Immortality: Starting with Plundering the Talents of Monsters

It was the dead of night.

The crescent moon, like a sharp blade, hangs high in the sky, its silvery light shining down like a sword flashing coldly, sharp and piercing.

Seeing the Zhou family's group of Qi Refining Fourth Level cultivators still recklessly pursuing them.

"You're really delaying my escape!"

Xu Mofei flew through the air, a cold and icy aura emanating from his brows and a murderous aura emanating from his body.

Since entering the world of cultivation, Xu Mo has been striving for immortality.

In his view, nothing was more important than this goal.

Now, however, he was being slowed down by a group of ants at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

This could lead to Zhou Yan pursuing them.

Putting one's life in grave danger!

"Only by killing the Zhou family cultivators who are pursuing us can we stop being slowed down further."

Xu Mo stopped trying to escape and prepared to kill these ants while he was at it.

With a flash of golden light, Xu Mo unleashed the Gengjin Cold Iron Sword without charging up his power.

His divine sense locked onto the nearest shopkeeper, Manager Zhou, and he pressed two fingers together lightly backward.

A chilling killing intent solidified and adhered to the Gengjin Cold Iron Sword, while a large amount of Gengjin spiritual power poured into the sword.

"Insects should be wiped out with a single sword strike."

With a thought, Xu Mo skillfully manipulated the Gengjin Cold Iron Sword with his hands, flying up to attack from behind.

In an instant, the blackness formed by killing intent intertwined with the golden light emanating from the Gengjin Cold Iron Sword, carrying an unstoppable momentum.

With a single sword strike, he shattered all of Manager Zhou's attacks and defenses, killing him instantly.

The next moment, a massive torrent of golden and black energy erupted from the Gengjin Cold Iron Sword in the night sky, surging towards the Zhou family cultivators.

The Zhou family cultivators had no way to resist and were all turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Throughout the entire process, Xu Mo didn't even turn his head. He simply used his divine sense as his "eyes" to slaughter all the Zhou family cultivators who were chasing after him.

"Phew...resolved."

Xu Mo let out a soft sigh of relief.

This battle appears to be a one-sided crushing victory for Xu Mo.

In fact, Xu Mo had already exhausted most of his spiritual energy in order to finish the job quickly without slowing things down too much.

If another group of people arrives, Xu Mo will not be able to hold on.

"Fortunately, I had stored several wind speed talismans beforehand... which should be enough to fly back to the Luo family's territory before my spiritual power runs out."

He turned around and looked towards the fishing grounds.

Currently, flames and the radiance of Ren water still occasionally appear.

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After confirming the situation, Xu Mo finally felt relieved.

"While Luo Zhenhai is still keeping Zhou Yan occupied, hurry back to the Luo family territory and seek the patriarch's protection!"

Soon, Xu Mo used the wind speed talisman to fly back to the Luo family's territory.

"Clan leader, the fishing grounds have been invaded by the Zhou family... Deacon Luo Zhenhai is at a disadvantage and may be no match for them!"

With the arrival of the beast tide, even Luo Zheng, who had already confirmed the general situation, dared not be careless.

After all, beast tides are not planned events; they can change at any time.

Moreover, historically, when beast tides arrive, there are always hostile forces interfering to some extent.

Therefore, after Luo Zheng eliminated a group of the most powerful and strongest demonic beasts, he...

They did not go back to rest.

Instead, they remained stationed in the front yard of the Luo family to prevent any sudden changes.

"Zhou Yan, who had reached the pinnacle of Qi cultivation, led a large number of cultivators into the fishing grounds, while Deacon Luo Zhenhai was still struggling to hold on."

Xu Mo dared not delay for even a moment and quickly and clearly told Luo Zheng the specific details.

"How dare the Zhou family take this opportunity to come!"

Luo Zheng's voice was piercingly cold, and the imposing aura of a superior emanated from him, carrying a dangerous undertone.

"Your spiritual energy is almost exhausted. Go back and rest first. I... I'll be right back."

With a flash, Luo Zheng soared into the air, his speed like a shooting star as he rushed towards the fishing grounds.

Due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy, Xu Mo's face turned slightly pale.

After a night of fierce fighting and escape, he also felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him.

"Now that Luo Zheng, who has already reached the Foundation Establishment stage, has made his move, it's practically a sure thing, and there's a high probability that nothing unexpected will happen."

Xu Mo recalled the scene of Luo Zheng casually crushing and slaughtering the monsters, and his heart was at ease.

Without thinking further, he returned to his secluded cave.

……

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Luo Family Fish Farm.

