Chapter 41: Southern Immortal Master
Chapter 41: Southern Immortal Master
About a quarter and a half hours later, Protector Jiang came back covered in blood and said that the road ahead had been cleared.
Lin Shan stood up, his spiritual power almost recovered, and followed Protector Jiang directly into the depths of the dense forest ahead.
More than half of the red-clothed men from the Yu Dao Sect who were waiting for them in front were killed or wounded. Fortunately, Protector Jiang joined the battle later, otherwise, I, the Young Sect Director, might not have the chance to act recklessly in the future.
The group walked forward for several miles again, encountering several battles of varying sizes, with a battlefield almost every few hundred steps.
It was obvious that either the various sects were dispersed, or those who stayed behind used force to tie up each other, while the leaders and main forces broke away from the battle group and headed straight for the center of the island.
Judging from the situation, the latter is more likely.
On the way, they even encountered two battle groups, where teams of killers from the Nightingale Organization were fighting fiercely with pirates.
The Nightingale Organization is spread throughout the Song Dynasty, with branches in every state and county. It is not surprising to meet them here. After all, they are professional killers, and being ambushed and counterattacked is commonplace.
Upon seeing this, Protector Jiang recruited them without hesitation, displayed his protector token and innate strength, and the Nightingale team naturally submitted to him.
After some questioning, it turned out that this group of assassins was from the Nightingale branch of Jiangling County, and the leader was also an innate master. He had already led people to sneak in front and was planning to seize the innate red fruit and participate in the final melee.
After hearing that all the masters had gathered in the center of the island, Lin Shan and the other two naturally did not dare to delay and rushed into the depths at full speed.
As for the man in red from the Yudao Sect, he was naturally ruthlessly abandoned.
After all, with hundreds of professional black-clad assassins, Protector Jiang no longer looked down on these defeated troops and decided it would be more convenient to use the people in his own organization.
Only Ren Wokuang and his gang of younger brothers were left standing there shivering like a group of little chicks.
……
After running for a while, the dense forest suddenly opened up in front of them, and everyone pushed aside the bushes to look outside.
In front of us is a cold pond with a radius of 100 meters. In the middle of the pond there is a small island of more than ten square meters. A plant can be vaguely seen swaying gracefully.
Everyone can guess that the Xiantian Zhu Fruit must be on Tanzhong Island.
But the strange thing was that no one tried to cross the cold pond to get the fruit on the island.
Looking around the cold pond, there were nearly a thousand people fighting and killing each other. There were all kinds of dazzling clothes, red, white, black, blue, and purple, which made Lin Shan and others dazzled.
Half of Jingxiang's martial arts forces were gathered here, and from time to time, groups of people of all kinds jumped out from the woods behind them to join the battlefield.
The shouts, screams, and sounds of swords clashing shook the sky and the earth, making Lin Shan's head buzz.
But the largest battle group is right ahead.
In the huge open space, a middle-aged man and a young girl stood in the middle. They looked like brother and sister. More than 20 innate masters surrounded the brother and sister, commanding their men to kill them continuously.
At the same time, they would wait for the right moment to attack, and retreat immediately if they failed, as if they were afraid that they would be in great danger if they were too late.
From their attire and realm, it was not difficult to guess that these people were either the head elders of a large sect or the patriarchs of aristocratic families. Some of them even emitted sword qi or palm prints several feet long while their true qi was surging.
Innate great perfection!
The ceiling of warriors in the mortal world is equivalent to the level of the Grand Elder of Nightingale Headquarters. Such strong men are basically rumors in the martial arts world, and they are rarely seen.
But now, as soon as it appears, it is digital at the same time.
What was even more surprising was the brother and sister who were constantly commanding their assassination troops to attack.
The elder brother was a middle-aged man in a yellow shirt, holding a golden spear, and he was fierce and domineering. Anyone he met was either injured or killed. No one could survive a single move from him, and the ground was covered with corpses. The younger sister was in a light blue dress, petite and weak, with a pretty face. The most noticeable thing was that she would raise her hand from time to time to release a ball of fire, and anyone hit by the fireball would instantly be burned and melted. The power was ridiculous.
