The Transmigrator's Cultivation Chapter 214 - Arc 13: Wild Beast Plains | Chapter 214: Clay Chickens and Pottery Dogs

Chapter 214 - Arc 13: Wild Beast Plains | Chapter 214: Clay Chickens and Pottery Dogs

Translator: Lynn

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Only a raspy voice resonated, proclaiming, “Indeed, as expected of Killing Sword Yun Lie, showcasing extraordinary potential.”

Another voice echoed in unison, declaring, “Even so, you can’t escape.”

Several more voices followed suit, identical in tone and content.

“Such talent is a waste.”

“Your unruly behavior brought this upon yourself.”

“Refusing to give a face to others ensures that no one will give you face.”

“This is solely your fault. Offend, and don’t blame the offended…”

“Deserve to die!”

“You are destined to meet your end here today…”

These words repeated like echoes in an empty valley, weaving in and out, appearing both real and illusory.

They seemed to originate from a single speaker yet carried a mysterious ambiguity. The sounds reverberated, penetrating the ears and unsettling the hearts of those who heard them.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—”

After a series of sounds, eight figures clad in green garments materialized before the resolute swordsman. The color of their attire blended seamlessly with the surrounding weeds, creating an impression of unity with the wasteland.

These were eight Golden Core cultivators, each standing at the pinnacle of the late Golden Core stage. Their cultivation bases were poised at the peak of the golden core stage, only a step away from transcending to the Nascent Soul stage and attaining the esteemed status of elders.

Despite the elusive nature of this step, they remained the most formidable masters in the Golden Core stage.

Their mission was clear: eliminate Yun Lie, an individual who had recently leaped to prominence as the top figure below Nascent Soul at the early stage of Golden Core. Yun Lie’s mastery of the sword was exceptional, making him a formidable adversary.

While Yun Lie had indeed vanquished fifty golden core cultivators, none of them were genuine masters. The eight before him were distinct, possessing solid foundations and overflowing cultivation powers that seemed capable of rending the sky.

Yun Lie maintained an unchanging expression and declared in a cold tone, “Hiding behind disguises, harboring evil intentions—even if we share a lineage, you deserves death.” With that, an aura of murderous intent enveloped him, leaving little room for further discourse.

The eight men in green were taken aback. Not only had they altered their appearances with Yi Rong Pill, but they had also matched their voices perfectly. How had Killing Sword Yunlie discerned their true ident.i.ties so easily? Nonetheless, they quickly dismissed these thoughts. Regardless of the circ.u.mstances, their primary goal was to eliminate Yun Lie. His insights were inconsequential; he was fated to meet his demise today.

In an instant, one of the green-clad men reached out, wielding a colossal palm that descended from above Yun Lie’s head.

The remaining seven reacted swiftly, launching simultaneous strikes to encircle Yun Lie. Their collective force, overwhelming and suffocating, pressed in from all sides, aiming to obliterate him on the spot.

Amidst the suffocating pressure, a slender opening appeared between Yun Lie’s eyebrows.

The golden giant sword ascended into the sky, piercing through the uppermost giant palm with a single stroke!

Instantaneously, a rift appeared in the colossal shadow shrouding the sky. However, the golden giant sword didn’t merely oscillate; it underwent a sudden transformation.

The golden giant sword split into two then multiplied into four and swiftly expanded to eight colossal swords, radiating outward at oblique angles.

Each of these giant swords bore formidable sword pressure. Upon contact with the imposing colossal palm, they surged forward, piercing through with tremendous force.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

A sequence of thunderous explosions resonated, causing the eight colossal palms to disintegrate into a torrent of cascading power, dispersing in all directions. The residual energy scattered and overflowed, tousling Yun Lie’s flowing garments and unruly hair, giving him the appearance of a demonic deity.

The green-clad men were astounded. They had dedicated their entire lives to mastering this mystical power, believing Yun Lie incapable of evading a single blow. They had intended to swiftly prevail without attracting undue attention. To their surprise, Yun Lie effortlessly shattered their attack, leaving them envious and resentful, confirming the validity of the rumors.

Their years of arduous cultivation had failed to match the prowess of this junior—how could they not feel irked and aggrieved?

However formidable Yun Lie might be, it didn’t warrant their retreat. Their mission, under the directive of the second disciple conveyed by the ancestor, was to eradicate the thorn in the ancestor’s side. They had expended the majority of the mountain’s might for this endeavor. Failure would not only deprive them of the opportunity to earn merit for the ancestor but might also lead to censure.

With these thoughts in mind, the green-clad figures attacked once more. This time, they were resolute, drawing forth their magic weapons.

A glimmer of golden light flashed, revealing eight small hammers in the sky—a set of magic weapons. Individually, each hammer const.i.tuted a low-grade spiritual weapon, but when wielded collectively, they emanated power comparable to a high-grade treasure.

These eight individuals were well-versed in coordinated action, having honed their skills over the years. When deployed together, the combined strength of the small hammers surpa.s.sed that of a true Nascent Soul, attaining a quasi-half-step Nascent Soul level.

