Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate

The demon insect, writhing in pain, let out a piercing scream and, after settling down, glared maliciously at Lin Tianming, seemingly very wary of him.

Then man and insect clashed once more, spells and Sword Qi attacking wildly. The whole swamp was filled with earth-shattering explosions.

While Lin Tianming was engaged in fierce battle, atop a mountain several miles away, an elder in black was observing the faint glow of fire in the distance, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"Heh heh... Looks like there's some strength there; let's sneak over and see if there's an opportunity!"

After muttering to himself, the elder leaped a hundred meters into the air and quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

Swamp...

Lin Tianming and the Black Armored Beetle fought for over ten rounds, both sustaining injuries. However, Lin Tianming largely maintained the upper hand, mostly pressing the demon insect in battle.

Lin Tianming, getting serious, didn't hold back any longer. He made a move, preparing to settle the battle quickly.

He tossed the Tiangang Sword into the air and made a special hand seal with both hands, all the while chanting a Law Decree.

"Tiangang Nine Swords First Sword, kill!"

Suddenly, countless fireballs appeared in the sky, and amidst a fiery rain, a Golden Light Greatsword plunged down with extreme speed.

The Black Armored Beetle, sensing the impending powerful aura, frantically wriggled its body in a vain attempt to escape the mud beneath its feet.

The Black Armored Beetle was unable to evade and could only watch as the Golden Greatsword struck it squarely on the head.

"Bang..."

A sharp and loud explosion sounded, and the head of the Black Armored Beetle was cleaved off, falling into a puddle, causing a splash.

The beetle's body twitched a few times before becoming motionless, clearly dead beyond any doubt.

Lin Tianming leapt forward, coming to the side of the demon insect to inspect it.

On the other side, Lin Shilu finished his battle quicker than Lin Tianming; after all, with his Foundation Establishment Sixth Level cultivation, taking down a Second Order Initial Stage Black Armored Beetle was effortless.

Seeing that Lin Tianming had ended his battle, Lin Shilu was very satisfied with his performance and said excitedly:

"Tianming, peel off the insect's carapace and then extract its inner core. This corpse is also a good thing; I'm sure the Purple Gold Eagle and the Soul Devouring Bead would like it. It's perfect to let them each swallow one."

Lin Tianming nodded, his face showing a delighted expression.

This journey yielded not only several Qingxu Snake bodies but also this Second Order demon insect; the Purple Gold Eagle's food supply was secured for a short while.

He quickly removed the inner core of the Black Armored Beetle, then, wielding the Tiangang Sword in his hand, he skilfully removed the insect's hard shell along with its numerous legs, leaving nothing behind.

Although he could not forge high-quality Spiritual Artifacts, letting the Artifact Refining learners of the clan practice was still good. If their refining skills were adequate, it was possible to forge First Order Superior Grade Spiritual Artifacts.

In less than half a quarter of an hour, the shells and limbs of the two Black Armored Beetles were removed and stored in a storage bag, which he handed over to Lin Shilu to take back to the clan.

The corpses of the demon insects, on the other hand, were kept by Lin Tianming himself. After busying himself for a while, all useful parts were gathered, and the signs of battle were concealed.

Lin Tianming dusted off his hands and walked over to Lin Shilu, saying:

"Fifteenth Grandfather, let's set off!"

"Hmm!"

Lin Shilu nodded, about to turn and leave when suddenly he seemed to sense something.

"Tianming, be careful!"

As he exclaimed, he pushed Lin Tianming with a palm strike, sending him flying back ten yards. He too used the recoil to retreat a dozen yards and landed in a small clearing.

Just as they left their original positions, nine flying needles struck with terrifying speed, blasting nine deep holes in the ground where they had just been standing.

"A complete set of Flying Needle Magical Tools?"

Once stable, Lin Shilu's expression changed. Holding a Spirit Sword, he tensely stared at a mound in front of him and said:

"Fellow Daoist, since you're already here, why hide any longer!"

From behind a dirt mound hundreds of yards away, an elder in black emerged from the soil, his face full of frustration.

Earlier, he heard the commotion of Lin Tianming's battle with the Black Armored Beetle, and using his movements and cultivation, he had sneaked to this hiding spot.

