A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Starting as a Rogue Cultivator

Before long, in a secluded ravine with lush trees, a young man, his steps slowing slightly, pointed to a large, ancient tree ahead:

"Senior brother, the cave is under the hollow of that big tree... Ah... You...!"

A series of desperate screams rang out, but quickly faded into silence.

"Hmph, trying to scheme against my family? Junior Brother Lu, you're not qualified to be a rogue cultivator!"

The burly man first retrieved the blood-stained silver flying sword, then casually picked up the storage bag of the young man who refused to close his eyes in death. A fireball spell cleaned the scene instantly. He then frowned and let out a cold snort.

"Fellow Daoist, you've been watching for so long, haven't you had enough?"

They were on high alert, wary of their surroundings.

However, all around, there was only the rustling of leaves in the mountain wind and the chirping of birds.

"Fellow Daoist, do I really have to force you to come out?"

There was still no unusual movement around.

"Hmm? No help?"

This time, the burly man was truly astonished: although he had only just entered the twelfth level of a basic cultivation technique, his strength was definitely not weak among those of the same level. Relying on his silver flying sword, he could easily challenge some elite disciples at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. Where did this dead junior brother get the confidence to devour him, a mere twelfth-level Qi Refining cultivator?

On the other side, Wang Li also frowned: No way, no way, doesn't this guy have any protectors?

He had prepared several mid-to-high-level talismans and a large number of one-time consumption gift packs, ready to "besiege the enemy and attack reinforcements" first. His hands were sore from holding them up, but he still couldn't find the so-called Foundation Establishment stage protector.

I always feel like there's something stuck in my chest.

So it turns out this barefoot giant was a self-taught amateur?

That shouldn't be the case. If he was just a self-taught monk, where would he have gotten the silver pages?

hold on.

It's possible that there are other powerful individuals hiding around, fishing just like him.

Half an hour passed, and it looked like the cave's restrictions were about to be broken by the barefoot giant.

However, Wang Li, who was hidden several meters deep in the soil, did not move an inch.

On the other side, the Three Friends of Mengshan, who had been deliberately startled and drawn here by his puppet beast, had all unleashed their magical artifacts. It could be said that the reason these three, who had also had a "fortuitous encounter," were able to stay peacefully in Mengshan for a year was largely because someone wanted them to shine at this moment.

Keep it for when you're about to get hit by a landmine.

Three against one:

On one side were middle-aged and elderly people who had broken through to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, middle-aged people who had successfully entered the eleventh level of Qi Refining, and women who had barely stepped into the eleventh level of Qi Refining.

On the other side was a barefoot giant who had just entered the twelfth level of Qi Refining.

The trio in the former group, by sheer chance, not only experienced a surge in their cultivation but also acquired an ordinary top-tier magic weapon and several excellent high-tier magic weapons, greatly increasing their strength.

The reason for giving so much:

One reason is...

Chapter 60 Breaking Through the Ground

Without these exquisite magical artifacts, how could the Three Friends of Mengshan have the courage to compete with the barefoot giants of famous sects for opportunities?

On the other hand, without these exquisite magical artifacts, the poor and stingy trio from Mengshan would likely be immediately defeated if they faced the burly man head-on.

This will not achieve the purpose of testing and fishing.

With this foundation, the barefoot giant's silver flying sword, infused with a significant amount of silver essence, was indeed formidable, even destroying two of the trio's high-grade magical artifacts at one point. However, two fists cannot fight four hands, and he quickly succumbed to excessive magical energy depletion, finding himself in grave danger. It seemed he was about to be killed by the eldest of the Three Friends of Mengshan with a high-grade magical artifact.

"Humph!"

That cold snort, filled with hostility, sent chills down the spines of the Three Friends of Mengshan, making their souls tremble.

"Foundation Establishment stage?!"

And it was in the later stages.

"Second Grandfather? You were following me?"

The barefoot man seemed somewhat ungrateful.

"Following? Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that I just came out of seclusion, if it weren't for your good character and talent, and if it weren't for your father begging me to protect you for a while, do you think I would have the time to play house with a bunch of youngsters like you?"

And you, brat, just because someone flatters you a few times you actually think you're some kind of martial arts fanatic? If I hadn't come along this time, you probably wouldn't even be alive to return to the clan!

The old man became increasingly angry as he spoke.

"Those three are no match for me."

The barefoot man stubbornly refused to admit it.

"You're not young anymore, you're in your twenties..."

The old man stopped there, no longer trying to discourage his younger relative: "He's clearly very young, but he looks much older than his age. People who cultivate immortality usually look like they're in their mid-twenties even when they're in their thirties; but this kid, who's only in his mid-twenties, looks like a rough-looking man in his mid-thirties."

It's incredibly deceptive.

Yeah, self-deception.

"Escape separately."

The eldest of the Three Friends of Mengshan, seeing the situation was dire, naturally prepared to flee. Sure enough, his lips moved a few times, and he quickly transmitted his thoughts to his second brother and third sister, signaling that whoever could escape should do so.

