Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 47: Strange Things in the Forest
"I really want a more powerful spell." Wang Chen murmured as he harvested the monster cores.
The spells are low-level, the magic weapons are ordinary, the weapons are of mediocre quality... Lack of resources is the label of casual cultivators, and it is also the biggest obstacle to their practice.
Compared with the systematic collection of skills in the sect, the basic skills and sword techniques that are circulated outside for independent practitioners to practice can support independent practitioners to practice to the sixth level of Qi Condensation, but it is difficult to go further. This is also the reason why independent practitioners at the seventh level of Qi Condensation are extremely rare.
Therefore, the ultimate goal of most independent cultivators is to be able to fly into the sky, because this is the sign used to distinguish between immortals and mortals in countries where mortals live.
Once one is able to fly, it is easy to become a worshiper of a country, with a status equal to that of a national teacher. Occasionally, there are casual cultivators who have reached the seventh level of Qi Condensation, and they can be called the ancestors of a country, enjoying endless wealth and glory.
However, Wang Chen was not interested in being a worshipper. Having seen the vast ocean, he would not linger on a drop of water. Moreover, his secret dream was to break the void.
Whenever he was depressed, he would always think of the dazzling white dress of Xurong. The fantasy was that in another parallel world, Xurong's ring just happened to contain a high-end magic formula that was enough to make him a high-level cultivator.
Unfortunately, there is no if, he is still a casual cultivator with no resources, nothing special.
A strange whistling sound came from the sky.
It was like a sharp blade parted the air in the middle at an extremely fast speed, causing it to roar in dissatisfaction.
"It's the whistle of a sword, the sound made by a cultivator flying in the air at full speed." Wang Chen didn't even raise his head, but his ancestral energy moved slightly, and his entire aura blended perfectly with the surrounding environment.
In order to prevent all kinds of inexplicable pursuits, in the past three months, he had first devoted all his energy to practicing the Breath-Concealing Technique, which could conceal the aura of his entire body . Although this technique was a basic one, the effect after the transformation was still extremely amazing.
When Wang Chen was using all his strength to practice the Breath Condensation Technique, even the monster beast that could tear apart a sixth-level Qi Condensation cultivator could not sense Wang Chen's existence.
Facts proved that he was right. It was this breath-concealing technique after the transformation that allowed him to avoid wave after wave of cultivators who might have harbored ill will towards him.
As a result, he was no longer surprised by the whistling sounds of swords in the sky.
After putting an ape demon's core into his storage ring, Wang Chen couldn't help but think of Xiang Qingliu. There were at least eight hundred monsters that died in his hands these days. If it were Xiang Qingliu, he would have harvested countless materials that could be exchanged for spirit stones.
The sound of swords whistling gradually faded away, and Wang Chen looked up at the backs of the people flying in the sky.
They were five cultivators dressed as disciples of a sect. It was obvious that the flying swords under their feet were not ordinary ones, and their white robes fluttered like those of immortals.
“It’s a bit strange.”
After recalling silently for a moment, Wang Chen discovered that, including the previous wave, this was the fifth wave of cultivators passing by today.
The Forbidden Forest is really lively today. Just as I was thinking this, I heard a loud rustling sound in the distance, like chaotic footsteps.
Taking advantage of the cover of the trees, Wang Chen looked vigilantly and saw a group of cultivators riding on exotic beasts galloping in the distance.
The strange beast looked like a wild wolf, but was much larger. It ran very fast and disappeared from Wang Chen's sight in an instant.
Looking at that direction, it was actually deep in the forbidden forest.
"Could it be that some opportunity has come into being?" Wang Chen couldn't help but think so, but he had no intention of getting involved.
Unlike high-level cultivators, even though independent cultivators often travel the world with the idea of encountering an unknown opportunity to increase their cultivation strength, if there is really any precious opportunity that attracts the attention of many cultivators, independent cultivators will give up without hesitation and stay as far away from there as possible.
