Mortal: Fairy Song Yu has issued you a task.

Chapter 76 Panlong River

At the foot of the nameless mountain, Deacon Yang, who had already given up hope, suddenly felt a glimmer of hope for survival ignite in his eyes when he saw the two sides start fighting without warning.

The mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator in blue robes made a move with extraordinary ferocity, his blade's aura intimidating and suffocating. The two pursuers from the Fu family were no ordinary individuals either; they were both elites of their clans, their strength not to be underestimated.

Beside the short, stocky cultivator stood a nine-story exquisite pagoda that emitted several layers of spiritual light shields, overlapping each other; a silver flying sword crisscrossed with sword energy, possessing both offensive and defensive capabilities.

The tall cultivator stood on a pair of jet-black spiritual wheels, his figure elusive and unpredictable. In his hands were two equally jet-black short swords, their light like two venomous snakes that would devour their prey, attacking fiercely and unpredictably.

Instead of hiding in the "Azure Mist Formation," Deacon Yang took advantage of the intense battle in mid-air to quickly form hand seals.

The shuttle that had fallen to the side trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, then quietly rose and slid silently to his side.

Immediately afterwards, Deacon Yang gritted his teeth, stepped onto the flying shuttle, and used the last bit of his spiritual power to escape northward!

Swords flashed and shadows danced in mid-air. Lin Jingchu remained calm and composed, while the two Fu family members scrambled and stumbled in a panic.

Even so, the two of them kept their divine senses fixed on Deacon Yang.

"Trying to run?" the short, stocky cultivator roared, distracted by unleashing a sharp sword aura to block Deacon Yang's escape route.

Just then—

Lin Jingchu slapped his storage bag with his left hand, and the seven-colored glazed gourd appeared in his palm. At the same time, a phantom of a water lily appeared beneath his feet, and he instantly flashed in front of the short, stocky cultivator!

The Embroidered Spring Blade flashed with cold light and slashed fiercely at the shield generated by the pagoda! With a crisp "crack", several layers of shields were cut open at the same time! Before a new shield could be generated, a dreamlike and mesmerizing seven-colored smoke billowed out from the mouth of the gourd.

The event happened suddenly and at such close range that the short, stocky cultivator was completely engulfed by the dreamlike haze after only retreating halfway.

His body stiffened abruptly, his eyes became unfocused, and the flying artifact beneath his feet went out of control, causing him to plummet straight down.

The tall man was both shocked and furious to see his companion in danger and wanted to rush to his aid.

However, Lin Jingchu was prepared. As he put away the gourd, he waved his left hand, and the "Cold Moon Wheel" spun rapidly towards his opponent.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Jingchu flashed again, appearing in front of the short, stocky cultivator who was still falling. He raised his knife and brought it down, blood spurting out.

The short, stocky cultivator, who had just come to his senses, let out a miserable scream before Lin Jingchu cleaved him in two in mid-air, along with his top-tier inner armor. His internal organs, mixed with blood, rained down on the ground.

The tall man who had just blocked the Cold Moon Wheel had eyes wide with rage. But he first turned around abruptly and, at the cost of sacrificing his own essence, spat out a stream of crimson blood at the expense of the fleeing Deacon Yang, before riding his black spirit wheel and fleeing desperately into the distance.

Your Qin family will never capture this person alive!

Just as Deacon Yang used a bronze mirror to shield himself from the sword energy, a crimson arrow of blood shot towards him like lightning.

He had no time to dodge and could only try to block with the bronze mirror again, but the blood arrow pierced through him easily. With a "thud," the blood arrow plunged deep into his chest and abdomen!

"Ugh!" Deacon Yang's body trembled violently, letting out a painful groan. The shuttle beneath his feet instantly went out of control, carrying him erratically downwards.

Lin Jingchu frowned. What kind of deep-seated hatred could drive someone to risk their own life to kill another?

Sensing that Deacon Yang's aura, though weakened, was still strong, he urged the Azure Winged Boat beneath his feet to transform into a streak of azure light and chase after the frantically fleeing tall man.

Although the black spiritual wheel beneath the opponent's feet was remarkable, and it was even later activated with his essence blood to transform into a red wheel, it was ultimately no match for Lin Jingchu's Azure Wing Boat.

After chasing for two miles, Lin Jingchu finally intercepted him. With no bystanders, he held back and used his clones to attack from both sides.

After a desperate struggle, the tall man finally succumbed to the blade.

Lin Jingchu put away the newly acquired storage bag and magical artifact, used a fireball spell to turn the tall man's corpse into ashes, and then turned and flew back to where Deacon Yang had fallen.

All that could be seen was that Deacon Yang's robes were soaked with blood, his face was ashen and covered with strange black patterns.

He saw Lin Jingchu stride towards him, struggling to raise a long sword in his hand, which he pointed tremblingly at him.

Lin Jingchu stopped two zhang away, puzzled, and said, "Deacon Yang, don't you remember me? I'm Jingchu. Back in the Tianxing Sect, I even gave you a calendar as a gift!"