They had no chance of winning against someone in the late Foundation Establishment stage.

"Trying to escape? Do you think you can?"

With a cold laugh, the old man waved his hand, summoning a long, gleaming shuttle, aimed straight at the back of the woman who had barely escaped a few steps. Simultaneously, he swung out a greatsword, spinning as it hurtled towards the second of the Three Friends of Mengshan. He then activated a Wind Control Technique, flashing across several dozen feet in a few instants, conjuring a giant sword over ten feet long from the earth along the way, before slashing down directly at the eldest of the Three Friends of Mengshan.

How dare a mere rogue cultivator covet the disciples of their family?

They must die.

Just then, a barely audible rustling sound reached the ears of the old man, whose divine sense had been constantly monitoring the surrounding movements:

not good.

Danger!

This is the old man's accumulated experience over many years, and the direction is right behind him.

An arrow, invisible to the naked eye and devoid of any magical fluctuations, pierced the air and shot straight toward the old man's back. The old man could only vaguely detect the irregular vibrations in the air through his own sharp and concentrated divine sense, thus becoming aware of the existence of such an arrow.

"You treacherous villain!"

He cursed inwardly, but his hands and feet moved swiftly.

After swinging his greatsword forward, he quickly patted his storage bag, and a palm-sized, gleaming blue shield immediately appeared beside him. In a flash of light, the shield rapidly erected a light barrier, protecting the old man within it; in another flash, it grew several times larger, and in the blink of an eye, it was already positioned behind him.

This method of controlling magical artifacts with one's mind is clearly much more flexible and agile than the method of wielding magical power during the Qi Refining stage.

Even a Qi Refining stage cultivator would never be able to control it so effortlessly, as if it were their own arm.

Now, let's talk about this small shield: it's a top-tier, exquisite magical artifact shield that has accompanied the old man for decades, saving him from danger on numerous occasions. Ordinary top-tier magical artifacts can't even scratch its defenses; even high-quality offensive top-tier magical artifacts can at most leave a few scratches on its surface. With this shield, the old man felt very secure.

"when……"

The sound was so crisp and pleasant.

The old man felt a sense of relief: the defense had been successful.

Wait, no, this force is definitely an attack from the Foundation Establishment stage; then, the opponent definitely can't only have this much ability!

Just as the old man had thought.

Wang Lixian used the Three Friends of Mengshan to force them to show themselves.

Then, use the three people to distract him, especially his mind. Because even though the spiritual sense of a Foundation Establishment cultivator is far stronger than that of a Qi Refining cultivator, they still cannot wield multiple magical artifacts at once. Generally, a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the early stages can control two magical artifacts simultaneously as if they were an extension of their arm; a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the middle stages can control three without problems; and a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the late stages can skillfully manipulate four magical artifacts, which is already quite good.

Wang Li used the Three Friends of Mengshan to induce the old man to use his long shuttle and greatsword magic weapons, and he himself also threw out a giant earth and stone sword formed by magic.

This is not counting.

A dozen or so puppets suddenly emerged from the bushes and simultaneously launched an attack of energy blasts at the barefoot giant. With such force, the giant, who had just endured a fierce battle, would have had a hard time resisting.

"You bastard, stop!"

The old man's expression changed, and after a flash of light in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and grabbed at the spot where the big man was standing. As his magical power surged, four earthen walls rose from the ground: a basic high-level spell, Earth Wall Technique.

Furthermore, both the thickness and the number of walls indicate that this is not an ordinary earthen wall technique.

Underground, with all his senses fully activated, Wang Li's lips curled slightly: It seems there are no other bystanders.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

In the instant the old man was distracted by casting his spell, several more arrows whistled through the air, their sounds chasing after the arrows. However, unlike the first arrow, these arrows did not disappear without a trace.

The old man was terrified when he saw this.

Without a second thought, he used his first trump card: a mid-level Golden Light Shield Talisman.

A second layer of defensive light curtain was generated outside the body.

"Boom bang bang."

The light screen only shook for a moment and was not damaged.

Above the light screen, seven rockets wreathed in scorching flames still trembled as they tried to advance. Unfortunately, they lacked the strength to continue.

"Whoosh..."

Seeing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

However, because he used a defensive talisman, his leaping and forward-rushing figure quietly turned into a falling one.

But right where the old man had settled...

"boom!"

A gold brick several meters in size blasted up from the ground!

The defensive light barrier generated by the mid-level talisman was shattered instantly! The second layer of light barrier formed by the top-level magic weapon shield broke even faster and more completely!

As a result, the old man's legs, lower body, tailbone, spine, and other parts of his body shattered inch by inch from bottom to top!

When your mind is distracted too much, how can you pay attention to where you're stepping?

The moment you reveal your trump card is the moment you subconsciously feel at ease, and also the moment you are most careless. What Wang Li was waiting for was this moment of carelessness from the old man, and the place where the old man would land, which he had guided and subtly calculated.