Chapter 4 - Qingling Mountain Range

Chapter 4 Qingling Mountain Range

“Is this the Qingling Mountain Range?”

“Alright, the journey begins!”

With the Soul-Slaying Sword tightly gripped in his hand, Lin Bai walked straight into the Qingling Mountain Range.

Following the map given to him by Ye Tingxian, he headed directly towards the location of the Pregnant Spirit Fruit.

Roar!

Just a few steps out, Lin Bai heard some noise from the jungle ahead.

Lin Bai quickly retracted the map, looked ahead, and from the weeds in front of him, a swift black panther leapt out like a hungry tiger hunting a wolf.

“Black-scaled Leopard!”

Seeing the leopard that burst out, Lin Bai was first startled, then a cruel smile spread on his face: “Since you’ve come to die on your own, I will fulfill you!”

The Black-scaled Leopard, its body covered in black scales that ordinary weapons struggled to penetrate, was a True Martial Realm Third Level Demon Beast, a perfect match for Lin Bai!

Dodging the swift attack of the Black-scaled Leopard, Lin Bai quickly pulled out his Soul-Slaying Sword, a sword light twirling upwards, hitting the belly of the Black-scaled Leopard, slicing out a bloody mark.

“The first-level spiritual tool, although it is the lowest grade of weapon, its power is not bad.”

The successful strike with his sword brought great joy to Lin Bai’s heart.

“Let’s try the Qixue Sword Skill.”

Qixue Sword Skill, five forms in total.

First Form, One Sword Blood Spurt.

Second Form, Blood Flowing into a River.

Third Form, Blood Rain in Windy Weather.

Fourth Form, Cold-blooded Sword Strike.

Fifth Form, Kill One Person in Ten Steps.

Upon arriving at Qingling Mountain, Lin Bai spent an entire day studying the Qixue Sword Skill.

Upon reaching Qingling Mountain, Lin Bai successfully practiced the first form with one strike.

“Roar–” The Black-scaled Leopard was wounded by Lin Bai’s strike, furious, it roared again, and leapt at him.

Its ferocious claws seemed to tear the sky as they attacked Lin Bai’s chest.

“Foul beast, dare to add insult to injury!”

“One Sword Blood Spurt!”

Whistle–

A flash of a sword, quick as lightning, swept across the air, drawing a blood-red crescent moon of sword light.

With a squelching sound, a sword fell, severing the head of the Black-scaled Leopard and sending it flying.

The decapitated Black-scaled Leopard fell to the ground.

After slaying the Black-scaled Leopard, Lin Bai felt a little joyful, and then activated the Devouring Sword Spirit.

“Devouring Sword Spirit, devour!”

Lin Bai raised his hand towards the body of the Black-scaled Leopard from a distance, only to see the fresh blood in the Black-scaled Leopard’s body quickly evaporating, turning into strips of blood-red mist, and melting into Lin Bai’s body.

The Devouring Sword Spirit devoured the vital energy of the Black-scaled Leopard, purifying the impurities, leaving only the purest vitality for Lin Bai to absorb.

The so-called vitality is the accumulation of essence from the whole body of a Demon Beast, which includes elements such as spirit, True Qi, bloodline and so on.

Vitality, not only Demon Beasts have it, but Warriors have it too…

But it is not mentioned in the Devouring Sword Spirit that it can devour the vitality of warriors, so Lin Bai didn’t try rashly.

“The Devouring Sword Spirit is indeed powerful. seaʀᴄh thё Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I’ve just absorbed the vitality of the Black-scaled Leopard, and the True Qi that was consumed has already been recovered, and I can even feel the improvement in my Cultivation State!”

This was just a Demon Beast of the third level of martial arts, but Lin Bai already felt the improvement in his cultivation.

There are countless more powerful demon beasts than the Black-scaled Leopard in Qingling Mountain.

If he kill all of them, Lin Bai could hardly imagine how fearfully his realm would progress!

Before leaving, Lin Bai hid the body of the Black-scaled Leopard.

Although there was no Demon Blood, the flesh and bones of the Black-scaled Leopard were still high-quality materials for refining first-level spiritual tools.

If sold in Lingxi City, they would still be worth hundreds of silver taels.

Lin Bai planned to find and take back all the bodies of the killed Demon Beasts when he was about to leave Qingling Mountain to resupply in Lingxi City.

“After half a month, I finally found it!”

Half a month later, Lin Bai looked at the mountain range before him in a sorry state.