This has almost become an iron rule, because they are at the lowest level among cultivators, barely stronger than mortal warriors.
A breeze blew through the forest, bringing with it sounds from afar. Faintly, there was the roar of a fight mixed with screams.
The situation was unusual, and Wang Chen was alert and used his full spiritual sense.
Suddenly, he felt a chill down his spine, along with a gust of cold wind, and his back felt as if a pair of cold hands were touching it.
Wang Chen suddenly turned around and looked up at the sky in horror.
Above the sky, a dark cloud was floating, in which countless wronged souls were vaguely struggling and howling. It seemed to be floating very slowly, but it enveloped them in an instant, casting a large shadow.
Above the dark clouds stood a person, a young cultivator in luxurious clothing with a cold expression on his face.
The cultivator seemed to be two or three years older than Wang Chen, but his face was pale and his hair was neatly dishevelled, giving him a certain evil charm.
"Yin Shiyu is a core inheritor of the Jiyin Sect. He has a perverse personality and loves killing. He specializes in ghost magic and is surrounded by countless wronged souls. If you kill him, you will become the only owner of the clues to the hidden inheritance. If Yin Shiyu finds the inheritance first, you will lose the opportunity."
The words that appeared before him made Wang Chen's heart skip a beat.
Opportunities in this world do not necessarily belong to you just because you know where they are. If everyone in the world is an individual, even if each individual has a tiny chance of discovering an opportunity, then with a huge population base, the possibility of discovering an opportunity becomes very high, and the only question left is who discovers it.
Wang Chen had already imagined this worst-case scenario, but when someone actually discovered the same opportunity as him, he still found it hard to accept.
Especially since this opportunity concerns a hidden heritage.
And this is what he lacks most at the moment.
"Besides, what if Yin Shiyu is going for that opportunity now?"
With a clench of his five fingers, the Qinggang sword was in his hand. The air condensed and jumped, making a slight bursting sound.
In the blink of an eye, Yin Shiyu was already above Wang Chen's head, but like a deity in heaven who viewed everything in the world as ants, he did not even droop his eyelids.
Everything went dark before his eyes. A ball of black fog rolled over and enveloped Wang Chen. Amid the biting cold, a terrifying corrosive force came.
Condensation! Wang Chen made hand gestures, and a snow-white fairy sword quickly took shape.
White light shone brightly, and every ray of it was an extremely cold air current that tried to break through the deadly fog. However, even the extremely cold ice fog that had taken shape was instantly swallowed up by the black fog.
"What kind of magic is this!" Wang Chen felt that the black mist was trying to penetrate into every pore, trying to corrode and melt him.
Above the sky , Yin Shiyu controlled the dark clouds and floated farther and farther away until they disappeared into the horizon.
It was like accidentally stepping on an ant.
The Ice Soul Sword was unable to dispel the black fog. Wang Chen used all his true strength and his ancestral energy to circulate at full power.
This black fog seemed to be extremely special. It could not be devoured or absorbed by the ancestral energy. The two kinds of true power were in a stalemate, but they were still biting each other fiercely.
If we really talk about the quality of aura, the black fog is like a cold beast, while the ancestral aura is like a newborn cub, and the difference in strength is huge.
But the black mist had already separated from the caster, and in the confrontation with the ancestral energy, it could no longer sustain and was slowly dissipated.
The light appeared before his eyes again, and Wang Chen raised his head and looked around.
The sky was clear and cloudless, as if the moment of life and death just now was just a dream.
But at this moment he woke up from his dream.
If it weren't for the magical power of his ancestral energy, and if it weren't for other true power he cultivated, at the same level, he could almost conclude that he might have been crushed to death by Yin Shiyu intentionally or unintentionally.
The opponent was so strong that even if he was not as strong as Brother Vain who played with ice, it was still impossible for him to kill him.
Looking at the direction where Yin Shiyu was going away, only the dazzling sunlight was left.
There was no doubt that the sunlight was strong and warm, but it bypassed his empty soul.
