Concealing their figures, the three raced toward the Yuqing Mountain Range.
As night fell, they finally stepped within its bounds.
Yet the moment they crossed into the Yuqing Mountain Range, Li Guanqi came to an abrupt halt!
Disbelief flooded his eyes, and Lin Wujiu and Qisha noticed the anomaly as well.
Li Guanqi's gilded earring was actually emitting a faint golden shimmer!
Clenching his fists, Li Guanqi could not tell who was nearby.
Surging with excitement, he took several deep breaths before finally settling his turmoil.
Lin Wujiu and Qisha looked at him in confusion. "What's wrong, Brother Li?"
Li Guanqi licked his lips. A sharp gleam flared in his eyes as he said in a low voice, "Nothing bad. A brother of mine who ascended with me from the Spirit Realm should be within a thousand li of here!"
At those words, the expressions of Lin Wujiu and Qisha turned solemn.
Both had heard bits and pieces about Li Guanqi's brothers from the lower realm.
Neither had expected to cross paths with one here!
"Hahaha, that's fantastic news! We'd love to see what kind of dragons among men Brother Li's brothers are."
Li Guanqi was equally thrilled inside. The person had to be right here in the Yuqing Mountain Range!
Lin Wujiu considered for a moment, on the verge of telling Li Guanqi to go look for his brother while he and Qisha went ahead.
However, Li Guanqi waved a hand and declined.
"Let's check your family's mine first. Once we deal with that, I'll go find him."
"If I can sense my brother, he can naturally sense me as well."
Hearing this, Lin Wujiu did not object. Concealing their presence, the three sped toward the Lin family's mine.
Gradually, their expressions grew somber.
Multihued auroras hung in the sky far in the distance.
Dense immortal energy shrouded tens of li around, draped in mist.
Even from far away, the three sensed the anomalies.
The faint clatter and ring of clashing weapons drifted continuously to their ears.
Li Guanqi's expression shifted slightly; he could smell the bloody scent permeating the air.
Lin Wujiu's face grew dark as water, his speed unconsciously quickening.
The other two followed closely behind, and soon they arrived at a hollow in the mountains.
By now, the Lin family had built up the hollow into something resembling a small fortified town.
With reserves of millions of immortal crystals, this kind of investment was trivial.
Yet when the three took in the scene before them, their faces changed.
The gates had long been shattered, the aerial suppression array had already failed, and several breaches had been torn into the defensive ward.
At each breach sat several array plates, propping the azure barrier open in its torn state.
Corpses lay scattered everywhere—a single sweep of the eye revealed more than a dozen.
The massive opening of the immortal mine pit spanned over a dozen zhang wide.
At this moment, the Lin family cultivators were desperately resisting the assault of over a dozen black-clad figures.
However, the attackers were clearly far stronger; no one could say how much longer the defenders could hold out.
"Kill these bastards! Hold on!"
"Right! Hold on, word has been sent back! Reinforcements will be here soon!"
*Slash!*
A sword slit a Lin family cultivator's throat. One of the attackers sent a hushed voice transmission:
"Make it quick!"
Consumed by fury, Lin Wujiu could endure it no longer. He vaulted forward, immortal essence condensing into a spirit sword in his hand as he surged into motion.
Qisha and Li Guanqi exchanged a glance, instantly grasping each other's intent.
Gripping his saber in his left hand, Qisha transformed into a shadow and tailed close behind.
Li Guanqi slowly retrieved the Rakshasa Ghost Mask and donned it. Demonic runes surged across his chest as he melted into the dark.
Lin Wujiu removed three rings, and his cultivation realm instantly surged to the ninth level of the Mystic Immortal realm!
Shattering all the array plates on the barrier, his iridescent robe flapping wildly in the wind, he charged at the black-clad men with frosty killing intent glittering in his eyes!
"Ah! It's the Young Master! The Young Master is here!"
The dozen or so black-clad figures immediately shifted formation, peeling off five experts to converge upon Lin Wujiu in a deadly pincer.
