Chapter 302 A Life of Dodging
So he didn't want to resist anymore.
Let's just give up.
If any cultivators who come to the island have the ability, then feel free to take the immortals' treasures. Right now, all he wants is for his people to live.
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Within the Forbidden Area
The interior of the earthen house was much larger than the exterior.
The moment they stepped inside, the house lit up instantly. On the walls, emerald green light patterns slowly spread from the roof to the surroundings like flowing water.
Beautiful and dreamy.
There's still danger!
The moment the light patterns approached, a cage constructed of spiritual energy appeared beneath their feet. Fortunately, Shang Yanting reacted quickly, pulling the slightly slower Jia Xitong into the air.
The light patterns connected at an extremely fast speed, covering the rooftops, walls, and ground everywhere. At the same time, countless light rings attacked them from all directions.
Shang Yanting channeled his spiritual power, forming a spherical spiritual shield to block these attacks. Jia Xitong channeled her Golden Saint Brush, sending several streams of spiritual energy, powerful enough to reach the array on the wall, only to bounce back the next second.
She was taken aback, then swung her sword a few more times at other places, with the same result—
useless!
This is no ordinary formation.
A series of attacks comparable to those of a Martial King came crashing down on them. If Shang Yanting ran out of spiritual energy, they would be doomed.
what to do?
Jia Xitong looked around at the sealed room, with the door blocked, there was nowhere to go out.
Do you remember the direction of the main gate?
While fending off the attacks, Shang Yanting asked questions.
"Know!"
Jia Xitong turned and looked to her left.
"I will now blast open the exit, and then use my spiritual power to create a path. You must quickly pass through here and leave!"
"And what about you?"
"I have my own way of getting out of this."
He overestimated himself; the person who set up the formation was even more powerful than he had imagined. Even with the abilities of a Martial King, he could only protect himself first.
Shang Yanting dared not let Jia Xitong take the risk with him, and planned to send her out first.
"etc!"
Jia Xitong quickly called the person to stop.
The intricate patterns on it are not just formations; there seem to be other brushstrokes in the sudden flow.
She took out paper and pen and began to copy the picture.
Time was of the essence, so her brush moved swiftly and fluidly. The faster she painted, the easier it was for her to concentrate fully and enter a profound state.
These moments are mysterious and unpredictable.
It is comparable to the meditative state of martial arts practitioners.
Shang Yanting was currently resisting the attack of the formation with all his might. As time went by, the spiritual power in his body was rapidly depleting, but even so, he did not interrupt her.
Quickly sketch each stroke.
The formation was now severely distorted in Jia Xitong's eyes. This formation consisted of two sub-formations and one type of talisman superimposed on each other.
Under her hands, the talisman was rapidly taking shape.
Within the two sub-arrays, the originally uniform light now displayed a stark contrast of light and shadow in her eyes. The brightest points in the two arrays were only the size of a ping-pong ball, located on the roof and the ground respectively.
A dragon's roar resounded at that moment.
Shang Yanting had exhausted his spiritual power. He transformed into a black, hornless dragon and coiled around Jia Xitong. His thick scales barely withstood the attacks from the surrounding Martial King level. Just as he was about to rush out with her, he heard Jia Xitong's voice, "Attack directly above your head and six inches to the southwest of the ground!"
The enormous dragon tail surged upwards, propelled by the spiritual energy.
With two bangs, the two key points of the formation, one above and one below, were destroyed.
The core of the formation is its Achilles' heel, fragile yet crucial; destroying it essentially paralyzes the formation. The talismans carved on the wall were damaged due to the formation's disruption, a fact Jia Xitong was only now realizing.
It turns out that talismans can also be used in conjunction with formations.
The crisis has just ended
She was unharmed, but Shang Yanting's dragon-shaped tail had been smashed open, leaving a bloody crater.
Golden-red blood was scattered all over the floor, and the room was filled with the smell of blood.
Speaking of which, the dragon's body has a strong defense. If a human body is attacked by the spiritual energy of a Martial King, even a cultivator of the same level will be instantly reduced to ashes.
Jia Xitong quickly took out a talisman and fed it to him.
As his strength increased, the effects of ordinary incantation talismans gradually became negligible. Even after Shang Yanting consumed the talisman, the blood on his tail did not completely coagulate.
"It's nothing."
Shang Yanting transformed back into her long legs, performed a simple bandage, and then began to investigate the problems with the house.
The room was several times larger than it appeared from the outside, about the size of a conference room, yet it was remarkably empty inside. Apart from a two-meter-high and one-meter-wide incense burner filled with ash and two yellow prayer cushions, there were no other decent treasures.
Adhering to the principle of making the most of everything, Jia Xitong took away both the stove and the futon.
On the other side, Shang Yanting was inspecting every floorboard in the room.
Since ancient times, powerful treasures have always liked to hide in the soil.
Shang Yanting was tapping on the stone bricks on the ground when suddenly a pair of bear shoes embroidered with pearls and cloud patterns stopped in front of him.
Jia Xitong tapped the stone brick with her toe, "Host, please stop tapping this."
He paused for a moment, then reached out and lifted the stone embedded in the ground.
Sure enough, there was something inside—a box buried underground.
Jia Xitong touched her Eight-Turn Treasure Hunting Compass. Although she would occasionally find trash with it, it was still very useful most of the time.
Shang Yanting reached out to grab it, only to find that the wooden box seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds. Even with all his strength, he couldn't move it an inch, so he began to channel spiritual energy into his right hand.
The more spiritual power one uses, the more one can feel as if there is a force resisting them.
Shang Yanting tried once but failed, so he sat down to recover his spiritual energy. When his spiritual energy had recovered to about 60-70%, he tried to lift the wooden box again. The wooden box seemed to have a strange ability; the more force he used, the heavier it became, until the weight pressing on the box went from tens of thousands of pounds to a mountain.
Seeing this, Jia Xitong imitated the power transfer techniques shown on television and replenished his spiritual energy.
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Outside
The Kuohai tribe waited at the entrance for a day and a night.
In their minds, even a tiny house could be explored by ants in a day and a night. Since these two monks hadn't emerged and there was no sound from them, their fate was surely grim.
Compared to the excitement and joy of finally achieving victory after a hard-fought defense in the past, the loss of two cultivators on the island without losing a single soldier did not bring the old patriarch any joy. Not only the old patriarch, but the middle-aged current patriarch also felt a strange feeling.
In fact, the immortal's treasure has no connection with the entire Kuohai tribe.
They've guarded this treasure for three hundred years, and so many of their people have died in the process. So much time has passed and the immortal still hasn't come. Has he already forgotten about it, or perhaps abandoned the treasure and them altogether?
Ultimately, the Sea-Expanding Clan needs to plan for their future.
Both the old and new clan leaders are considering giving up.
Just then, birds on the island took flight in unison, the earth shook and rumbled, and long, wide cracks appeared in the ground...
I owe 10,000 words!
Oh my god.
I'll pay it back slowly in a few days.
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(End of this chapter)
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