Legacy of the Spirit Stone

Chapter 73 – Praying mantis and yellow sparrow, eat them both!

He thought about this, raised his hand to form an ink shield, and then cautiously stepped towards Yang Lingrui.

"Oh? Really? I'm quite curious how you plan to take my life."

Tap.

Tap.

He approached Yang Lingrui step by step, and the latter's face gradually stiffened.

When the scholar was within three meters of Yang Lingrui, he could no longer maintain his composure. His legs trembled as he took a few steps back, raising his hand to try and gather wind blades again.

But at such a close distance, the scholar wouldn't give him another chance.

Maintaining the ink shield with one hand, he swiftly waved his brush with the other, scattering several ink dots that instantly transformed into pitch-black sword blades in the air, slashing towards Yang Lingrui.

Having already used the Vajra Talisman, Yang Lingrui had no choice but to activate the Spirit Shield Talisman and Gale Wind for protection, relying on his Black Iron Soft Armor to withstand the attack.

The scholar, a late-stage Qi Condensation Seventh Layer cultivator, would undoubtedly be severely injured by this move, but that was exactly what he wanted.

Only at this distance could he be confident enough to trade injury for a kill!

At this moment, the superior Mountain Opening Talisman was activated. As the talisman light burst forth, Yang Lingrui's figure flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

"So there's another one, but so what? I'll block however many you bring!"

Seeing that the talisman light was still the Mountain Opening Talisman, the scholar confidently prepared to defend, but the moment the talisman light touched the ink shield, he realized he had misjudged!

It was indeed a Mountain Opening Talisman.

But it wasn't a defective one; it was a superior one!

"Impossible!"

The ink shield only held for a moment before shattering. The power of a Qi Condensation Eighth Layer spell left him in a panic.

Slash!

"Ah!!"

The cutting force embedded deeply into his body, slicing diagonally from his left shoulder to his lower right abdomen.

His body was flung backward, spinning a few times in the air before crashing to the ground.

On the other side, Yang Lingrui was also lying on the ground, with several places on his body hit by the ink swords, leaving his bones and flesh shattered, and his Black Iron Soft Armor nearly destroyed.

He endured the pain, turning his head to look at the scholar, who was also lying on the ground in agony, blood pooling around him.

"He's still not dead!"

Yang Lingrui felt a wave of despair. In this battle, he had calculated everything to the extreme.

But unfortunately, the gap in cultivation level between them was too vast. Even with a superior Mountain Opening Talisman and the cost of severe injury, he still couldn't kill the man.

"Cough... cough ha!"

The scholar spat out a mouthful of blood, picked up his brush, and with the last of his spiritual power, drew a stroke of ink on his chest, covering the wound and barely stopping the bleeding.

"You bastard! Die! I want you dead!"

He lay on the ground, his face twisted with rage, crawling towards Yang Lingrui with all his might.

At this moment, both of them were at their limit, and even a Qi Condensation First Layer cultivator could end their lives.

Yang Lingrui struggled to get up, but his injuries were too severe, and he couldn't even move a finger.

The scholar, dragging a long trail of blood, finally crawled close to Yang Lingrui.

"Hahaha, once I kill you, I'll spread the word that your family possesses treasure talismans. Not only will you die, but your entire Yang Clan will be wiped out!"

The scholar laughed maniacally, reaching out to strangle Yang Lingrui's neck.

Ding—

At that moment, a clear bell sound echoed from the forest, transforming into a sound wave that drilled into the scholar's mind.

"Ah!! No!!!"

In the next instant, the scholar's features twisted in agony as he clutched his head and fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

A golden light suddenly shot out from the nearby forest, precisely hitting the scholar's waist.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have paid attention to such a low-level spell attack, but now it became the straw that broke the camel's back.

The golden light entered his body, sending him flying a short distance before he landed and convulsed, soon falling silent.

Seeing the spell succeed, Zhao Qi rushed forward, placing a drop of Spirit Liquid and a pill into Yang Lingrui's mouth.

"Senior Brother, rest for now. I'll handle him!"

Zhao Qi quickly approached, stopping a few steps away from the scholar's body.

The man seemed lifeless, but Zhao Qi wasn't sure, so he cast another spell, targeting the man's head, heart, abdomen, and several key meridian points to ensure he couldn't retaliate.

Only after confirming the man was truly dead did Zhao Qi cautiously approach and search his body.

Zhao Qi found the brush on the scholar and two storage bags. After confirming there was nothing else, he placed a fire talisman on the man's body.

He watched carefully as the fire burned, the man's body slowly turning to charcoal and eventually becoming a pile of ashes, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"Before leaving, Senior Sister Lingqing specifically instructed that high-level cultivators are the hardest to kill. This should mean he's dead now."

Still somewhat uncertain, Zhao Qi stepped forward and ground the ashes into powder with his foot.

"Yes, he won't come back to life now!"

After dealing with the scholar's body, he quickly ran back to Yang Lingrui's side.

Having absorbed the power of the Spirit Liquid and pill, Yang Lingrui could now circulate his spiritual power slightly, sitting up against a fallen tree trunk.

"Senior Brother, that man should be dead! These are the things I found on him."

"You hold onto them for now. I can't even open a storage bag right now."

Zhao Qi nodded, storing the scholar's belongings before carrying Yang Lingrui on his back.

He first took Yang Lingrui to see the scholar's remains, or rather, the ashes.

"Senior Brother, he's really dead, right? He won't come back to haunt us, will he?"

Yang Lingrui looked at the pile of ashes, feeling a twitch between his brows. "Junior Brother, if he really can come back, our clan will just have to accept it."

Zhao Qi didn't dare linger in this dangerous place any longer, carrying Yang Lingrui as he headed towards the Yang Clan.

"Junior Brother, how did you find me here?" Yang Lingrui asked.

"It was Senior Sister Lingqing. Three days ago, she told me you were in trouble here and asked me to come quickly."

Zhao Qi explained, "Senior Sister Lingqing used a secret technique, leaving a mark in my sea of consciousness. With this mark, I could sense your general location, and that's how I found you."

Yang Lingrui nodded after hearing this.

Three days ago, that must have been when he met Su Lingyun, and the Immortal Lord sensed something was amiss, sending a message to Yang Lingqing, just like when Yang Linghu faced a crisis in the mines.

The secret technique Zhao Qi mentioned was actually the work of the Immortal Lord, using Yang Lingqing's identity to explain it as a secret technique.

"Saved by the Immortal Lord once again, sigh..."

Yang Lingrui sighed inwardly.

It was always like this, making him feel that his cultivation was too weak, constantly troubling the Immortal Lord, which made him feel ashamed.

The Immortal Lord had done so much for the Yang Clan. If it weren't for his preparations, Zhao Qi might not have arrived in time, and he would have been skinned and killed by that scholar.

Thanks to these preparations and Gao Hui's crucial Wind Support Pearl, he managed to survive.

Those three thought they had the advantage in numbers, trying to catch the mantis.

The scholar believed his cultivation was superior, wanting to be the oriole behind.

But unfortunately, unfortunately.

In the end, they all became wedding clothes, allowing the Yang Clan to swallow both the mantis and the oriole whole.