Immortal Path Space

Chapter 56: Unlucky Encounter with Poisonwood

"These idiots, can they even find this place? If they want to hunt us down, why make us wait for so long?" Skinny Monkey muttered unclearly while enjoying roasted meat and sipping Spirit Wine.

Two hours ago, Lin Yun received a message and arrived with fifty people in tow.

After indulging in a feast of Spirit Wine, it was time for a satisfying battle.

"Eating won't shut your mouth. You left so many clues for them; anyone with a bit of tracking skill could find our trail," remarked Xu Lun nearby.

"We might as well be straightforward. Let them have all the clues; it's more convenient."

"It's different. We are the weaker side, the ones being hunted. We need to look like we're being hunted; unusual actions breed suspicion and make people doubt."

Xu Lun took a sip of Spirit Wine and added, "You should read more books; you might have to take on important responsibilities in the future."

"I want to read, but every time I open a book, I get drowsy. I never lose sleep, but reading puts me to sleep," Skinny Monkey replied helplessly.

Most soldiers in the Chu State army were conscripted from academies, educated in both arts and warfare, with the potential to become leaders. Skinny Monkey, however, learned to read only after being picked up halfway, not recognizing even a single character initially.

Another hour passed, and with the late evening sky, the scouts ten miles away sent a message: Lin Yun and his fifty-person squad had arrived.

"Everyone, get ready for battle. The enemy will be here in less than an incense stick's time."

Zhang Chunfeng stood up, shouting, "The enemy consists of two Qi Cultivators in the later stages, Lin Yun, the legitimate son of the Lin Family, at Qi Cultivation level eight, and an old man at Qi Cultivation level nine.

Our first-round target is to take down the Qi Cultivation level nine old man."

Zhang Chunfeng outlined some battle plans and tactical coordination. Afterward, everyone resumed their barbecue and Spirit Wine, seemingly unchanged but secretly prepared for a lightning strike at any moment.

After a while, the Lin Family cultivators lived up to expectations, arriving in a grand procession.

Lin Yun's high-profile journey naturally attracted numerous gazes from the Immortal Cultivators; good opportunities were never scarce in the Immortal Cultivator world.

A bit further away, a scattered group of onlookers, likely more numerous than Lin Yun's group, followed, hoping to gain combat experience and perhaps take advantage if both sides suffered losses.

Seeing Lin Yun being surrounded by a large crowd and approaching the open space in the middle, the group previously sitting, drinking, and eating suddenly stood up.

Though their formation seemed chaotic, it subtly hinted at an encirclement, trapping the newcomers in the center.

"Ha ha ha! Wang Hong! It's truly a small world. I never thought we'd meet here. After so many years in Azure Void City, what made you come out today? It seems we're fated to meet..."

"Attack!"

Lin Yun had expected the opposing side to realize they were being pursued and reveal expressions of surprise, fear, anger, despair, and reluctance. Unfortunately, he saw none of that; they were already prepared with many words, yet only half were spoken.

The opponent, like a ferocious deity, launched an attack against them.

"We're the ones here to hunt you down; shouldn't you be trying to escape?" Lin Yun's group hadn't reacted yet when dozens of Long Spears, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, were already flying towards them.

And the primary target of this round of attacks, Poisonwood Daoist Master, previously praised by the sharp-mouthed cultivator and the cultivator with the eight-character eyebrows, smiled while stroking his beard, maintaining the image of a senior expert.

However, his slightly narrowed triangular eyes made his temperament appear excessively sinister.

At this moment, a large number of spear shadows pressed down toward his head. Previously being surrounded like the moon by stars, he felt a bit smug and self-satisfied. But now, it had become a path to certain death.

He tried to dodge in several directions, wanting to escape. Unfortunately, the people around him were too dense, and his panicked companions blocked his way. Qi Cultivation practitioners couldn't fly, so he could only watch as the spear shadows descended upon him. He could only manage to summon a high-quality defensive shield just in time.

He could only be grateful that he had accumulated a high-quality defensive Magical Weapon over the years.

Then he saw dozens of Long Spears striking the shield.

These Long Spears were thrown with tremendous force, each carrying tens of thousands of pounds of power.

This attack was divided into two waves. The first wave consisted of over twenty Long Spears, simultaneously shooting from various directions toward the center where Poisonwood Daoist Master stood.

Only a dozen or so spears hit Poisonwood directly, while the rest blocked the surrounding area. However, even these dozen or so Long Spears were no small matter.

Combined, they exerted at least tens of thousands of pounds of force, all applied to one side of the shield.

Visible cracks appeared on the shield, constantly expanding.

Poisonwood Daoist Master could only pour his Spiritual Energy into the shield, maintaining its defensive power.

After the first wave, the shield was covered in cracks, as if a gentle touch would shatter it.

While Poisonwood Daoist Master continued to infuse Spiritual Energy into the shield, he surveyed escape routes around him.

However, the opponents didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. Right after the first wave ended, the second wave of Long Spears had already arrived.

The soldiers who threw the first wave of spears had thrown their Long Spears again, creating a continuous and uninterrupted assault.

The second wave of Long Spears hit the shield, and the high-quality Magical Weapon shield shattered with a crackling sound.

Before Poisonwood Daoist Master could react, another wave of Long Spears arrived, puncturing his Spiritual Energy shield like paper.

The renowned poison expert, Poisonwood Daoist Master, hadn't even had a chance to use his ultimate technique. In a moment of carelessness, he was pierced like a hedgehog by the Long Spears.

This sudden turn of events happened so quickly, from the first move to Poisonwood's death, it didn't even take a breath.

Lin Yun and his subordinates were completely unprepared. They didn't expect the opposing side to be so decisive and ruthless, striking with lethal force.

Some people in the group panicked and wanted to escape, some were on high alert, and only three people, in their confusion, threw a few talismans toward Wang Hong's group. However, Zhang Chunfeng easily resolved them.

No one had thought of rescuing Poisonwood Daoist Master. In the Cultivation World, it had always been a rule: a fellow cultivator's life took precedence over everything. They could only watch as their strongest force was killed.

At this moment, the remaining people had various thoughts. Only a few loyal individuals remained steadfastly by Lin Yun's side.

Yin Wolf, mixed in the crowd, looked around for an opportunity to escape. He was forced to participate in the battle.

He just wanted to use the Lin Family to avenge his brother; he had no intention of personally getting involved. If Lin Yun lost, the Lin Family Patriarch was still a Foundation Building cultivator. Even if the Lin Family were completely wiped out, he could seek refuge with another power and instigate further.

The spectators in the distance found advantageous positions, preparing to watch the battle.

Some cultivators took out tables from their storage bags and arranged Spirit Wine and spiritual tea, adding an air of elegance.

However, before the spectators were fully prepared, the battle had already begun.

"This is too fast, starting a fight right after meeting. I wasn't ready yet," a slender, black-clad youth laughed.

"I guess these are just impulsive youngsters, lacking combat experience. Immortal Cultivators usually exchange fierce words first, then glare at each other, exchange insults, and two hours later, they officially start the battle," another plump cultivator joked.

"Exactly, the normal procedure is to issue threats first, then stare at each other, exchange insults, and two hours later, the actual battle begins." Clearly, these two had deep experience in observing battles.

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