UGB Chapter 247: The Fisherman Reaps the Benefit
Chapter 247: The Fisherman Reaps the Benefit
In the training ground of the Sutra Repository.
Ripples spread across the air.
Behind Yan Zekun, a black gale churned, and a man wearing a single eye patch materialized out of thin air.
When he manifested, he extended a large hand, pointed it as a sword, and thrust it directly towards the back of Yan Zekun's head.
He thrust out his sword.
A sharp, malevolent wind whistled through the air, as sharp as a sword, capable of piercing through gold and shattering stone.
The scent of death immediately filled Yan Zekun's heart.
Immediately, he turned around to look.
"This is..." He turned around and saw a man shrouded in black aura.
The man's body was illusory and unreal; he was clearly not human.
While Yan Zekun was still in shock, the fierce energy emanating from the finger sword had already pierced through his skull.
His consciousness immediately dissipated, his vital energy began to disappear, the three flowers within his body withered, and a rich amount of Earth Qi overflowed.
This is the demise of the immortal foundation, giving back to heaven and earth.
"Uncle..." Yan Zhenshu cried out in grief as Yan Zekun disappeared.
Yan Yicheng felt a chill run down his spine and cried out, "Grandpa..."
However, the moment they uttered their shouts, their eyelids twitched, and they both turned to look.
But then, light shone from behind both of them.
A blue light burst forth behind Yan Zhenshu, and a blue wooden spear, as thin as a thread, pierced straight towards him.
As soon as he turned around, the silk threads pierced through his neck and the back of his head.
Even the heart meridian was pierced.
"This is..." Then, he saw a man with an ethereal body, his whole body radiating a bluish-green light.
Before he could even get a clear look at the man's face, Yan Zhenshu lost consciousness, and his immortal foundation began to dissipate.
A vast amount of golden magical power flowed from his body like water.
the other side.
Behind Yan Yicheng, a blazing light burst forth, and a tall, ethereal man appeared.
The man, wielding a long knife, thrust it directly into Yan Yicheng's back.
When he turned around, his body had been pierced and his heart meridian had shattered.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
Yan Zhenshu and Yan Yicheng were injured by the aftershocks of Murong Qingshuang's self-destruction using a quasi-third-order forbidden weapon.
Before they could even regain their footing, a crisis suddenly struck.
This left them with absolutely no time to deal with it.
"How...is this possible!" Yan Yicheng stared wide-eyed at the man wielding a giant sword, who was stabbing at his back.
The man's body was illusory.
Even the knife in his palm seemed to be formed from condensed magical power.
Yet, that single strike possessed a power comparable to that of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.
The spirit of this warrior was none other than 'Sha Dao,' whose cultivation had reached the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and whose body refinement was comparable to the late-Foundation Establishment stage.
As for the one who attacked and killed Yan Zekun, it was "Yan Jiuming".
Zhang Jinshu was the one who killed Yan Zhenshu.
Boom!
A crisp sound rang out.
However, Murong Qingshuang fell to the ground.
She coughed up blood, her internal energy plummeted, her magical power was constantly draining away, and her immortal foundation was damaged.
This time, by burning the power of the Three Flowers, she had already damaged her immortal foundation. The backlash from the poison of the Ice Lotus Mist Flower caused her spiritual root to be continuously corroded. As her magical power receded like the tide, even her soul began to dazed and her consciousness became confused.
Before her consciousness faded, her eyelashes trembled, and she still couldn't help but look in Yang Jiuli's direction.
"That is, a heroic spirit... You... You come from the State of Chu... Your name... is Yang Jiu..." Murong Qingshuang whispered.
Before she could finish speaking, her consciousness became hazy, and she completely lost consciousness.
As toxins erode the body, vital energy gradually disappears.
Ultimately, his immortal foundation vanished completely, and he perished and his cultivation ended.
Before she died, she used her divine sense to see the three heroic spirits that appeared in an instant and guessed Yang Jiuli's identity.
