Chapter 131 - Melt Wind Style

Sword Qi filled the sky, slashing towards the four in the center.

“Arrogant!”

“Seeking death!”

The four attacked, dispersing the Sword Qi and charging towards Lin Xuan.

Everyone thought Lin Xuan was being far too reckless, taking on four opponents alone, including two Chief Disciples from sects; it was simply an impossible feat.

Indeed, Lin Xuan did not face it head-on; his figure swayed, utilizing the powers of Wind and Thunder, leaving behind countless afterimages on the ground.

Each one seemed as real as the next, making it impossible to differentiate the true from the false.

“Trivial trick!” Wan Jianxing sneered coldly, sweeping out his sword like a shooting star.

Dozens of Sword Qi swiftly struck towards Lin Xuan.

Puff!

Puff!

Puff!

Those illusory shadows were slashed one by one, dissipating into blue smoke.

As the shadows in the arena grew fewer, the four slowly surrounded the remaining few.

“I told you, no one can withstand the joint efforts of four!” Many Martial Artists scoffed, watching as if it were a spectacle.

But when the last afterimage disappeared, Lin Xuan’s true body still had not appeared.

The faces of Wan Jianxing and the other three darkened as they muttered curses, then immediately looked up.

In the air, like a great bird, Lin Xuan was already at the Five-Colored Elixir Pills, his feet generating wind.

“Damn it, we’ve been deceived!” Yuan Fei’s eyes filled with a killing aura as he stared intensely at Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan grabbed the Five-Colored Elixir Pills, flipped his palm, and directly handed them to Lord of Wine.

Then, his body swayed as he fled towards the distance.

“Chase, don’t let him escape!”

Wan Jianxing and Yuan Fei, along with the other two, locked onto Lin Xuan and desperately pursued him.

Only then did everyone realize that Lin Xuan was not aiming to battle the four; his target had only been the Five-Colored Elixir Pills.

However, Lin Xuan’s momentum had been so overpowering that it seemed to everyone that he was ready to engage in a significant battle.

“Lin Xuan, if you dare, stop!”

“Don’t you dare fight one-on-one!”

Wan Jianxing and Yuan Fei cursed furiously, wishing they could tear him apart.

“Ha ha!” Lin Xuan laughed loudly, “No need to provoke me.

There will be plenty of time in the future when I can beat you all down with just one hand!”

“Arrogant!”

“I’m so angry!”

The four shouted furiously but were helpless.

After entering the Medicine Garden Formation, their speed decreased, while Lin Xuan’s increased steadily.

“Damn it, how can he be so fast!”

“Does he know the Array?”

The four were puzzled and could only gnash their teeth.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan simply slowed down, began to stroll in the garden, and occasionally reached out to pluck Spiritual Medicines.

With guidance from Lord of Wine, Lin Xuan’s every move targeted precious Spirit Grass.

Before long, he had already picked more than a dozen plants, while Wan Jianxing and the others could only eat dust.

“We can’t go on like this; we’re completely falling into his trap!” Wan Jianxing stopped, his expression returning to calm, “Not only can we not catch him, but we’ll also lose future access to Spirit Pills.”

The other three also stopped, calming down and casting a cold glance at Lin Xuan, then turned and ran towards the Alchemy Room without looking back.

Just as Lin Xuan had said, there was plenty of time.

The four were not in a hurry to battle Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan’s lips curved into a slight smile; he feared no one in a one-on-one duel, and even if the four joined forces, he could still emerge victorious if he fought with all his might.

Because he possessed weapons like the Bronze Bracelet, such attacks, even from a united front of four, could not be defended against.

After the four left, Lin Xuan did not immediately depart.

He guarded the large Medicine Garden and began his cultivation.

There were countless spirit grasses here, and with the refining wine technique of the Lord of Wine, it wasn’t inferior to the alchemy room at all.

He gave all the spirit grass he had picked to the Lord of Wine and sat down cross-legged himself, beginning to consume spiritual wine.

The array here acted like a natural defense, protecting him; ordinary people who did not understand arrays could not enter at all.

After taking a sip of spiritual wine, Lin Xuan closed his eyes, circulated the Longevity Technique, and began to cultivate.

