance.

After flying for several more hours, the distance on the Blood Soul Tracking Compass was shortened from more than 500 miles to less than a few miles.

Ahead, Liu Yunwu on the airship had already spotted the pursuers.