I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates - Chapter 334
Chapter 334: Chapter 332: Resentful Soul Black Mud _i
The four unusual treasures in the jade pool are:
A slim, dark yellow incense stick rooted in a cloud of black smoke at the bottom of the pool. The smoke coiled around it, appearing as if it was ejecting a platform made of smoke. On top of the platform, one could faintly see a statue of Buddha seated cross-legged, a faint smile playing on its lips as it held a delicate flower.
A piece of shapeless black mud, slowly absorbing the black smoke underneath it. From time to time, vague resentful faces would emerge from the mud before silently dissipating into the jade pool.
A small, exquisitely made seal painted with Buddhist symbols like the vajra, prayer beads, wooden fish, and sutra banners on its four sides. Shimmering golden rays of light emanated from underneath it, suppressing the black smoke below.
A small, jade-green sword. Its body was crystal clear, radiating a vibrant vitality, swimming freely in the jade pool like a fish.
The four treasures all seemed out of the ordinary and of considerable quality. The seven, including Lu Xuan, each took a position, cooperating to break the restrictions veiling the jade pool.
The Spiritual Energy Shield swayed precariously, while the flames of black smoke underneath grew increasingly rampant.
With a loud bang, the Spiritual Energy Shield shattered abruptly. The black smoke surged instantly, and the treasures shone brightly.
The four treasures shot out from the jade pool like lightning.
The cultivators were already prepared. They each employed different techniques, instantly pouncing toward the treasures flying in different directions.
The short cultivator’s arm was abnormally flexible- it seemed boneless as it extended rapidly to grab the jade-green small sword. Before he could even pull it back to himself, a thunderbolt Sword Qi unleashed by Zhou Bing Yu from the front- seemed to arrive instantaneously, hacking at his peculiar arm.
The hunched old man’s hunchback suddenly shot up. A shrill cry of a baby echoed, and a green-black baby ghost materialized out of thin air. Its deathly pale arm clung tightly onto the small Buddhist seal.
Seeing this, the old man’s face lit up with joy. He was about to summon the baby ghost back when a grayish spiritual light suddenly shone on the ghost, causing it to falter momentarily. The seal in its hand involuntarily slipped and fell.
A streak of crimson Sword Light flashed past like a bolt of lightning, wrapped around the dark yellow incense stick, and arrived in front of the scholar. Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he controlled the Sword Light and made straight for the outside.
Escape?
The blood-robed cultivator sneered. Such a high-quality food for his blood parasites would be enough for him to raise a King Worm of the Blood Coagulating Parasites. How could he let the scholar just leave?
A field of blood-red light rolled towards the scholar, with shrill shrieking sounds piercing through, seemingly harboring countless insect beasts.
Out of the four treasures, the first one that caught Lu Xuan’s eye was the black mud with emerging resentful spirits.
He conjectured that the black mud could potentially be used to cultivate spiritual plants, so he primarily focused on it.
The moment the black mud, accompanied by numerous Resentful Spirits, burst out, he controlled the Fourth Grade Wind Thunder Sword, intercepting the black mud in a flash.
“This treasure is mine!”
A coarse voice rang out. The big, burly man forcefully stomped on the ground. His gigantic body split into numerous afterimages, charging towards the Wind Thunder Sword and resentful soul black mud.
Lu Xuan remained silent, his figure swift, his body as light as a feather- he appeared in front of the black mud.
He channeled a thought, causing the Wind Thunder Sword to billow out deep black Sword Qi. There was a stirring of wind and thunder. A fierce wind was brewing and thunder roared, a torrent of energy surged towards the burly middle-aged cultivator.
The burly man, standing over three meters tall, swelled again. His dark green muscles were as solid as boulders, directly blocking the oncoming black Sword Qi.
He had been immersed in the path of body refinement for over a hundred years, his flesh body unparalleled in strength, and capable of matching a Fourth Level’ Magical Tool. He was more than confident in his ability to block Lu Xuan’s Sword Qi.
