Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

The light was dim deep in the forest, with layers of tree canopy blocking out the moonlight.

Only a few scattered strands of silver light fell, casting cold, dim spots of light.

Jiang Yi moved swiftly through the forest, his movements as agile as a monkey.

Using the giant logs as cover, they dodged left and right, trying their best to shake off the pursuers behind them.

Little Pear poked half her head out from her collar, her two pointed earpieces twitching alertly, trying to detect any movement behind her.

"Whoosh—!"

Suddenly, several sharp wooden spurs shot out, piercing through layers of branches and leaves, and firmly locking onto Jiang Yi's back.

Jiang Yi's heart tightened, and he suddenly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.

A splinter grazed his face and embedded itself hard in the tree trunk in front of him, sending debris flying everywhere.

at the same time.

A rustling sound suddenly came from the bushes at my feet.

Two emerald green vines shot out like venomous snakes, quickly wrapping around his ankles along the ground.

Jiang Yi's expression changed drastically, his footwork shifted rapidly, and he moved left and right.

But the vines were extremely fast, agile and cunning. He barely managed to avoid the first one, but his right leg was still entangled by the second vine.

The immense force of its tightening pulled him off balance, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to the ground.

At a critical juncture.

Jiang Yi steadied himself, hurriedly used his Xuan Shuttle to cut the vines, struggled to break free of the restraints, and continued to run forward.

"Why waste your energy, fellow Daoist? If you are willing to surrender, I, Wang, will give you a quick death and save you from further physical suffering."

Wang Lin walked with a leisurely pace, a cold smile on his face, slowly lagging behind.

With his hands moving in different hand seals, he alternated between using talismans and spells to continuously block Jiang Yi's path.

He possesses a wood-type spiritual root and is most skilled in wood-type magic, making him perfectly suited to this environment.

The other party had some ulterior motives, hoping to rely on the dense forest to escape the pursuit, but little did they know that this was exactly walking into a trap.

Jiang Yi ignored him, gritted his teeth, and ran wildly with his head down, secretly forming hand seals with his fingertips.

Shortly after, as he passed through a narrow pass formed by interlocking giant trees, he suddenly spun around and fired a water arrow.

The water arrows glowed eerily in the night, carrying a sharp force as they shot through the air toward the enemy.

Wang Lin raised an eyebrow and quickly stepped aside.

The water jet whistled past her robes, piercing the dense forest behind her and sending up a shower of broken branches and leaves.

"Damn it!"

His face darkened, and green light swirled around his fingertips as several more wooden spikes flew away.

But Jiang Yi was prepared. He swayed and, using the trees for cover, continued to flee without looking back.

He didn't know when, but the image of Xiao Li was no longer on his chest.

"..."

Night fell.

The bright moon slowly shifted, and the night grew increasingly cold and gloomy.

In the blink of an eye, the two had been entangled for nearly half an hour.

Sometimes they run from the depths of the dense forest to the edge of the coast, and sometimes they turn back from among the reefs to the heart of the dense forest.

During this period, Jiang Yi repeatedly used the terrain to launch counterattacks, attempting to retaliate and turn the tide.

But Wang Lin not only had superior cultivation, but was also extremely shrewd in his actions.

Extremely cautious, never rash, and never giving anyone an opportunity to take advantage.

Jiang Yi was completely suppressed and powerless.

Especially the net-shaped magical artifact in the opponent's hand, which was held back yet whose spiritual light flickered.

This made him feel extremely uneasy and wary, so he dared not stop fighting and could only endlessly run for his life.

now.

After a long period of fleeing and fighting.

Jiang Yi's clothes were tattered, his long hair was disheveled, and he looked extremely disheveled.

His left arm and chest were covered in blood, with jagged gashes from the wooden splinter.

His right leg was also bruised, and he was unsteady and staggering.

He was drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily and rapidly; he was at his last gasp.

The entanglement has reached this point.

He had very little magical power left, his dantian was completely empty, and he was finding it extremely difficult to control the Xuan Shuttle.

If they cannot find a way to break the deadlock, defeat is only a matter of time.

In contrast, Wang Lin, though pale and having expended considerable magical power, remained calm and composed.

He was extremely patient, staying far behind and probing and wearing down the enemy with various means, while keeping the Spirit Binding Pouch in his hand ready to unleash its power.

They can strike and defeat their opponent instantly by waiting for the opponent to make a mistake.

Not long after.

Seeing that Jiang Yi was unsteady on his feet and his condition was becoming increasingly weak.

Wang Lin's lips curled into a cold smile, and he silently increased his speed.

It's time to end this cat-and-mouse game...

"It's time, we can't delay any longer..."

After chasing for a while, Jiang Yi staggered to a clearing in the woods, muttering to himself.

He glanced at a patch of bushes, then suddenly clenched his fingers, crushing the already dim spirit stone in his palm, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He then took a deep breath, abruptly turned around, poured all his remaining magical power into the Xuan Shuttle, and shouted sharply:

"You're forcing me to this point, cutting off my path to survival! Then let's die together!"

"call out--!"

A flash of cold light whistled past, its sharpness extremely fierce, aiming straight for his vital point!

