However, what surprised the Marsh Python People was that when the Demon People Leader running at the front reached the edge of the dense forest, Yang Yun’s Red Tassel Spear, like a Poison Dragon, erged from the bushes and stabbed straight at its forehead, almost causing its head to explode on the spot.
Another Demon People Leader was also intercepted by Bald Li Er, who wielded his dual axes in a fierce battle.
The rest of the Demon People Race were completely blocked outside the dense forest by the more than forty disciples of Cow and Horse Street, whose morale had soared!
At this mont, the Marsh Python People, who had been ready to counterattack and finish off Lin Xuankong, were furious beyond asure. How cunning and insidious humans were, to actually have an ambush...
「After the ti it takes to drink a cup of tea,」
Lin Xuankong had scraped off the ninety-sixth White Scale.
He had harvested the most White Scales in this battle, roughly ten tis the total gathered by others!
He was the one who killed a huge number of Demon People. Of course, it wasn’t that others didn’t want to kill the Marsh Python People; it was simply that their recovery ability was too strong!
Li Er had chopped at one of the Demon People Leaders with his axe one hundred and twenty tis, aiming for the head, the ears, and the neck with every strike, fighting fiercely. But in the end, not only did he fail to kill the Tier Two Leader, Li Er was nearly killed by the opponent’s giant tail swipe!
Yang Mountain faced a similar situation. He had stabbed nearly two hundred tis with his spear. These were blows from an Early Stage Second Layer Martial Cultivator, powerful enough to turn a steel man into a sieve. But he still couldn’t defeat the Tier Two Leader. In the end, it was only with the powerful thunder and lightning support from Steward Han Lu that Yang Yun managed to explode the opponent’s head with a single shot, his spearhead flashing to pierce off two White Scales!
Occasionally, when other disciples managed to kill a Marsh Python People, it always required at least two people working together!
When the last Marsh Python People had just recovered from its injuries and was hamred to death by Lin Xuankong’s punch, the battlefield finally fell completely silent.
Only dozens of disciples from the Yin Talisman Sect were continuously invigorating their Qi and blood to expel the evil Demon Qi invading their bodies!
Once everyone had expelled the Demon Qi and their Qi and blood were nearly exhausted, they looked at the still-energetic Lin Xuankong with faces full of confusion, astonishnt, and awe...
"I thought coming to Xunyang Town this ti would an certain death! I never expected that..."
A disciple looked at Lin Xuankong, who had been fighting effortlessly for the ti it takes to drink two cups of tea, and couldn’t find the words to say!
"I thought only a Steward who had advanced to the Third Layer could complete today’s task smoothly under the protection of the full Exorcism Armor! I always misjudge when it cos to Steward Lin!" Li Er shook the bloodstains off his axe and shook his bald head vigorously.
"I thought..." Steward Han Lu stood on one leg and spoke.
"Alright, Steward Han, enough with the ’I thoughts.’ Let’s clean up the battlefield, and then shouldn’t we be having dinner? I’m starving!" Lin Xuankong said. After he spoke, he suddenly froze. Huh, it seed he had caught the hunger bug from the Young Lady!
"Hahaha, we must have a good al! The siege of Xunyang Town has been lifted, our dozens of disciples survived, and thousands of townspeople in Xunyang Town survived, all thanks to Steward Lin!"
...
Thousands of townspeople lit bonfires at night, cheering and dancing to celebrate their escape from death.
So of the pretty girls in Xunyang Town were discussing the na that echoed throughout the town that night: Lin Xuankong. Many girls felt a touch of regret that he was an old man; otherwise... Of course, many others thought, what was wrong with being an old man? He was a highly respected Steward of the Yin Talisman Sect and so heroic!
In the Yin Talisman Sect’s residence in Xunyang Town, Yang Mountain held a wine cup, looking at Lin Xuankong with admiration. "Steward, you’re actually at the Mid-grade of the Second Layer! And at such an age, your Qi and blood are so abundant it’s beyond imagination. You fought from beginning to end, and all that Demon Qi had no effect on you. Truly worthy of being a Four Seals natural talent! I drink to you!"
After speaking, he downed a full bowl of wine in one gulp.
If previously Yang Mountain had been slightly proud of advancing to the Early Stage of the Second Layer, after witnessing Lin Xuankong’s terrifying combat skills and strength today, that pride vanished entirely, leaving only genuine admiration for his superior.