Lin Wujiu's strength was vastly different from what it once was.
Not only had his sword intent broken through to the Po realm, but he had also awakened his Sword Ruins!
Using the method Li Guanqi had taught him, he fused the immortal essence spirit sword with his Sword Ruins, unleashing power even more terrifying than that of an ordinary immortal sword.
Lin Wujiu's long hair whipped wildly. As the power of the Sword Ruins poured into the immortal essence sword, the blade seemed to morph into the likeness of a ruins artifact.
In a flash, sword light swirled dazzlingly around him. For a time, he single-handedly suppressed all five cultivators around him!
All five possessed high cultivation, but their leader grew secretly alarmed!
Lin Wujiu undoubtedly carried plenty of life-saving measures left by Lin Jinting.
To kill him would be utter folly.
Yet deep within the mine pit, the aura wafting outward belonged entirely to rank-two immortal-grade treasures.
Faintly, there was even the scent of rank-three immortal herbs leaking out!
Hardening his heart, the leader sent a gruff voice transmission:
"Hold nothing back! Snatch the immortal herbs and we leave!"
As his words fell, the seven black-clad men behind him exploded with tremendous power, on the verge of slaughtering the Lin family cultivators.
Yet Lin Wujiu remained unmoved.
In the very next breath...
Dozens of dazzling saber flashes burst forth, and the auras of all those black-clad men vanished in an instant!
The men besieging Lin Wujiu were thrown into utter disarray!
Out of the corners of their eyes, they caught sight of a young man whose face was twisted with scars slowly sheathing his saber.
One breath, seven immortals slain!
And this scene happened to fall into Li Guanqi's eyes as well.
The moment Qisha struck, his lips had parted slightly as he uttered two words:
"Three Kills: Chaotic Slash!"
Li Guanqi remained hidden in the shadows. Lin Wujiu suddenly unleashed his full might as well.
Nine blazing suns floated over his shoulders as he slashed out with his sword!
Six consecutive strikes tore through the air. A shower of blood rained down, and severed limbs flew.
Of the five seventh-level Mystic Immortals, only one remained—and gravely wounded at that.
Yet just as Lin Wujiu swung his seventh strike,
an afterimage descended from above, bearing matchless, overpowering might!
Qisha thumbed his saber from its sheath in an instant, treading the Big Dipper steps as he roared,
"Six Kills!"
But that figure was unimaginably fast, slipping past the biting saber light and lunging straight for Lin Wujiu's head!
Having committed fully to his strike, Lin Wujiu could not pull his sword back in time to parry!
Yet from start to finish, Lin Wujiu's eyes showed not a single ripple of panic.
*Clang!*
A deafening crash rang out.
A tall figure clad in blood-red robes appeared between them.
On the hideous ghost mask, bloody light flickered relentlessly in the eye slits. Above the hilt of the bizarre sword, blood-colored tentacles writhed in midair, ghastly and terrifying.
The black-clad man's heart jolted, pupils constricting to pinpricks!
Yet in that split second of bewilderment, Li Guanqi's figure vanished from before his eyes.
"Xue Ming: Ghost Wrath!"
*Boom!*
At this moment, Li Guanqi's aura climbed straight toward the second level of the Heavenly Immortal realm!
A ten-zhang phantom of a red-haired specter manifested.
Immortal essence roared. Dragon scales covered the hand gripping the sword, and sword intent soared to the heavens.
A crimson bolt of lightning sword light flashed across the firmament, the Xue Ming Sword tearing a black spatial fissure as fine as a strand of hair along its path!
*Boom!*
Blood splattered across the mask. In Li Guanqi's hand hung a severed head.
The head of a second-level Heavenly Immortal!
Lin Wujiu's seventh strike landed, cleaving the remaining black-robed man in two.
In all, from the moment the three appeared, barely five breaths had elapsed—and all thirteen black-clad cultivators lay dead.
Chapter 1651