Chapter 63

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From Wujiu's perspective, although the Chu brothers were cultivators, they engaged in despicable acts and profited from desperate situations, no different from bandits in the secular world. Since they have encountered a tough opponent and suffered a significant loss, even if they gather their allies to seek revenge, it should not be a serious concern.

Given this, it might be better to secretly escort the Jiao family out of Lujiang territory. This would not only help Hu Yancheng resolve a matter of the heart but also be a righteous and thorough action. Additionally, it would provide an opportunity to consult on related matters.

However, that Chu Fang actually summoned a senior expert? Could it be that this despicable and dirty fellow has a powerful backer...

After Hu Yancheng's exclamation, Wujiu was also startled.

Following his gaze, a beam of sword light came from the east and in a moment reached hundreds of feet above Bai Lutan. On the sword light, besides a middle-aged man with a yellow complexion and sparse beard, there was a young man with a fierce expression. Who else could it be but Chu Fang?

Wujiu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Hu, quickly teach me the method to use talismans, and you two should escape on your own..."

Hu Yancheng's face was already pale, and his expression was one of despair. His sister, Hu Shuangcheng, also realized the severity of the situation, staring blankly at the sky, unsure of what to do. Hearing the urging, Hu Yancheng was still in a daze.

He... a skilled expert, was actually asking for a method to use talismans? The method to command talismans is the most basic and easy to learn, being one of the essential skills for beginners!

With a formidable enemy approaching, and the situation critical, this gentleman was still putting on a show, leaving one speechless. Moreover, they were not relatives or fellow disciples, and according to the rules of the Immortal Path, they could not teach each other without permission!

Wujiu, in a panic, jumped up and shouted, "Oh! It's just a method, or you'll regret it later..."

Hu Yancheng, forced to extend his right hand, hesitantly made a few gestures. The method to command talismans involves three hand seals: gathering spirit, enhancing, and forming the spell. By enhancing with spiritual energy, it becomes a spell, and then by grabbing the talisman and casting it, its power can be unleashed.

At the same time, someone in the sky shouted, "Uncle! The one who killed my brother is that person..."

Wujiu dared not delay, leaping several feet high. In mid-air, he looked around and shouted, "Zhu You, you are a heinous criminal and have already been punished. Who are you, I will not fight an unnamed opponent!" While he appeared fearless, he used the opportunity to fall, swiftly stepping through the air, and quickly crossed the riverbank, heading straight for Lujiang Town.

The middle-aged man in the sky grunted and turned the sword light to chase after him.

On the riverbank, only the Hu siblings remained.

Hu Shuangcheng, covering her chest, still trembling, said, "That's a celestial being riding a sword in the sky..." The little girl gasped in surprise and couldn't help but ask, "Since Wujiu challenged them, why did he flee and demand their names, like a common warrior?"

Her brother, Hu Yucheng, took a deep breath and interrupted, "Sister! We should not go to Lujiang Town, let's go home!"

Hu Shuangcheng, unwilling to return without success, pouted, "I don't want to..."

Hu Yucheng, with an anxious expression, said firmly, "Wujiu is trying to lead the enemy away so that we can escape!" Without further ado, he mounted his horse and urged, "We must act quickly, sister, listen to me!"

The sister, unable to argue with her brother, followed him onto the horse, "Brother, can he escape this disaster?"

Hu Yucheng turned his horse and looked into the distance, "That person's cultivation is peculiar, but he is no match for a Foundation Establishment cultivator. May he have good fortune!" He tugged the reins, and the horse neighed. The siblings galloped across the river and headed south.

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In the sky, a beam of sword light headed east.

On the wilderness, a figure was desperately running.

Unlike the escape from Lingxia Mountain, where both sides were running on the ground, and Xiang Rong and Gou Jun were only at the seventh or eighth level of Feathered Immortal cultivation, eventually turning the tide with the magic sword and winning. This time, he faced a Foundation Establishment senior, and the enemy was in the sky. The disparity in strength was so great that there was no hope of a lucky or a turning point!

However, as Wujiu had predicted, if he did not stand up and lead the enemy away, he and the Hu siblings would all die. Most evil cultivators were ruthless and cruel. They might even harm the Jiao family, who had not yet left. At that point, it would be too late to regret. For someone who had long been on the run and had considerable experience, he understood that seizing fleeting opportunities was the key to surviving in dangerous situations.

Moreover, under duress, there was no choice!

Wujiu tried to activate the energy sea in his dantian, and spiritual energy surged through his body. With each step, he covered over ten feet, and then another ten feet, moving faster than ever, like a startled bird darting across the wilderness, leaving a faint green shadow as he fled.

The direction he was heading was toward Lujiang Town. To the south was the way back, to the west was the desert, and to the north was the direction the Jiao family had gone. Perhaps heading east could help the Jiao family and the Hu siblings lead the enemy away.

A river bend blocked the way, with a twenty-three-foot-wide surface shimmering with light.