Over the next two days, Lin Xuan spent his time here; apart from cultivating, he was picking herbs, living a very comfortable life.

In other areas of the Blood-colored Heavenly Palace, many disciples found their own chances.

In a secret room, Murong Qianling was holding an old yellow scroll, her eyes filled with excitement.

Not far in another room, Zheng Jun was holding two bottles of elixir pills, laughing wildly as he, like Lin Xuan, swallowed them and meditated to digest them on the spot.

Ling Feng also had his gains; he obtained not only some cultivation techniques, but also several bottles of spiritual spring, making all the Ling Family disciples laugh uncontrollably.

Outside the Blood-colored Trial Land, elders from various powers were waiting.

“Half a month has passed, I wonder how they are doing?” Elder Duanmu of the Xuantian Sect pondered with a flicker in his eyes.

“With their strength, they should have entered the Blood-colored Palace by now,” said the Great Elder of the Lianhua Sect, stroking his beard.

“Everything else aside, it’s just uncertain if they had the chance to receive the inheritance.”

“It’s tough!” sighed a few family elders.

“Even if they don’t get the inheritance, advancing in their cultivation levels is pretty good,” said the Ling Family Elder with smugness in his heart.

“Feng’er has already reached the Second Layer Heaven of the Spirit Sea, if he enters the Third Layer Heaven, he might have the chance to enter the top one hundred of the Hidden Dragon List!”

“Based on past experiences, advancing through one layer of heaven is almost certain, but I wonder if they found any other adventures?”

The elders exchanged thoughts and occasionally looked toward the sealing whirlpool in front of them, with only the elder from the Purple Mist Sect maintaining silence, lost in thought.

The Ling Family Elder discreetly glanced at Elder Duanmu of the Xuantian Sect, sneering inwardly: “If nothing unexpected happens, the Sword Dao disciple you care about is already dead!”

“Dare to offend the Ling Family, even a genius of the Xuantian Sect must die!”

Inside the Blood-colored Heavenly Palace, Lin Xuan opened his eyes again; his cultivation had reached the peak of the Spirit Sea First Layer Early Stage, and he would soon reach the Middle Stage.

By then, encountering a martial artist of the Spirit Sea Second Layer, he would also have the strength to fight.

Slowly standing up, Lin Xuan decided to leave this place, as his cultivation could not improve any further in a short time and he also wanted to look for other opportunities.

The Lord of Wine looked much better thanks to the Five-Colored Elixir, which pleased Lin Xuan greatly.

“Hey, there’s a little guy waiting for you!” said the Lord of Wine, smiling.

Looking up, Lin Xuan saw Yuan Fei at the entrance, looking at him with a cold demeanor.

“It’s just the right time to stretch my limbs,” Lin Xuan said calmly, his body turning into a bolt of lightning as he flew out.

“Dare to fight!” Yuan Fei’s voice trembled, as if metal struck stone.

“Why not!” replied Lin Xuan, unafraid.

“Good, you’ve got guts!” Yuan Fei laughed loudly, launching a punch.

A fierce wind arose, and the air trembled as if a mountain were crashing down, the ground being compressed.

Lin Xuan struck with his sword; Sword Qi surrounded it, clashing with Yuan Fei’s fist and producing a clanging sound.

“So hard!”

Lin Xuan was slightly stunned; Yuan Fei’s fists were harder than metal, ordinary blades could not harm him.

He truly was the Chief Disciple.

Lin Xuan marveled, and at the same time, Sword Intent burst forth from him, the originally sharp Sword Qi now emitting a golden glow.

“Receive my sword!”

A sword strike was launched, air rushing to either side, clinging to the Sword Qi.

This sword, derived from his understanding of the Wind Emperor’s Sword, he called it the Melt Wind Style.

The airflow spun, forming countless wind blades in the air that, along with the Sword Qi, slashed at Yuan Fei.

“Golden Body Technique!”

Yuan Fei roared, his body’s surface showing a golden color, radiating light.

Soon, he turned into a golden figure, shimmering with dazzling golden brilliance under the sunlight, like a sun.

At that moment, the Sword Qi collided, striking his body.