Still, he had underestimated the power of the Wind Thunder Sword.
A product of the Light Ball is always top-notch.
Forged from the Magical Stone of Wind and Thunder from outer space, it contained immense power of wind and thunder, placing it at the forefront amongst tools of the same rank.
Furthermore, Lu Xuan had placed his Wind-Thunder Sword in the Mysterious Yangxuan Scabbard to nourish it for several days, thus further enhancing its quality.
He also fused the previously acquired third-grade Thunderbolt Sword Pill, which shared attributes with the sword, into the body of the sword.
This had once again significantly increased the power of the Wind-Thunder Sword.
When it clashed head-on with the burly cultivator, the sword light fell on his bulging body, easily slicing through his rock-like muscles as if they were tofu, leaving a deep wound with electric light jumping in it.
“Ahh!!”
The burly cultivator howled in pain. Feeling the threat of the darkly glowing sword light to his flesh body, the flesh and blood in the deep wound writhed like a living thing, pushing out the sword light.
Originally, he had thought he could plunder some treasure from this cultivator of the mere Foundation Establishment First-term, making his journey worthwhile.
But to his surprise, this unremarkable cultivator was able to easily cause him significant damage, concealing his depths rather well.
In his mind, blood surged, the spiritual energy within his body flowed turbulently, and flesh squirmed beneath his ribs and shoulder blades, instantly growing four arms.
Six gigantic green-black fists rained down on Lu Xuan like a storm.
“This is going to be a bit tricky.”
The Resentful Soul Black Mud in Lu Xuan’s hands disappeared in an instant, absorbed into the Gluttonous Insect Pouch, dodging the gigantic fists that ’ covered a large area around him.
“Although I have practised two body refinement techniques and gorged on many spirit fruits and treasures that strengthen the body, my flesh and blood are as strong as those of this transformed cultivator.”
“Judging by his frenzied attack, if I’m not careful, I might end up with a few minor injuries.”
His figure was like a solitary boat, bobbing up and down with the turbulent waves.
“Better solve this as soon as possible.”
The burly middle-aged cultivator has a Foundation Establishment mid-term cultivation base. Lu Xuan planned to end this once and for all, silently producing a red talisman in his hand.
It was the Four Product Sun Sword Talisman from the Sword Nurturing Gourd Light Ball.
On the red talisman, a blazing sun suddenly expanded, countless brilliant red sword lights darted out, striking the six-armed burly cultivator.
In the cultivator’s eyes, it was as if a blazing sun had exploded, the light thousands of feet long deeply engraved in his sea of consciousness, inducing a momentary stupor.
By the time he had reacted, countless red sword lights had already reached his body.
His towering figure was instantly swallowed in an endless ocean of sword Qi.
When the sword lights dispersed, the form of the strapping middle-aged cultivator was revealed.
He was kneeling on the ground, his six arms weakly drooping, his body riddled with tiny holes left by the sword aura.
Through these holes, one could see the charred muscle and organs within his body. His blood had been entirely evaporated by the Great Sun Sword Qj, leaving behind an empty shell.
A strange lantern silently appeared in Lu Xuan’s hand. It was made from bones and human skin. At the base of the lantern, countless dark red wicks swayed gently like tentacles.
A green light flew out from the crown of the middle-aged burly man’s head and entered the Soul Lantern through the base of the lamp.
On the pale white candle, numerous Yin Souls and resentful wills were squeezed together. As the green light merged into the candle, a face obviously stronger than the others emerged. Its blurry features bore some resemblance to the middle-aged burly man.
Lu Xuan, holding the Wind-Thunder Sword, walked over to the corpse of the burly cultivator. He swept it with his spiritual power, and the cultivator’s storage bag appeared in his hand.
The endless Sword Qi stirred up by the Great Sun Sword Talisman didn’t directly attack the other cultivators, but the light of the abundant Sword Qi had more or less affected their eyesight.
Sensing the death of the burly middle-aged cultivator through their spiritual senses, everyone became scared in their hearts.
