Chapter 68

(Listen, it's Monday again, and it's time to trouble everyone. Brothers and sisters who haven't slept yet, please give the first wave of votes. It's a crazy night of抢票 (grabbing tickets), and as a new book, Skeleton needs more care and support. Thank you very much!)

A suffocating pressure enveloped them, forcing Zhang Daoru to spit out another mouthful of blood, his face turning ashen. Cheng Lili, on the other hand, turned bright red as if she were flushed with blood.

"Brat, leave an arm and scram!"

The pressure grew stronger, and Su Ming and Zhao Lingxuan quickly retreated. Huo Luan broke through the困兽阵 (beast trap) and stood guard in front of the three of them.

A voice seemed to come from all directions, the pressure intensifying, but the three of them felt nothing.

"Uncle Master, save me."

Zhang Daoru gritted his teeth and tore off his left arm. "Senior, leave your name. The Ten Thousand Demons Sect will repay you one day!"

"You're not worthy, scram!"

The voice thundered, and Zhang Daoru scrambled out, dragging the half-dead Cheng Lili with him.

The pressure vanished instantly.

Outside, several groups of people who had been watching knew that a fight had broken out inside. There was a demon cultivator's formation, but it didn't last long. A man and a woman crawled out, and when they saw who it was, they were shocked.

Zhang Daoru, one of the Seven Demons of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, a top expert, had lost an arm.

Zhao Lingxuan was drenched in sweat, leaning on Wang Meng's body until they left, then she relaxed, her face turning pale.

Wang Meng supported Zhao Lingxuan and whispered, "Baobao, focus your mind and circulate your cultivation technique!"

His voice seemed to resonate in Zhao Lingxuan's heart. She slowly crossed her legs. The battle with Zhang Daoru was an unprecedented experience. At home, she had guidance from elders, but this was entirely different. Fighting at the 18th level against someone at the 40th level, the battle had almost drained all her essence energy.

Su Ming gripped his hammer tightly, his eyes darting around. His hands were trembling a bit; that demoness's fire talisman was quite powerful.

"Boss, what do we do?"

Wang Meng smiled and patted Su Ming's shoulder. "It's fine. Put down the hammer. Let's set up the tent and relax a bit."

The阴霾阵 (gloom formation) had disappeared, and the other groups saw the situation but dared not move.

Even Zhang Daoru had lost an arm; who would dare to try?

Wang Meng carried Zhao Lingxuan into the tent. The little girl was so light; she should eat more.

Once inside the tent, Su Ming plopped down on the ground, panting heavily. This was too intense.

If it were just Wang Meng and Su Ming, they wouldn't have encountered this situation, but Zhao Lingxuan was too eye-catching. She was covered in magical treasures and had a spirit beast, and she was a top-grade炉鼎 (furnace) that many demon cultivators coveted, yet she dared to wander around.

No doubt, the girl had sneaked out again.

"Mengge, what happened? Are these two crazy? Why did they tear off their own arms?"

"Maybe they realized their mistake."

Wang Meng smiled. "Cultivate well; this is a rare opportunity."

Wang Meng released his divine sense, confirming that no one dared to approach. Using seduction techniques in front of him was courting death.

He was most worried about triggering a heavenly tribulation with his divine sense, but Zhang Daoru's clever gloom formation had saved him the trouble.

If Zhang Daoru had been more ruthless and willing to get injured, Wang Meng would have been helpless. The divine sense was just for intimidation; while evil cultivators had some secret techniques, they were very damaging.

Soon, a commotion arose outside. Countless figures rushed toward Fog Spirit Mountain. The thousand-year-old black wood spirit had emerged, and dozens of sword lights filled the sky.

But Su Ming had no interest at all. It was better to stay here with his limited skills.

"Su Ming, you stay here and guard Xiaoxuan. I'll go check it out."

Wang Meng didn't wait for Su Ming's response and flashed out, his divine sense spreading to search for the black wood spirit.

This black wood spirit was truly a spirit of wood, able to teleport wherever there were trees, making the cultivators chase it all over. But the spirit would eventually tire, and it would be hard to escape the cultivators' pursuit.

Wang Meng didn't chase after it. Given his current situation, he had to use his wits.

In about half an hour, the black wood spirit was trapped by a formation. Two cultivators at the 40th level were the strongest among them.

"Old Kui, give me a break. I'll repay you next time!"

"Old Ling, I must have this black wood spirit. Don't compete with me."

"Let's join forces to drive away the onlookers and then decide the winner!"

"I agree!"

The two strongest sword cultivators quickly reached an agreement, clearly preferring to let the other win rather than let others benefit.

"Kui Gang of the Fire Departure Sect is here. Children, scram!"

"Ling Dushan of the Evil Spirit Hall is here. Unrelated people, get lost!"

Their essence energy exploded simultaneously, and the dozens of cultivators around them exchanged glances, reluctant to leave the black wood spirit, which was so close and trapped.

"Within three breaths, if you don't leave, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Kui Gang roared.

The cultivators exchanged glances, having worked hard for nothing, but facing two 40th-level experts, numbers were no help. They left one by one, and soon Fog Spirit Mountain was empty.

"Hehe, now it's just the two of us."

Wang Meng smiled, retracting his divine sense. Let them fight for a while; today's luck is good.

Su Ming was the first to wake up from his cultivation, taking a deep breath, feeling refreshed. For a young person, such an experience was the most beneficial for progress.

"Boss, that was intense. I feel like I'm about to break through!" Su Ming was genuinely thrilled. Who would have thought that a battle could bring such a significant improvement? It usually took months or even years to open a life mark.

Wang Meng smiled. Dangerous cultivation methods were fast, but like walking a tightrope, one misstep could ruin everything. Everyone had their own cultivation method, and with so many changes in the world, the path should be chosen by oneself.

Zhao Lingxuan remained quiet, and the two 40th-level experts on Fog Spirit Mountain were fighting fiercely, using magical treasures and spirit beasts, with sword qi piercing the sky. It wasn't just about the black wood spirit; at this level, a fight involved the honor of their sects, and no one would admit defeat.

Wang Meng, of course, hoped they would fight as hard as possible so he could benefit. It was easier to deal with Zhang Daoru because he used seduction techniques, which, once caught by divine sense, could be devastating. But the two on the mountain were not so easily fooled.

He thought Zhao Lingxuan would just replenish her essence energy, but the little girl was about to advance. What talent...

The fight on the mountain was nearing its end. Regardless of the outcome, Wang Meng had to make a move.

"Kui Gang, your Flame Sword hasn't improved at all!"

Ling Dushan calmed his turbulent essence energy, hesitating whether to continue. Going further would be a matter of life and death.

"Ling Dushan, your Evil Spirit Hall's broken sword techniques can only kill rabbits!" Kui Gang was no better off.

Damn, the worst situation was a stalemate. A life-and-death struggle would leave both sides injured, and even if they got the treasure, they might not survive. The thousand-year-old black wood spirit was good, but not that good. But giving up would be a loss of face and too beneficial to the other side.

"You two kids, stop arguing. This black wood spirit is of some use to me."

A voice echoed through the heavens and earth.