In the past, the spirits of heroes from Yunmeng Lake manifested and repelled the invading enemy.
This matter was so shocking that it alarmed the entire cultivation world of the Chu Kingdom.
This place is adjacent to the State of Chu and very close to Yunmeng Lake. The Murong clan in the northern part of the State of Yue also learned of this news.
Upon seeing the several heroic spirits, Murong Qingshuang suddenly realized something, and her thoughts raced, with a thousand words she wanted to say.
Unfortunately, the poison took effect, and she was unable to utter a word.
"Have we been discovered?" Yang Jiuli's eyes flickered as he looked at Murong Qingshuang.
At this moment, the "golden bell shield" that enveloped him rippled and then dissipated.
With a hand gesture, Yang Jiuli unleashed three long rivers of icy energy from his body, sweeping out and pulling Yan Zekun, Yan Zhenshu, and Yan Yicheng in front of him. The icy energy spread out, instantly freezing the three of them.
"Grandpa..." Just then, Yan Haolin walked out from the Sutra Repository ahead.
After seeing his grandfather being taken away, he was devastated and looked at Yang Jiuli.
What they could see were three Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Yan clan, frozen in ice.
Yang Jiuli's eyes flashed, and he also looked at Yan Haolin.
Yan Haolin's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but stagger backward.
Just as he retreated, a scorching aura swept over him, making his soul tremble as if death were descending.
In a panic, Yan Haolin turned around to look.
When he turned around, he saw a fireball hurtling towards him.
The fireball grew larger and larger, until it became like a sea of fire, engulfing him.
"No..." Yan Haolin cried out, but the flames swept over him, the intense heat scorching his heart. His heart meridians ruptured, and he died.
Behind him stood a powerful 'Earth Flame Rat,' also a heroic spirit.
Only by activating the 'Past Life Talisman' can one silently descend behind the target and instantly kill them.
The Earthflame Rat disappeared.
With a flick of his hand, two tiger-sables leaped out from among the spirit beasts.
There's also Little Ice and Snow Fox.
The snow fox has long since recovered to this state.
In the past, it was poisoned by the "Bewitching Demon Grass".
When Yang Jiuli brought her to his side, she was secretly protected by a wisp of the Three Lives Qi, which also neutralized the poison.
As for why Yang Jiuli was unharmed this time, it was thanks to the Three Lives Stone that the poison was neutralized.
In fact, as soon as he entered, he noticed the unusual nature of the 'Ice Lotus Mist Hidden Flower'.
However, in order to avoid giving away any clues, he still chose to inhale a large amount of poison gas, hoping to show signs of poisoning at the crucial moment.
Paralyze the enemy.
As for the Murong family...
Yang Jiuli was naturally not foolish enough to tell them about this.
Doing so will only put yourself in danger.
Even without Yang Jiuli, Murong Qingshuang's fate would have been the same.
Yang Jiuli naturally wouldn't feel pity, getting involved in other people's karma and thus becoming trapped in the situation, unable to extricate himself.
As for our relationship...
Yang Jiuli clearly remembered the greed that flashed in Murong Xi's eyes when she saw that he was a sword cultivator when they first met. Even Murong Qingshuang was not spared. Faced with an opportunity, he did not believe that the Murong family would be lenient.
This ending, in its current form, is perhaps the most beautiful.
When Yan Haolin died, Yang Jiuli looked around and saw that all the cultivators from the Yan and Murong clans had perished.
Looking ahead, the doors of the Sutra Repository slowly closed.
Just now, Yang Jiuli also released his divine sense to sneak into the Scripture Pavilion and scan it.
Yan Haolin had already put most of the books on the first floor into his storage bag.
As for the second level, the entrance was protected by three levels of restrictions, making it impossible for him to enter.
Two tiger weasels returned carrying several storage bags.