Upon hearing this, Deacon Yang's eyes showed a thoughtful expression. After a long while, he finally superimposed the image of the heroic and imposing young man in front of him with that of the hardworking and naive boy from more than ten years ago.

"It's...it's you..." Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, the long sword in his hand clattering to the ground.

Lin Jingchu frowned, stepped forward quickly, reached out and placed his hand on Deacon Yang's wrist, sending a wisp of spiritual energy into his body.

The moment the spiritual energy entered his body, Lin Jingchu's heart sank; there was no hope.

A strange and insidious poison was frantically eroding his life. The penetrating wound caused by the arrow of blood was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Lin Jingchu lowered his hand and sighed silently.

"Cough... I never expected... that you had actually cultivated to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage..." Deacon Yang said intermittently, spitting out black blood. "I wanted to go to Black Stone Market to buy healing and detoxifying pills, but I never expected... that I would be discovered by the Fu family."

Lin Jingchu leaned down and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Yang, why...why were you being chased by them?"

"Panlong River... the dangerous rapids..." Deacon Yang gasped for breath, each word seeming to drain all his strength.

Lin Jingchu was startled and quickly lowered his head, bringing his ear close.

"I'm not reconciled, secret... secret..." Deacon Yang couldn't catch his breath, his head lolled to the side, and his life was completely cut off.

Lin Jingchu remained bent over for a moment before slowly straightening up.

Looking at the face of his old friend, still bearing traces of resentment and pain, he finally reached out and gently closed his unclosed eyes.

Panlong River, the largest river flowing through the Yuanwu Kingdom, is turbulent and fraught with danger.

Although the area is full of dangerous places, the fact that "dangerous shoals" is specifically mentioned must mean that Li Huayuan once staked out that location.

The spiritual energy there is thin, but occasionally demonic beasts with a thin dragon bloodline appear. Legend has it that a level 5 demonic beast has also appeared there.

Coincidentally, the small fishing town where I was born was only a little over a thousand miles away from that dangerous shoal.

After a moment's thought, Lin Jingchu composed himself. He first collected the magical artifacts of the three people on the field, as well as the magic array he had set up, and then checked their storage bags.

It seems that the two cultivators from the Fu family did not bring all their wealth with them; the two of them together only had a little over a thousand spirit stones.

Deacon Yang was even more penniless. Apart from two mid-grade spirit stones and some scattered low-grade spirit stones, his storage bag contained a jumble of miscellaneous items: a dragon-patterned jade tablet devoid of any spiritual energy and uncontrollable, various jade slips, clothing, and so on.

"Why didn't you bring more spirit stones when you were traveling?" Lin Jingchu shook his head and sighed, then casually threw a fireball, cremating the two Fu family cultivators.

As for Deacon Yang's body, Lin Jingchu specially dug a pit under a large, leafy tree and buried him there.

This can be considered as using a tree as a monument, giving it a final resting place.

After doing all this, Lin Jingchu summoned the Azure Wing Boat, took off and flew southwest, quickly disappearing into the deep night.

Over the next few days, members of the Fu or Qin families were seen searching the area from time to time.

When the two groups happen to bump into each other, a heated exchange of words is inevitable, and sometimes even a small conflict breaks out.

On this day, seven cultivators dressed in red arrived at Blackstone Market. They were respectful and surrounded a young woman of average appearance and a middle-aged man.

The five late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, who were the owners of the market, sensed this undisguised and powerful aura and hurriedly came out to greet them.

The white-bearded elder at the head of the group swept his divine sense over the group and discovered that one of them possessed an unfathomable aura; he was none other than a Core Formation cultivator.

His expression immediately became even more respectful, and he bowed, saying, "It is an honor for the esteemed envoy of the Demon Flame Sect to grace us with his presence. I am deeply sorry for failing to greet you properly!"

The girl surrounded by people looked arrogant and said directly, "The spiritual energy here is quite good. We need to use this to cast a spell and quickly clear a space."

The white-bearded old man readily agreed and led the group toward the core area of ​​the market.

As soon as she landed, the girl said to the stern-faced Core Formation cultivator beside her, "Uncle Zhao, let's begin!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator surnamed Zhao flipped his hand and produced three jade tablets with dragon patterns engraved with ancient runes, and began to cast spells by making hand seals.

The fact that a Core Formation cultivator could follow her and obey her commands indicates that the young woman held an extremely high status. She was none other than Lian Feihua, the daughter of the Demon Flame Sect Master.

As the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drawn and gathered, the mysterious runes on the jade tablet began to shimmer with spiritual light, and at the same time, they rose up and swirled around the cultivator surnamed Zhao.

A moment later, the three jade tablets suddenly froze in mid-air, forming a triangle. The direction they pointed to was clearly south.

Lian Feihua laughed and said, "Well, well! This little mouse is really interesting; it actually pulled off a surprise attack on me!"