Wujiu dared not stop, leaping like the wind, and in an instant, he was in the middle of the river, still over a foot above the water. Unfortunately, his momentum was exhausted. He quickly tapped his feet on the water, causing a few splashes. He then took advantage of the momentum to leap again, crossing the river and continuing to run.

However, running on the ground was ultimately no match for flying in the sky.

In no time, a beam of sword light landed ahead, and someone shouted, "Boy, you can't escape!"

Wujiu was forced to stop, almost falling into the grass. He quickly leaped up, but his hands and feet were flailing, and he swayed from side to side.

A hundred feet away, a beam of sword light blocked the way. Chu Fang looked smug, while the middle-aged man stroked his beard with a cold expression.

Wujiu barely managed to stand steady, realizing his feet were on the tip of a small tree, light as a bird and almost flying. However, with danger ahead, there was no joy in the wind. He waved his arms behind his back, trying to remember the simple spell Hu Yancheng had shown him, but he didn't know how to use it...

"Uncle! If you had come a moment later, that boy would have escaped. Quickly kill him to avenge my brother!"

Chu Fang shouted again, and his uncle's expression became even colder.

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed. Another beam of sword light appeared, transforming into a ten-foot-long blade, and with a piercing whistle, it rushed toward Wujiu.

Wujiu saw the danger clearly and, without hesitation, took a piece of animal skin from behind his back and slapped it onto his body. The talisman glowed faintly under the influence of spiritual energy but remained inactive.

At the same time, the flying sword was already dozens of feet away.

Wujiu, not daring to delay, swung his right arm. A black beam of sword light emerged from his palm, like a black venomous snake, and shot out. In the midst of his efforts, his left hand continued to gesture, and the animal skin talisman flickered with light.

"Boom—"

A loud explosion echoed like a bolt of lightning. The black magic sword, though formidable, was slightly inferior. Upon colliding with the flying sword, it instantly disintegrated. The flying sword paused for a moment and then returned with even more lethal force.

Wujiu, startled, stomped on the tree branch and leaped up.

That was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, a senior expert like Xuan Yu of Lingxia Mountain. If hit by his flying sword, he would either die or be severely injured. With such a disparity in strength, there was no hope of a lucky escape. It was better to run!

Just as he leaped, the flying sword was already a few feet away.

Oh, how foolish! No matter how fast I run, I can't outrun a flying sword! And I have a talisman in my hand but can't use it. What's the difference between holding a golden bowl and starving to death? Why doesn't the spell Hu Yancheng taught me work...

Seeing no way out, Wujiu, in mid-air, in despair, urgently mobilized all his spiritual energy, grabbed the talisman, and slapped it onto his body again, pointing his right hand randomly, "Borrow the power of heaven and earth, escape—"

At that moment, the flying sword arrived.

In that instant, a layer of light flashed around Wujiu, and he suddenly became invisible. A whistling sound followed, and a gust of wind swept through the air, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man, with Chu Fang, was about to close in but stopped, puzzled.

Chu Fang exclaimed, "An escape talisman? Uncle, it seems he is heading toward Ancient Sword Mountain..."

The middle-aged man looked into the distance and said coldly, "That's walking into a trap!"

...

Here, the mountains were layered, the water surrounded, the ancient trees were lush, and the aura of qi was abundant.

On a sheer cliff, a cave faced the wind and the sun.

A young man appeared at the entrance of the cave. He was tall and well-proportioned, with a handsome face and a noble demeanor. He stood still for a moment, looked into the distance, and the corners of his tightly pressed lips curled up, revealing a proud smile amidst his stern expression.

Today was the day the Azure Dragon Valley opened, a grand event for the Immortal Sect that occurred once every thirty years.

The Azure Dragon Valley was a mystical realm left by a senior expert with great power. It contained rare treasures, exotic beasts, ancient ruins, and mysterious illusions. Many Feathered Immortals and cultivators would enter the valley to undergo trials. Though dangerous, it offered countless opportunities.

In other words, it was a mandatory course for Immortal Sect disciples every thirty years. As long as one emerged unscathed, the gains would be substantial. With my exceptional intelligence and skills, this journey is bound to be worthwhile!

The young man, thinking this, felt confident and took out an object, examining it closely.

It was a mask made of golden mica, also known as golden crystal, which could shield against mental probes. To avoid suspicion and unnecessary disputes among fellow disciples, every cultivator entering the valley was given a purple crystal mask.

At that moment, an invisible gust of wind suddenly appeared.

The young man was about to put on the mask, but he was startled. In an instant, he let out a painful groan and was thrown back, crashing through the cave entrance and slamming into the stone wall at the end, falling unconscious.

"Ouch, I didn't mean to!"

In the flickering light, someone exclaimed in shock.

As the animal skin talisman slowly landed, a figure in green staggered into view. He had not yet steadied himself when he looked around in surprise, "What the heck, where am I..."

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