This was the location marked on the map for the Pregnant Spirit Fruit.

Lin Bai had almost searched half of the Qingling Mountain Range during this period, killing more than a hundred demon beasts.

As a result, his Martial Art cultivation had been elevated to the fourth level.

“I hope the Pregnant Spirit Fruit has matured.”

Lin Bai rushed into the mountain range with glee, searching every inch of the land like a carpet, from foot to peak, for the Pregnant Spirit Fruit tree.

Finally, on the peak of the mountain, on a cliff, Lin Bai saw a twisted green tree.

Three rosy fruits were hanging on the branches of this tree.

“Pregnant Spirit Fruit!”

Standing on the cliff, Lin Bai looked with excitement at these three fruits.

“If it weren’t for my father’s cultivation resources being monopolized, I would have as many of these Pregnant Spirit Fruits as I wanted.” Lin Bai muttered with resentment, his hatred for Lin Zi’er and Lintai Heng deepened.

Climbing the twisted tree, Lin Bai approached the three pregnant spirit fruits.

Just at this moment, a startling bird cry echoed from above the sky.

Lin Bai turned his head in surprise to see a huge eagle swooping down from the apex of the sky, its separated bill and talons rushing towards him.

“A fifth-level Martial Art white-headed eagle!” Lin Bai cried out in surprise, hastily abandoning the impulse to pluck the Pregnant Spirit Fruit.

He leaped down from the tree, drew his Soul-Slaying Sword, and prepared to counterattack.

This white-headed eagle was not easy to deal with; It was the king of the sky, could fly incredibly fast, and could rip off a large chunk of flesh with a mere touch of its bill and talons.

Moreover, it was a fifth-level Martial Art demon beast, one level higher than Lin Bai’s Martial Art cultivation.

“So what if it’s the fifth level of Martial Art?

Whoever blocks me dies!”

Watching the white-headed eagle swoop down, Lin Bai’s eyes ignited with a trace of cold, sanguinary light.

“One Sword, Blood Spurt!”

He swung his sword backward, aiming at the white-headed eagle’s abdomen, intending to rip it open!

The white-headed eagle was surprised and swiftly twisted its body to dodge Lin Bai’s sword.

“Wild beast, trying to escape?” Lin Bai saw that the white-headed eagle was planning to flee after the failed stealth attack.

The Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand immediately emitted an immense blood light.

“Second form, River of Blood!”

The second form of the Qixue Sword Skill, River of Blood!

Puff…

The bloody sword light hit the wing of the white-headed eagle, splattering blood in mid-air.

The white-headed eagle screeched in pain, and its body quickly fell from the sky.

“Hmm, dare to fight with me!” Lin Bai saw the white-headed eagle falling from a meter high, destined to splatter to a bloodied mess upon landing, and revealed a cold sneer.

However, who would have thought, that when the white-headed eagle was three feet above Lin Bai, it violently flapped its wings, stabilizing its body again before swinging its talons at Lin Bai’s head.

“That’s bad!”

Lin Bai cried out in fright, his scalp tingling.

“Blood Wind, Blood Rain!”

The third form of the Qixue Sword Skill, Blood Wind, Blood Rain.

A frenzied bloody wind gathered around Lin Bai, firing out with his sword strike.

An endless storm engulfed the white-headed eagle.

With a sway of the whirlwind, the white-headed eagle screamed in pain, its white feathers getting quickly dyed red.

In a blink of an eye, its body was torn into three or four pieces by the sword, falling to the ground.

“Beast, almost got wreaked by your sneak attack!” Lin Bai looked at the body of the white-headed eagle, inwardly startled.

If he hadn’t cultivated the third form of the Qixue Sword Skill, he would have died in the sudden attack of the white-headed eagle!

After the Devouring Sword Spirit quickly absorbed the demon blood of the white-headed eagle, Lin Bai walked towards the Pregnant Spirit Fruit tree.

“The fifth-level Martial Art white-headed eagle has demon blood which is much stronger than those third and fourth-level demon beasts.” Lin Bai smiled gratifyingly, walked to the Pregnant Spirit Fruit tree, and picked the three Pregnant Spirit Fruits.

“These three Pregnant Spirit Fruits can probably push me up to a fifth-level Martial Art cultivation.”

Lin Bai laughed joyfully.

“Kid, Qingtian Alliance has taken a liking to the fruit in your hand.”

Just as Lin Bai was rejoicing, a cold sneer came from behind him.