In an instant, golden radiance enveloped the small hammers, doubling the oppressive aura emanating from the green-clad men.

Yun Lie’s eyes flickered momentarily. Subsequently, he joined two fingers together, placing them before the slit between his eyebrows, and uttered, “Go.”

Suddenly, an icy chill exploded forth.

A boundless tide of killing intent surged, akin to a storm, unleashing colossal waves. Within this s.p.a.ce, a condensed, sharp essence permeated, carrying pure murderous intent and an unyielding belief, sweeping through like a tempest.

It seemed as if something had imprisoned the world in this vicinity, preventing any movement within.

The tremendous pressure, akin to a storm, burst forth from the crevice between Yun Lie’s eyebrows.

The crevice resembled the eye of a storm, possessing an overwhelming force yet also acting as an immovable boulder, seemingly ancient and impervious.

All the green-clad individuals felt intense pressure at that moment.

This pressure encompa.s.sed them from all directions, resembling the constricted depths of the ocean. Even breathing became exceedingly arduous, affecting every pore, internal organ, and acupuncture point.

Circulating their true energy became a hundred times more challenging, akin to carrying a mountain on their backs, causing excruciating pain.

Though the small hammers had just been utilized, the dwindling true energy caused their auras to flicker and dim. Gradually, they began to waver.

Unbeknownst to them, thin streams of blood slowly trickled from the corners of their eyes, the corners of their mouths, and beneath their nasal cavities. Half a moment later, their eyes gradually closed.

The small hammer dropped feebly, and the blood from the seven orifices surged faster and faster, swiftly transforming them into b.l.o.o.d.y figures.

Eventually, with a “?”-like sound, it exploded into fragments.

Among them, just before the explosion, the individual with the highest cultivation managed to utter, “Xiao… Xiao Qiankun, Impo…”

In the end, he too disintegrated.

Only eight spherical golden pills remained scattered on the ground.

With a sweep of Yun Lie’s sleeves, all the pressure in the sky dissipated, leaving him standing alone in quiet contemplation.

After a moment of reflection, he headed in another direction.

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Furrowing his brow, Xu Ziqing directed his gaze in that direction.

The three Foundation Establishment cultivators, lacking his level of vigilance, inquired upon seeing his reaction, “Senior, what’s the matter?”

Raising his hand, Xu Ziqing halted the trio’s inquiries.

Before him stood four cultivators dressed in black attire and masks. Recognizing the concealment of ident.i.ty through the masks and sensing their malevolent intentions, Xu Ziqing quickly grasped that the visitors were harboring ill will.

The question lingered: was this animosity directed at him or at the three individuals he had just rescued?

In the next moment, clarity dawned.

Among them, the tallest male cultivator declared, “Finally found you, and our search hasn’t been in vain.”

The target of his address was Xu Ziqing.

The three Foundation Establishment cultivators, observing this, grew anxious.

Being quite knowledgeable themselves, they discerned the formidable aura emanating from these four figures, realizing the formidable odds against them.

What heightened their dismay was the realization that the might exhibited by the seniors they knew was comparable to just one of these four individuals.

Could it be that their escape from the beast’s clutches had led them into a new predicament?

Xu Ziqing’s gaze darkened. “I’ve never harbored enmity with anyone. Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

The man chuckled. “No need to test it. Don’t you know if you have enemies?”

A sudden realization struck Xu Ziqing. He had frequented the broader world multiple times, and if he had an adversary, it could only be the Jile Peak’s Patriarch. He had always been on guard, antic.i.p.ating an eventual confrontation with someone from the peak. Now, being discovered was within expectations. Reflecting on it, even if he and his senior brothers had come to cultivate, succ.u.mbing to the wild beast plain wouldn’t be unusual.

After a moment’s contemplation, Xu Ziqing added, “While your cultivation surpa.s.ses mine, it pales in comparison to my Shixiong’s. If you’ve come to corner me, aren’t you afraid my Shixiong will annihilate you?”

Glancing at each other, the shortest one couldn’t withhold a sneer. “Forget your Shixiong. Since we’ve come to surround and eliminate you, we won’t leave any openings. You might as well meet your demise willingly and catch up with your Shixiong on the road to the afterlife.”

Feigning disdain, Xu Ziqing retorted, “My Shixiong is the top individual below Nascent Soul. Even if you send a.s.sa.s.sins, they won’t match up to him.”

“At the late stage of Golden Core, can’t you defeat an early Golden Core cultivator?”

The words of the four suggested Xu Ziqing was already ensnared. Unperturbed by these remarks, Xu Ziqing learned of Jile Peak’s plot to eliminate their senior brothers.

Facing the peak of late-stage Golden Core, Xu Ziqing felt a twinge of anxiety. However, with the three individuals in front of him yet to be dealt with and three burdens behind him, it wasn’t the time for extensive contemplation. As he adjusted his perspective, he resolved to himself: with his senior brother’s capabilities, escape might not be an impossible feat.

Observing Xu Ziqing confront the quartet, the three Foundation Establishment cultivators involuntarily took a few steps backward.

Their spiritual senses transmitted their voice.

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