"Immortal cultivator!"
Lin Shan and Protector Jiang both became serious at the same time. Protector Jiang only saw that the girl in the blue skirt could shoot fireballs, but Lin Shan had now transformed his spiritual consciousness and could naturally sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at will.
If what he sensed was correct, the golden spear in the yellow-shirted middle-aged man's hand should be condensed from the gold element. Moreover, the spiritual power around him was slightly stronger than his own.
"A gold-attribute cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training."
Lin Shan made a judgment instantly.
As for that man’s sister, the girl in blue skirt is a fire-attributed cultivator, and her strength should also be in the initial stage of Qi training, about the same as mine.
No wonder more than 20 Xiantian masters united and besieged the brother and sister at all costs. They were obviously afraid that after killing each other, no one would be able to resist the two cultivators joining forces, so they agreed to kick them out first.
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"Master Nan! As a guest official of the Chu Palace, we won't make things difficult for you. Just withdraw from the fight and leave the island. We will never take any action against you!" A middle-aged man wearing a black hat and a constable's uniform said loudly.
The Nightingale leader next to them immediately introduced Lin Shan and the others: "This is Zhang Yi, the chief constable of the Jingxiang Nine County Yamen. He is at the realm of innate great perfection."
At the same time, the man in yellow in the middle of the field waved his gun and said disdainfully: "Captain Zhang! When I'm in a good mood, I call you Captain Zhang. When I'm in a bad mood, who are you?"
"I'm determined to get this red fruit! I'll kill anyone who tries to steal it from me!"
But his words were doomed to have no effect, people die for money, birds die for food. The Xiantian Zhu Fruit appears once every hundred years, and when it appears, it is accompanied by bloody storms.
The warriors present had been in the martial arts world for many years, and they were all people who fought for every moment and did not seek fate. Especially those who had reached the Xiantian realm, they all knew more or less that it was basically difficult to make any progress after the Xiantian Great Perfection.
Therefore, they all set their sights on the spiritual objects of heaven and earth, hoping to make further progress, and they would naturally dare to take action even when facing immortal masters.
After all, among them there are several masters who have reached the great perfection of innateness, and their strength is not inferior to that of the third level of Qi training.
Being well-informed, they naturally knew that immortal cultivators were divided into different levels, and immortal masters in the early and middle stages of Qi training were not invincible, so they would naturally be able to contain them if they joined forces.
"Master Nan! I met your brother and sister once at the Prince of Chu's mansion last year. The Red Fruit is our only hope of transcending the innate realm. It is of no use to you cultivators, so why force it?"
Another old man with white hair and beard tried to persuade her. He sent out palm winds as deep as the sea, and sent out palm prints of true energy to hit the girl in the blue skirt. The girl hurriedly directed the fireball to resist, but perhaps because of the long battle, her spiritual power was not strong enough, and her face was a little pale.
The Nightingale leader did his duty conscientiously and pointed out that this person was the ancestor of the Hong family, a century-old clan in Lingling County. He disappeared after becoming famous forty years ago and was also a congenitally perfect person.
Dharma protector Lin Shanjiang nodded continuously and led the assassins to hide in the forest, just spying secretly. It was obvious that each of them understood the art of hiding.
But as the fight became fierce, the innate warriors kept trying to persuade them. After all, they also valued their lives, and it would be best if they could persuade the two siblings to leave.
The yellow-shirted Nanxian Master was obviously annoyed by the noise and shouted:
"What do you mortals know? The innate spiritual object, the Red Fruit, is one of the main ingredients for refining Qi training pills. It would be a waste of resources if I gave it to you!"
However, the innate masters in the field were not only unmoved after hearing this, but their eyes became even more crazy.
Wouldn’t it be more useful to them if something is useful to cultivators?
(End of this chapter)