Chapter 147: Escape and Rewards (Please Subscribe)
He Luoyu’s transformation moved with incredible speed.
“Boom!”
A burst of scorching flames and pure water shot toward Lu Qian’s back.
The surrounding space was locked down, and a fierce wind swept in from beyond the heavens.
Each strike was no less powerful than a full-force blow from someone in the late Nourishment Spirit stage.
He Luoyu’s transformed cultivation hovered around the half-step Dao Foundation level.
This was the strongest enemy Lu Qian had ever encountered.
Boom!
The Seven Kill Yin Talisman Sword shattered.
At the same time, a dense mist began to spread.
From the fog emerged jet-black chains hundreds of feet long.
The chains twisted and coiled, forming an impenetrable iron wall.
“Hmph, you think this can stop me?” He Luoyu sneered disdainfully, channeling his divine power and passing straight through the Yin Flame.
Bang!
His powerful body crashed through the Yin Prison’s black iron wall.
After this brief delay, Lu Qian once again distanced himself from He Luoyu.
Soon, he summoned his divine power to pursue him once more.
The murderous intent behind him was bone-chilling, yet Lu Qian still had enough energy to glance back teasingly.
“Is it really necessary? I only took a little from you. Even a fish-dragon deserves a share when it has no merits.”
Those words struck straight to the heart, causing He Luoyu’s eyes to blaze red.
“When I catch you, I’ll tear your shadow spirit out and burn it atop the Yin Flame for three hundred years!” He Luoyu’s voice was hoarse with rage.
Ten bodies traced different paths.
In an instant, dozens of fireballs and water spheres, each ten meters wide, thundered toward Lu Qian.
Boom!
Flames and pure water engulfed an area ten miles wide.
Within this radius, all vegetation, metal, and stone melted away, then corroded into pus by the pure water.
He Luoyu patrolled high above in the sky, red beams stretching a hundred feet from his eyes.
No trace of Lu Qian’s presence remained nearby, as if he had perished under He Luoyu’s full strike moments ago.
However, Fu Bo, who knew Lu Qian well, understood this man’s cunning. Only by seeing him truly dead could one rest assured.
The crimson glow was also a form of divine ability, sweeping the surroundings to see through all transformations and hidden techniques.
“Found you,” He Luoyu said with a cruel smile.
Sure enough, Lu Qian was underground.
After losing him for a while, He Luoyu, like a fish swimming through water, dove into the earth, following the trail.
Ahead appeared a city.
Lu Qian’s aura vanished above it.
He Luoyu surfaced from the ground.
The moment he emerged, he heard noisy clamor and the whistling of numerous magical artifacts piercing the air.
“Stop! These are all mine!”
“Get lost! Black Wind Mountain claims these treasures. No outsiders allowed!”
“Haha, we’re going to make a fortune.”
Above, blood-red clouds and Yin Flames billowed, while below, cultivators in various robes scrambled to loot the treasures.
The chaotic scene resembled a bustling market.
Seeing this, He Luoyu’s eyes reddened with fury.
These jumbled boxes on the ground, with their intricate patterns and markings—weren’t they the property of Lingbo Tower?
Their combined value reached at least two hundred thousand.
Hundreds of people scrambled for the loot, with more pouring in continuously.
Amidst the interwoven energies of hundreds, even thousands, Lu Qian’s vanished presence became nearly impossible to detect.
“Everyone, get lost!”
Boom!
Angrily, He Luoyu ascended, detonating a wave of flames centered on himself.
Dozens of cultivators were blasted away.
Still, the treasure hunters pressed on.
Those who came here were reckless, bloodthirsty warriors.
Ordinarily, they would kill over a few hundred spirit coins’ worth of herbs; now, with loot worth tens of thousands, the stakes were even higher.
Far away, in the dense forests among the mountains,
Unknown beasts crushed dry grass, crunching loudly.
A tiny figure no bigger than three inches stood beneath the grass.
Its small stature made the grass look like towering trees.
“Finally free,” Lu Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
The Crane Grass True Form Talisman was his confidence in snatching a prize from the fire.
Even if no Tianhe Society members had appeared, Lu Qian was confident he could have escaped their pursuit, though at greater cost.
This time was not as smooth as he had imagined.
He had originally planned to escape through earth tunneling.
Unexpectedly, there was a forbidden formation underground, which triggered as soon as he entered.
Coupled with Fu Bo’s discovery and the warehouse’s lockdown, Lu Qian had no choice but to use his Taiyin Golden Eyes to find a weak point and break through the formation to escape.
Otherwise, he would have slipped away unnoticed long ago.
Whoosh!
Two more crimson beams shot forth.
The twin scarlet columns scanned the land, and just as they were about to sweep over Lu Qian, the tiny figure suddenly transformed into a blade of grass.
The beams passed straight through, finding nothing unusual.
This was neither a transformation technique nor an illusion.
To the enemy’s eyes, it was simply an ordinary weed.
After a long while, He Luoyu withdrew.
Lu Qian transformed into a white crane, soaring freely high above.
The wild wind ruffled his feathers as the scenery continuously receded on both sides.
“Finally finished with this stop,” Lu Qian looked back toward Lingbo Tower with a hint of emotion.
When he first arrived on Wanxiang Island, he was like a stray dog, then he signed a contract with Lingbo Tower and obtained pills that elevated him to the Nourishment Spirit realm.
Before leaving, he had also taken Fu Bo’s gift…
“From now on, I’m the master of Black Mountain. The fish-dragon will be history,” Lu Qian thought.
Though not a top-tier expert, he possessed enough power to protect himself.
Black Mountain under his command was a mid-level force.
Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix; this was Lu Qian’s principle.
“Go!”
The white crane let out a clear call and plunged from the clouds.
Who would win between Lingbo Tower and the Tianhe Society was unknown.
Regardless, Fu Bo was best eliminated.
Otherwise, another enemy at the Dao Foundation level would arise.
Not far ahead was the summit of Black Mountain.
Dark clouds rolled across the peak, yet no aura leaked out.
Those unaware of the truth would think the mountain’s strange weather was natural.
Whoosh!
The white crane dove downward.
The formation automatically opened.
From the mist below, twenty jet-black chains stretched out.
A flash of white light shimmered over the crane’s body, transforming it into Lu Qian’s form.
The chains quickly retracted, revealing a one-meter-tall Bull-Headed Horse-Faced demon.
From the ground, nine dog-headed Daoist soldiers emerged.
“Hail the Yin Lord, your humble servants have sinned,” they knelt fearfully.
“It’s alright, you did well,” Lu Qian nodded.
Their alertness was acceptable; at least they were conscientious.
Clatter!
Lu Qian stepped into the mist where three women trained beneath the Sun Demon Vine.
Mo Chou’s cultivation progressed steadily, albeit slowly; she could now assist in refining pills.
Most of the Xu family’s late Qi Refining disciples had relocated to mid-mountain Black Mountain.
They managed the mountain’s enterprises and mundane affairs.
The rear residence generally stayed out of such matters.
Only Yao Yue occasionally supervised.
Lu Qian entered the warehouse and summoned Yao Yue and the two elders of the Xu family.
“Hail the Yin Lord,” a shadowy mist drifted, revealing the two Xu elders.
Since joining Black Mountain, the two elders had inevitably absorbed some of its gloomy aura.
“There’s a matter I need your help with—counting the materials.”
“You flatter us, Yin Lord. Just give the orders.”
The Xu elders were somewhat unconcerned; it was merely some items, hardly a burden.
Clatter!
“This…”
When piles of treasure, like small mountains, spilled from a sword pouch, their multicolored radiance dazzled the two elders’ eyes.