Moreover.
His Golden Bell Shield had already been cultivated to the ninth level. With only the power of the Golden Bell Shield, even leaves tossed or flowers plucked could harm others, and even divine weapons could only cut his skin without breaking his muscles—unless they struck the only inch-and-a-half opening in his defense.
Also, his Barbarian Blood Technique had reached the Fifth Transformation!
One must know—
The Barbarian Blood Technique was ant to strengthen his blood energy and reinforce his physique. If cultivated to Perfection at the Ninth Transformation, it could condense a ten-zhang-tall blood shadow, with defense so formidable it could withstand direct attacks from cultivators’ magical artifacts!
Over the past year, his Barbarian Blood Technique had reached the Fifth Transformation, boosting his physical prowess to over ten tis stronger than before!
Activating the Barbarian Blood Technique, he could now manifest a blood body nearly five zhang tall, with formidable defense, obeying his will as easily as moving an arm!
Lin Chang’sheng put away the iron tripod he used for making soup, tossing it into a dedicated storage bag.
He now had three storage bags, seized respectively from the Horse-faced Immortal Master in Celestial Dragon City, Qi Hui, and the Tiger-faced Cultivator who sold elixirs at the Jinyong City Trade Market. They were all the sa size—one held daily necessities, one kept elixirs and magical artifacts, and the last stored demon beast materials and herbs.
"Barbarian Blood Technique, Fifth Transformation!"
Standing at the forest’s edge beside the mountain road, Lin Chang’sheng checked that no one was nearby, then tried running the Barbarian Blood Technique’s Fifth Transformation imdiately!
In an instant—
A surging power of blood energy erupted from his body. Dots of starlight erged around him, linking together to trace the map of his ridians. Endless blood energy gushed forth, condensing in a flash into a blood-red giant, identical in appearance to Lin Chang’sheng and nearly five zhang tall!
A fierce and intimidating force radiated from its body, with Lin Chang’sheng nestled inside the giant. He clenched his fists, only to feel—he was the giant! Every movent obeyed his will with complete smoothness, not the least bit awkward!
Lin Chang’sheng glanced at the woods a dozen zhang away, then strode forward. The ’giant’ wrapped its arms around a massive tree—gave it a gentle lift, and pulled the entire tree straight from the ground!
"Not bad. The Fifth Transformation of the Barbarian Blood Technique is at least as strong as the peak of Qi Refining Fifth Layer!"
Looking at his handiwork, Lin Chang’sheng dissolved the Barbarian Blood Technique’s power of blood energy, the aura at his body’s surface flowing back into him, his form returning to normal.
"Wind God Scroll!"
Lin Chang’sheng’s figure flashed, a small tornado whirling into existence at his spot. In a heartbeat, his silhouette appeared three zhang away—another flash, another tiny whirlwind, and his figure disappeared again.
A few miles away, Lin Chang’sheng patted his storage bag. The Immortal Slaying Saber appeared in his hand, and he struck. A slash of purple lightning, hidden like a wind blade, vanished into the breeze. The next mont, dozens of zhang ahead, a cluster of mighty trees were mysteriously severed and collapsed without warning!
"Purple Thunder Wind Blade—truly concealed! And powerful!"
Lin Chang’sheng gazed at the fallen trees, very satisfied.
"Ying ying ying!"
Suddenly, behind Lin Chang’sheng, the little fox scratched at his back, letting out a cry.
"Xiaobai, is soone coming again?"
Lin Chang’sheng scooped the little white fox from the cage behind him and asked.
This was what Lin Chang’sheng had discovered over the past year—Xiaobai’s special talent. Her perception was far keener than his; she’d always notice when soone was approaching and alert him ahead of ti, even when Lin Chang’sheng himself hadn’t sensed a thing. Thanks to that, he’d always managed to avoid trouble in advance.
This was the main reason he’d made it this far smoothly over the past year.
"Ying ying ying!"
The little white fox’s fluffy forepaw pointed southwest, nodding repeatedly.
"Nine people? All cultivators?"
Lin Chang’sheng’s brows furrowed at once. He quickly concealed his aura, flashed, and lted into the thick woods.
With so many cultivators, he had no intention of making trouble—he just wanted to hurry to the Liuyun Immortal Sect, gather more cultivation techniques, spirit stones, and pill formulas, and keep advancing his strength!
Lin Chang’sheng vanished into the undergrowth. Not long after—
Four figures sped by!
Two young n and two young won.
Of the young n, one was burly, the other slender. Both wore yellow robes, embroidered at the hem with talisman patterns, giving them a dashing air.
The two girls—one breathtakingly beautiful, with a graceful figure; the other round-faced, with a charming, delicate look. Both wore pure white, with hems adorned by a moon partially shrouded in white clouds!
As for their cultivation, aside from the slender young man at Qi Refining Sixth Layer, the other three were all at the peak of Qi Refining Fifth Layer.
"Junior Brother Tang, Sisters, looks like we finally lost those demon cultivators!"
The slender youth, Jin Yun, exhaled in relief at his three companions.
He and his junior Tang Xing, along with Su Ying and Jiang Haixue from the Yanyue Immortal Sect, had t by chance during their journeys. They were suddenly ambushed by a squad of demon cultivators of comparable realms and, chased all the way here, had only just escaped.
"Yeah! This past year, the demon path has gotten way out of control—they’re hunting righteous cultivators everywhere!"
"But when our righteous sects organize counterattacks, they just hide in the Demon Evil Sea! I even heard the demon path’s new Middle Stage Nascent Soul elder specializes in divination skills and can foresee our moves. Truly despicable!"
Su Ying sighed softly.
"Don’t celebrate too soon! Let’s see where you run this ti!"
Just then, five youths clad in black robes adorned with skulls and brimming with demonic qi leaped down to surround the four. Each gripped a magical artifact, murderous intent clear. Five demon cultivators: one early Qi Refining Sixth Layer, four at the Fifth Layer.
"Senior Brother Jin, sisters, let’s fight these demon pups with all we’ve got!"
Tang Xing stared at the five demon cultivators closing in, despair in his eyes. Magic sword clenched, magical power surged, ready to strike at any second.
"Fight?"
"Heh heh heh, co on then!"
The leader, a Qi Refining Sixth Layer demon cultivator, scoffed coldly. With a flick, a small trident unfurled in his hand, growing in the wind to a massive three-zhang weapon. Instantly, a ghostly wail arose!
Countless Yin Souls, numbering no less than tens of thousands, sward at the four!
Jin Yun and the other three righteous disciples unleashed their own techniques to slash at the Yin Souls. But the onslaught seed endless—Yin Souls crowded thick as ants, surging in wave after wave.
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