The many disciples at the nearby tables, looking their way, were also filled with emotion. They realized that Steward Lin’s earlier talk of a great victory wasn’t an exaggeration. It was genuine humility, for this battle was far more than a great victory; it was the complete annihilation of the invading Marsh Python Liao Race!
------Little did they know, Lin Xuankong had not even used the trump cards he had prepared, such as the Flying Stone Steel Balls from the pouch at his waist, the powerful Twin Vine Demon Pearl, and the Manluo Demon Pearl!
------If he had revealed these trump cards, killing these hundred or so mbers of the Demon People Race tonight would have been as easy as crushing chicks for Lin Xuankong!
Seeing Yang Mountain start to offer toasts, the disciples rushed to their feet, each coming over to toast.
Since Steward Lin had arrived at the Cow and Horse Street outpost, many of the older disciples hadn’t taken the aging Lin Xuankong very seriously. However, from this mont on, there was no one who wasn’t amazed and respectful!
Lin Xuankong sipped the fine wine lightly, chatting and laughing with everyone.
After everyone had finished toasting, he looked at the White Scales beside his hand.
There were a total of one hundred and eight thumb-sized, yet extrely heavy, White Scales. Ninety-six of them were his, and the other twelve had been given to him by Steward Han Lu and a few other disciples during the toasts.
According to them, without Lin Xuankong, it would have been impossible to annihilate the Demon People Race, let alone survive, so these White Scales had to go to Lin Xuankong!
One hundred and eight... Lin Xuankong had once counted that his Wandering Dragon Exorcism Hand required about two hundred Marsh Python White Scales.
And he had collected half the required White Scale Material in just one battle! These one hundred and eight pieces of material, if sold, would be worth about thirty to forty taels each. One hundred and eight pieces would fetch a full three to four thousand taels of silver. How many flatbreads could that buy?
If he relied solely on his monthly stipend, it would probably take him ten years of saving, without eating or drinking, to accumulate so much silver!
However, he wasn’t considering selling this material at all. Collecting White Scale Material seed so easy... Once he collected enough White Scale Material and found the other precious materials, he too would seek out an Artifact Refiner to craft a pair of Wandering Dragon Exorcism Hands!
...
Late at night, after the banquet ended, Lin Xuankong sat at the table, looking at the luxurious decorations in the room and slling the faint fragrance in the air, feeling a bit emotional.
Han Lu, the Outer City Steward, was almost like a Warlord here, living in extre luxury. If it weren’t for his relatively good character, he might have ruined this town!
Of course, Han Lu, while good-natured, wasn’t too foolish... Just now, he had very thoughtfully sent three beauties to Lin Xuankong, saying they greatly admired Lin Xuankong’s heroic deeds and wished to chat with him all night!
Though Lin Xuankong didn’t dislike ’chatting,’ he felt sothing was off.
Perhaps it was because he had grown accustod to Lii Xiaolan’s unparalleled beauty. These three won, though pretty, seed inferior by comparison in looks, temperant, and figure. Consequently, Lin Xuankong declined, stating he didn’t enjoy chatting and needed to cultivate!
He sighed and thought to himself: My taste has indeed beco picky!
Just as he was about to return to his room to cultivate, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Do you really not like chatting?"
Lin Xuankong turned around to see, in the flickering candlelight, the beautiful Young Lady with bright eyes and white teeth, looking at him thoughtfully.
"Hmm? Why are you here?"
Lii Xiaolan sat down beside him, her lips curling up. "Why can’t I be here? I was bored at ho, so I ca out for a stroll!"
Lin Xuankong looked at her helplessly, then suddenly rembered sothing.
He reached into his waist pouch and placed a black crystal, glinting with an eerie light, on the table.
"I found this black crystal near the body of a Demon People Leader. I don’t know what it is or what it’s used for! Since I’ve never heard of such a thing, I quietly kept it without asking Han Lu, Li Er, and the others, planning to ask you when I got ho! Have you ever seen this before, Young Lady?"
Lii Xiaolan was sowhat surprised and looked intently at the black crystal. She frowned and pondered for a mont, then, as if rembering sothing, her expression changed, revealing a clear touch of delight!
Lin Xuankong couldn’t help but be surprised. "What’s wrong? What is it?"
Lii Xiaolan, however, ignored him, her attention seemingly completely absorbed by the black crystal.
She stared at the black crystal for a long while before finally looking up at Lin Xuankong with emotion. "I didn’t expect that you’re not only a natural talent with a Cultivation Speed far surpassing others, but also an incredibly lucky guy!"
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