Chapter 37 - I'll Take Advantage of the Confusion 2

Jiang Tang: “…” This is just my rotten luck.

“Father, fear not.

They are only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, with your own strength, you can totally crush the opponent using the Golden Body Spell.

Li will clear the way for you, Father, then you take the opportunity to counterattack.”

After transmitting his voice secretly, Chong Li flapped its wings, soared into the air, let out a long cry, and dove down.

It squinted its eyes, and a fierce aura immediately rushed forward—the group felt the threat from Chong Li and were distracted against their will.

Seeing this, Jiang Tang took out the iron shovel he had previously used to strike Su Chenyi from his Qiankun Bag, activated the Immortal Sect Spell, and rapidly moved towards the group.

Don’t be fooled by Jiang Tang’s thin and weak appearance, his strength was terrifyingly mighty.

With one shovel strike, he sent the people in front sprawling in all directions, their heads spinning as they lost their sense of direction.

Damn it, how is this brat so strong!

The others looked at the grimacing little bird above and then at the calm-looking Jiang Tang holding the iron shovel.

They couldn’t help but twitch the corners of their mouths.

A shovel and a little bird, what a bizarre combination.

At that moment, one person suddenly formed a hand-seal, and a glow of spiritual light emerged in his hand.

The spiritual light followed the movement of the owner’s wrist and swiftly lunged at Jiang Tang.

“Father, be careful!” Chong Li was startled and immediately sent a low shout through secret transmission.

Jiang Tang’s eyes changed, and he swung the shovel to strike at the spiritual light.

The spiritual light passed straight through the shovel and hit Jiang Tang’s chest firmly.

Jiang Tang staggered back several steps, dropped the shattered shovel, and steadied himself.

He felt a bit numb.

“Use spirit arts, he doesn’t know any spirit arts!

Let’s hit him with spirit arts!” One person observed for a while, suddenly realized that all of Jiang Tang’s skills were physical combat without spirit arts, and his eyes brightened as he urgently yelled.

Seeing this, the rest immediately exhibited their diverse talents like ‘eight immortals crossing the sea’—all sorts of diverse spiritual powers danced in the air, speeding towards Jiang Tang.

Jiang Tang: “…” Like watching fireworks, it seems.

“Father, activate the Golden Body Spell and withstand it with all your strength.

Then use talismans to counterattack.” As Chong Li dove from the void, it continued to harass those individuals while transmitting its voice secretly.

It wasn’t that it didn’t want to help Jiang Tang—with its strength, it could annihilate these ants in an instant.

But its father couldn’t.

Right now, Jiang Tang had only reached the seventh level of Body Refinement and had just set foot on the path of cultivation—a path long and distant.

So far, the adversaries he had encountered were merely his peers.

In the future, as Father becomes stronger and travels further on the path of cultivation, he will face even stronger opponents.

Li could protect Father once or twice, but it couldn’t ensure to be by his side every moment.

Father needed to become strong on his own, to steadily walk to the end of the Mortal Cultivation path—ascend to become an Immortal, step into the Upper Realm, and seek deeper opportunities.

Similarly, Jiang Tang knew he couldn’t always rely on his little ones’ protection to survive all the way to the pinnacle of the cultivation world.

One day he would meet stronger opponents—he could only survive and protect his little ones if he grew up on his own.

But for now, if he can hunker down, he will hunker down.

Jiang Tang no longer got distracted, immediately activated the Golden Body Spell, and used all his strength to resist the various spiritual power techniques flying at him like fireworks.

He thought he would be beaten black and blue; in the end, aside from feeling a bit limp and numb, it seems…

That’s all he felt.

Jiang Tang slowly opened his eyes and raised his hand to summon a longsword.

Showboating lasts only three seconds; the weight of the longsword almost caused him to lose his grip.

Damn!

Why is this sword just as heavy as the first time I picked it up.

Seeing Jiang Tang couldn’t even hold a sword steady, Su Chenyi scoffed, “What’s this, can’t even hold his weapon steady, how can he battle?

Come on, everyone, let’s kill him!”

“Father, switch to another weapon and use your spiritual power from within to attack them from a distance!” Chong Li held up the person charging most fiercely and continued to communicate through secret transmission.

Jiang Tang nodded, hurriedly put away his longsword, and used his divine sense to quickly select a longbow that looked quite handy, and held it in his hands.

It was indeed more manageable this time.

However, he then remembered something.

He didn’t know how to shoot a bow.

Well, it’s worth a shot as a last resort!

Jiang Tang leaped onto a huge rock and, imitating characters he had seen in movies before, drew the bow and nocked the arrow, then used his divine sense to stimulate his spiritual power.

With clear meridians, that spiritual power surged swiftly, gathering at the tips of Jiang Tang’s fingers.

A strange sensation surfaced in his heart, and he saw the spiritual power turn into a long arrow, resting steadily on his hand.

It worked!

Jiang Tang’s heart leaped with joy, and he shot one arrow followed by another.

The arrows left the bow, charging toward those disciples rapidly and fiercely.

“Didn’t he know nothing about spirit arts?

What the hell are you blabbering about!” The leading disciple finally freed himself from Chong Li’s clutches, only to raise his head and be met by an incoming arrow.

His heart skipped a beat; while cursing angrily, he hurriedly leaped to the side.

Consequently, the disciple behind him tragically became cannon fodder, struck by an arrow in the chest, dying on the spot.

“Third brother!” Another person witnessed the fallen disciple and could not help but shout.

Glaring at Jiang Tang with veins popping from his eyes, he exclaimed, “You little bastard, go to hell!”

It was Jiang Tang’s first time taking a life, and his heart thumped uncontrollably.

At that moment, as he faced the fierce and sinister murderous intent from those people, he finally realized something.

In this world, the strong rule, and the defeated are outlaws—only those who survive have the right to discuss morality with others.

The legal system of his old world simply didn’t apply here.

This was a time of survival of the fittest, where the losers perished.

Cold determination began to solidify in Jiang Tang’s eyes.

It was also at this time that his mentality finally underwent a slight change.

“I don’t bully others, but I will never allow you to bully me to your whim.” With another leap to a higher rock, Jiang Tang sneered, drew his bow, and fired three arrows simultaneously.

With the sound of whooshing thrice, the long arrows left the bow and swiftly struck the hearts of three disciples.

That included the one who had earlier been clamoring to kill him.

Jiang Tang, without any hesitation, continued to shoot several long arrows in quick succession—the arrows seemed to have eyes, and once they left the bow, they would firmly strike the hearts of those charging at him.

In fact, this was utilizing divine sense to control spiritual power.

Spiritual power turned into arrows; Jiang Tang only needed to control them slightly at the moment the arrows left the bow to achieve perfect accuracy with no misses.

Soon, most of the disciples lay slain, leaving only Su Chenyi, who watched in bewilderment.

Su Chenyi, looking up at Jiang Tang from below, felt something was off.

This kid seemed to have suddenly become enlightened—changing in an instant from someone who was honest and easy to bully into someone with the commanding presence of a superior being.

Decisive in killing, without any hesitation.

“Who exactly are you?” Su Chenyi secretly gathered his spiritual power while fixating on Jiang Tang, who had just leaped down.

“I’m just an insignificant servant disciple.” Jiang Tang slowly nocked an arrow on the bow in his hand, his spiritual power slowly condensing into a fletched arrow, he looked at Su Chenyi, his expression calm, “In your next life, remember not to hate so thoughtlessly.”