A stream of bright red blood spurted out like a pillar, only to be engulfed by flames in an instant.

Luo Zhenhai's face was deathly pale, almost devoid of color, with bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.

His entire right arm turned to ashes and disappeared, leaving only charred marks and a few scattered sparks at the huge wound.

He looked utterly miserable, a far cry from his usual confident and relaxed self.

Luo Zhenhai's spirit beast, the Zhenhai Xuanxi, had already been burned to ashes by Zhou Yan's fierce onslaught of fire.

Only a small section of the hardest blue rhinoceros horn remained, lying at Luo Zhenhai's feet.

"Hehe, there are differences even among those who have reached the pinnacle of Qi cultivation."

Zhou Yan's lips curled into a cruel smile, mocking him with a playful sneer.

"Luo Zhenhai, you cultivate water magic, yet you were beaten like this by my fire magic... Tsk tsk, you're really too weak."

In fact, the moment Zhou Yan attacked the fishing grounds, Luo Zhenhai knew that his life was nearing its end.

The fishing grounds may be lost.

The reason is simple: Zhou Yan's talent surpasses that of Luo Zhenhai.

Many years ago, he had already achieved the perfection of Qi cultivation.

Now, he has even stepped one foot into the Foundation Establishment stage.

Luo Zhenhai is old and frail, already over 100 years old, and has no chance of building a foundation in this lifetime.

It's perfectly normal that he couldn't defeat Zhou Yan.

"Forget it, you're already half-crippled anyway... Continuing like this will be of no use to the Zhou family."

Zhou Yan's goal was clear: to cause as much damage as possible to the Luo family.

He knew that the Luo family's land was close to the fishing grounds, making it impossible for them to occupy it.

Instead of eliminating Luo Zhenhai, a high-level combatant of the Luo family, they simply changed their target.

Zhou Yan casually unleashed a pillar of fire that shot into the sky, erupting and surging towards the eight fish ponds.

"You can forget about the Luo family's fishpond!"

The centenarian Luo Zhenhai hardened his heart and squeezed out the last bit of his spiritual power.

Three magical water shields appeared in front of the fishpond.

However, in the face of fire magic as hot as volcanic lava, the three water shields were burned dry and evaporated in less than half a breath.

Without the slightest pause, the pillar of fire destroyed the fishpond.

Luo Zhenhai's desperate resistance was futile.

After destroying the fishing grounds, Zhou Yan did not linger for a moment and immediately flew towards Liuyun Mountain.

"Oh no, he's going to harm the younger generation of my Luo family!"

Luo Zhenhai wanted to stop it, but he was powerless to unleash any more spells.

Helpless, they could only watch Zhou Yanfei leave.

With tears streaming down his face, Luo Zhenhai slowly knelt down on the ground.

"Where is Zhou Yan?"

Luo Zheng rushed over as fast as he could, only to find it was too late.

Seeing the burnt remains scattered across the fish farm, but with no sign of Zhou Yan, a bad feeling inexplicably arose in Luo Zheng's mind.

"Zhou Yan has gone to Liuyun Mountain, and he's probably going to slaughter the younger generation of my Luo family... intending to cut off our lineage!"

Tonight, Luo Zheng personally gave the order to have the younger generation of the Luo family, who are still developing, undergo training with the beast tide.

"As expected... that beast Zhou Yan!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Zheng didn't have time to investigate the matter of the fishing grounds and rushed to Liuyun Mountain.

He watched Luo Zheng fly away, mesmerized.

Luo Zhenhai curled up, large tears streaming down his face, washing away the bloodstains at the corner of his mouth.

"Zhenhai, Zhenhai... The sea cannot be suppressed, and you can't protect a fishing ground even if you spend your whole life guarding it..."

"It's Zhenhai... useless!"

Luo Zhenhai used his only remaining withered left hand to wipe away the tears.

He staggered as he crawled, picking up the piece of blue rhinoceros horn with his hands.

Luo Zhenhai was a family cultivator who dedicated his life to guarding the fishing grounds for his family.

Now, the fishing grounds are destroyed, the spirit beasts are dead, and the clansmen who came to the fishing grounds for training have all died before their very eyes.

Even Zizhen ended up disabled.

gurgling.

Dark red blood seeped continuously from the huge bloody hole in his chest, pooling on the ground.

"Zhenhai has failed in his duty; he has no face to face his people!"

Suddenly, Luo Zhenhai picked up the blue rhinoceros horn with his left hand and forcefully plunged it into his own chest.

Blood flowed like a waterfall.

Luo Zhenhai died of exhaustion.