Upon seeing this, Wang Lin's expression changed slightly. Not daring to gamble on whether he could avoid it, he immediately activated the talisman in his palm.

A burst of intense green light exploded outwards, intertwining and coalescing in mid-air, instantly transforming into a thick vine shield that firmly blocked the way.

"Sizzle—!"

The next instant, the Xuan Shuttle pierced the vine shield fiercely.

The intense clash of light produced a piercing friction sound, and sparks flew like fireflies.

The rattan shield cracked and splintered, revealing numerous fine lines on its surface, with fragments flake off in a flurry.

But in the end, they managed to firmly pin down Xuan Shuo's sharp edge, preventing it from advancing an inch.

After a few breaths of stalemate, the Xuan Shuttle suddenly dimmed, its buzzing abruptly stopped, and it fell directly to the ground.

This clearly shows that its owner was already exhausted and had no strength left to even recall the ritual implement.

Wang Lin smiled faintly.

Seeing Jiang Yi's terrified expression, yet still unwilling to surrender, and attempting to escape by clinging to a tree trunk, a hint of mockery appeared on his face.

"it's over."

His tone was indifferent, and he suddenly raised the Spirit Binding Pouch in his hand, which swelled in the wind and grew to a size of about ten feet, covering Jiang Yi's head.

The net glowed brilliantly, emitting an extremely strong suction force, firmly locking onto Jiang Yi's aura.

The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by the strong wind and flew everywhere with a whooshing sound.

Jiang Yi's expression changed drastically. He desperately tried to steady himself and dodge to the side.

But the net came swiftly, and his magic power was exhausted, making his movements slow and clumsy.

In the blink of an eye, he was completely covered by the net, his limbs and body were tightly bound, and he could no longer move an inch.

"Hehe, fellow Daoist is indeed slippery."

Wang Lin shook his head and smiled, then reached out and pulled out a short blade, his tone cold and indifferent:

"Wang is always decisive in his actions. If you surrender sooner, I will make sure you die a quick and painless death."

But you stubbornly resisted, wasting so much of my time... Sigh, I hope you can bear with it for a while, fellow Daoist, and not scream too much. Pain is normal, it will pass quickly.

He toyed with the short blade as he slowly approached.

Seeing Jiang Yi's face filled with despair as he struggled helplessly in the net, he couldn't help but lick his lips and reveal a playful smile.

At the same moment, in the low bushes not far away.

Little Pear's fur stood on end as she lay tightly on the ground.

A suppressed hiss escaped from his throat, within which a purple light flickered uncertainly, gradually taking shape.

Its body was tense, and its round eyes were fixed on Jiang Yi, full of anxiety and impatience.

After a while.

Wang Lin strolled over to Jiang Yi's side and looked down at him.

Without hesitation, he thrust the short blade in his hand toward his dantian!

"Xiao Li!"

At that very moment, blood vessels bulged in Jiang Yi's eyes, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and he gritted his teeth and roared!

Ok?

Wang Lin's eyes widened in surprise, a sense of impending doom suddenly arose in his heart, and a feeling of impending doom washed over him.

Just as he was about to react, a crackling sound rang out behind him.

"Sizzle—!"

In an instant, a bolt of pure purple lightning, as thick as a thumb, shot out from the bushes!

The lightning was incredibly fast, disappearing in a flash!

It struck Wang Lin in the back as he bent over with a knife in an instant!

"Well!"

Wang Lin froze abruptly, his eyes wide open, his mouth agape but unable to utter a sound.

Although the purple lightning bolt was not particularly thick, it contained extremely domineering lightning power.

His whole body convulsed violently, his long hair stood on end, and smoke hissed from his robes.

It felt like an invisible hand was gripping him, and he fell straight to the ground.

Wang Lin was filled with terror, completely unaware of what had happened.

He felt a sudden, violent surge of lightning energy invade his body, causing his entire body to become completely unresponsive.

the other side.

The Spirit Binding Pouch lost its magical power, its spiritual light dimmed, and it slowly loosened.

Jiang Yi had been waiting for this moment!

He struggled free, quickly picked up the fallen dagger, and staggered forward.

He pressed down on Wang Lin's head with one hand, aimed at the still wide-open eye sockets, and stabbed hard, twisting and turning it back and forth!

Wang Lin let out a whimper, not even having time to scream, his body convulsed a few times, and then he was completely lifeless.

Jiang Yi's lips were tightly pressed together, his gaze fierce, and his face was splattered with blood, making him look particularly terrifying in the moonlight.

The enemy beneath him was unrecognizable and had long since ceased to move.

He did not stop, but continued to stab and stab with the short blade.

He was acting like a madman, venting his emotions recklessly!

Until quite some time later.

Exhausted, Jiang Yi's legs gave way, he dropped the short blade and fell backward to the ground.

He gazed at the night sky through the branches and leaves, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

Then, with a whoosh, it went off.

A furry figure darted out from the bushes, approached Jiang Yi, and circled around him.

"Meow~"

A moment later, Little Pear let out a few soft whimpers and curled up in a ball next to Jiang Yi's neck.

A warm, moist tongue gently licked his cheek...