Upon realizing that Lin Shilu and his companion's cultivation was weaker than his and that they had expended quite a bit of spiritual power, he harbored malicious intentions.

Little did he know that Lin Shilu seemed to have been on alert all along, maintaining vigilance and causing his deadly strike to miss and fall short.

Now that they were at odds, hoping to leave unscathed was no longer within his control.

The black-robed elder's face remained calm as he emerged with dignity and gave Lin Shilu a cupped fist salute, saying,

"Esteemed fellow Daoist, I harbored no ill intentions. It was merely an accidental slip of the hand. Since we are both unharmed, perhaps we can let bygones be bygones, what say you?"

Hearing the shameless explanation from the black-robed elder, Lin Shilu's face was full of disdain.

A Foundation Establishment Cultivator like himself, how could he "accidentally slip up?" Such an explanation was far too far-fetched. Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

"Humph!"

Lin Shilu's face showed a trace of anger as he glared at the black-robed elder, his mind racing with thoughts.

The elder was at the Foundation Establishment Seventh Level, a full stage higher than him. If he were alone, he would probably not be a match for him.

But with Lin Tianming here, with his divine skills, he was almost a match for a Third Level of Foundation Establishment, or even a Fourth Level Cultivator. Together, they weren't entirely without a chance of victory.

What was more important was that if it wasn't for his early vigilance, Lin Tianming might have been gravely injured or even killed. If Lin Tianming were to fall, the family's hope for further advancement would be shattered, and he would become the sinner of the family.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Shilu said with intense anger:

"A failed strike, and you propose reconciliation, do you truly take me for a clay figure?"

As Lin Shilu spoke, he unconsciously began to move slowly towards Lin Tianming.

Joining together, each held their weapon in hand, warily watching the black-robed elder's every move.

Although not entirely without a chance of winning, if a fight really broke out, their chances of victory were at best thirty percent, and more likely both would end up injured.

Thus, they had to be cautious, ready to respond to any threat posed by the elder.

Upon hearing Lin Shilu's words, the black-robed elder let out a cold chuckle.

Although he entertained thoughts of abandoning the fight, his cultivation level was such that even if he could not win, his life would not be in danger, and escaping was still an option.

It was precisely this cautious, even cowardly, disposition that had allowed him to live for over a century despite having made numerous enemies, and to even cultivate to the late stages of Foundation Establishment.

Seeing the elder make no rebuttal nor movement, Lin Tianming began to observe the black-robed elder with increased tension.

He opened his Eye of Five Colors and looked towards the black-robed elder.

Under Lin Tianming's gaze, the black-robed elder's Disguise Technique and the Spiritual Artifact that concealed his aura were rendered ineffective.

Gazing at his true appearance, Lin Tianming exclaimed.

"Gu Tong!"

Lin Shilu stood by with a puzzled expression, but after recalling what Lin Tianming had mentioned upon returning from the Market City Hall, he quickly remembered Gu Tong's identity.

Upon hearing Lin Tianming's exclamation, the elder's face changed dramatically, losing the composure he had moments before.

The fact that he had been able to walk the Cultivation World and commit acts that could not stand the light was due to his reliance on his Disguise Technique and Spiritual Artifact for masking his aura.

Never had he imagined that the Disguise Technique he took pride in would be so easily seen through by Lin Tianming, a thought that terrified him.

Considering his identity was exposed and the idea that his enemies, if informed, would definitely cause him much trouble, even endangering his life, he decided not to let the two go.

"To think they have discovered me, these two cannot be spared. If they escape, the trouble will be endless!"

Making up his mind, his expression turned sinister. He took out a small seal that glinted with golden light from his storage bag, ready to make his move at any moment.

Seeing the elder's reaction, Lin Tianming and his companion also braced themselves for a crisis.

Lin Tianming held the Tiangang Sword tightly, ready for battle, while Lin Shilu gripped his Spirit Sword, vigilantly watching Gu Tong.

Both sides thus stood in a standoff, neither daring to make a rash move.

For a moment, the atmosphere was tense as if swords were drawn and bows were bent.