Xiao Bing then brought over the near-third-tier spiritual weapon "Frosty Ice Fiend Bell" and Yan Zekun's near-third-tier "Mysterious Gold Shield".
Even the little fox imitated the ferret and handed over a storage bag.
Among them was Murong Qingshuang's storage bag.
With a flick of his hand, Yang Jiuli summoned numerous storage bags that appeared in front of him.
At the same time, a bottle of pills appeared at his waist, and one after another, "Beast Spirit Pills" flew towards the two tiger weasels.
Xiao Bing and the little fox.
The two tiger-sables opened their mouths and swallowed the pills.
He then gave Yang Jiuli a simple and honest look, without rushing to refine it.
Xiao Bing also swallowed the pill.
The little fox, however, looked hesitant.
The little guy stared longingly at the pill that flew in front of him, swallowed hard, but dared not eat it.
Clearly, the poisoning from consuming the "Bewitching Demon Grass" last time has increased its vigilance, making it hesitant to eat other people's food.
The blue-eyed sable let out a soft groan, as if telling the little fox not to hesitate, for this was a good thing.
The white ferret beside it also spoke up, as if to say, "Eat up, no problem, I grew up eating this elixir."
Hearing the words of the two tiger weasels, the little fox was skeptical.
It then recalled that a few years ago, it had consumed the elixir from the human before it, and nothing had happened to it.
In addition, if it hadn't been for the rescue by humans, it would have already met a terrible end, and its guard began to gradually dissipate.
"Ah!" The little fox let out a soft exclamation, unable to resist the temptation of the pill's aroma, and opened its mouth to suck the pill in front of it.
Instantly, the medicinal energy entered its body, refreshing its mind and spirit, and even its soul felt stronger.
Immediately, it revealed a simple and honest smile, looked at Yang Jiuli, and appeared quite well-behaved and cute.
"Little guy, you'll get your share of benefits if you stay with me!"
Seeing this, Yang Jiuli smiled slightly and patted the little fox's head.
He will be able to determine on this trip that Yan Zekun has ill intentions and that this is closely related to the information provided by the little fox.
Otherwise, the mere presence of a single 'Ice Lotus Mist Flower' here doesn't prove anything at all.
Perhaps, this is the spiritual being nurtured here?
But when the little fox mentioned that it had seen this person enter this forbidden area of the Scripture Pavilion, things became clear.
They had already successfully broken the barrier and been here, yet they concealed it, clearly indicating they had ulterior motives.
Adding to this the 'Ice Lotus Mist Hidden Flower,' which is completely out of place with the spiritual essence in the Spirit Pool, its malicious intent is self-evident.
It can be said that the little fox played a significant role in Yang Jiuli's ability to escape unscathed this time.
After all, under those circumstances, if he had truly joined forces with Murong Qingshuang, he might have gotten himself into trouble, leading to unforeseen changes. Because of the little fox's reminder, he knew that Yan Zekun was not simple, which is why he chose to stand by and watch.
Only in this way can the best opportunity to make a move be found.
When people walk through the world, sometimes a single wrong step can lead to utter ruin.
Knowing this principle, Yang Jiuli chose to befriend the little fox instead of rashly trying to capture it.
The little guy lives in this area, so he naturally knows more about the many dangerous places there than others.
If we can help him avoid a risk, all the previous efforts will have been worthwhile.
It was a pleasant surprise to discover that Yan Zekun had been here before.
"Ah!" Upon hearing Yang Jiuli's words, "Follow me," the little fox's eyes flashed, and it shrank its neck, revealing a wary expression.
The blue-eyed tiger sable, however, kept calling out from the side, as if to say, "It's so good to be with my master; there are endless elixirs to eat."
Beside him, the white-haired sable chimed in, "Yes, that elixir smells wonderful. Unlike its former master, who was so poor."
I've never been full.
Clearly, the white-haired tiger sable was quite satisfied with its time with Yang Jiuli.
Alchemists are naturally more extravagant than ordinary cultivators.