Chapter 11: The GapOnce could be called a coincidence, but the second time was no accident. "Any spell that hits him gets absorbed." Gradually, this thought took shape in everyone's mind. At the realization, they couldn't help but shiver all over. Immune to all magical attacks? Is he even human? In an instant, Lin Yi became a mysterious figure in the eyes of the six, as if he were invincible. They no longer dared to look down on this flamboyant little cultivator with only the second level of Qi Refinement. To the over seventy raiders, Lin Yi was a monster, a devil! How could there be someone who wasn't afraid of magical attacks? The raiders were all confused, staring wide-eyed at Lin Yi as if they wanted to see through him. Just then, Lin Yi, full of pride, raised his arm and shouted, "Brothers, take them out!" With that, he charged into the crowd of raiders in an extremely stylish manner, unleashing one Iron Sand Palm after another. Meanwhile, he kept circulating the Flesh Transformation Technique in his body, absorbing the spells that hit him. The other six members of the team seemed to snap out of their daze at this moment. They immediately released their magical artifacts, channeled their spiritual power, and attacked the raiders. When the over seventy raiders saw Lin Yi rushing over, they scattered like they'd seen a devil, not daring to provoke this fiend. "D*mn it! What are you hiding for? Are you even raiders? Is that all you've got? Son of a b*tch! I despise you!" Lin Yi was so angry that he jumped up and down, pointing at the raiders and yelling. Everyone was stunned! Because of Lin Yi's words, several people almost lost their lives under others' attacks. They'd seen arrogant people, but never someone this arrogant! What a nutcase! He was actually begging others to attack him—was he suicidal? Did his life mean so little to him? "F*ck! This kid is way too arrogant! I can't stand it. Who's with me to take him down? Dammit, I don't believe we can't deal with this brat with so many of us." A fierce-looking middle-aged cultivator's face turned livid with anger, and he roared. "Take him down!" "Take him down!" Immediately, the raiders who'd long since grown tired of Lin Yi echoed in unison. The momentum was terrifying. "Oh no! I've gone too far this time." Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he muttered to himself. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" About twenty raiders, ranging from the third to fourth level of Qi Refinement, released their spells to attack Lin Yi. A couple of them even had magical artifacts—but in Lin Yi's eyes, those artifacts were just cheap junk, no better than the shoddy stuff he sold at his stall. Lin Yi could handle spells from a few people, but with so many coming at once, his body, which had just started the Flesh Transformation tempering, and his second-level Qi Refinement cultivation, really couldn't handle it. "Can't absorb them all? Then I can dodge, can't I?" Lin Yi tapped his toes, dodging and weaving, making over a dozen moves in the blink of an eye, avoiding nearly half of the spells. But more than half still hit him. As he absorbed them with the Flesh Transformation Technique, his skin turned bright red, though he forced it to fade quickly. "Dammit, if one or two more spells hit me, I'd explode. This technique isn't as perfect as I thought." Lin Yi thought to himself, his face showing shock, clearly still惊魂未定 (shaken). "Haha! You little brat, finally scared? Starting to run? Keep showing off! Brothers, bombard him with spells! Take him out!" The fierce-looking middle-aged cultivator was overjoyed and laughed wildly. Take me out? I'll take you out first. With that thought, Lin Yi's body suddenly shot forward with a "whoosh," charging at the still-laughing middle-aged cultivator. Before he even reached him, he unleashed an Iron Sand Palm. His thick internal energy, like a tornado, surged toward the middle-aged cultivator. The middle-aged cultivator was only at the fourth level of Qi Refinement. Facing this palm strike, whose power clearly exceeded his own realm, he had to stop laughing and take it seriously. Though he looked rough, he was extremely careful in battles—otherwise, he wouldn't have survived until now. As for the other six members of the team, they formed a spearhead formation: two sixth-level Qi Refinement cultivators at the front, two fifth-level ones on the flanks, and a fourth-level cultivator plus the fifth-level female cultivator at the rear. They either cast spells, controlled magical artifacts, or used talismans to attack. Originally, Lin Yi was supposed to stay in the middle, and he'd agreed at the time. But after his一连串 of flamboyant actions, no one remembered that. What's more, Lin Yi had never wanted to hide in the middle—he'd come to practice the Flesh Transformation, not to kill. If he stayed in the middle, he'd be safe, but he wouldn't be able to absorb any incoming spells. Clearly, that wasn't what Lin Yi wanted. From the six's attacks, one could clearly see the gap between rogue cultivators and sect disciples. These six, obviously core disciples of their sects, wielded all kinds of treasures that gave them a huge advantage in battles. Rogue cultivators were far less fortunate. Their spells and spiritual power were no match for disciples of major sects. To kill an outer sect disciple on a training trip and loot their treasures, they needed to join forces. But any disciple sent on an outer trip was a core member of their sect. Would they not fear retaliation from the sect if they killed a core disciple? Thus, rogue cultivators were poor! And these raiders were all rogue cultivators. Tired of their impoverished immortal cultivation lives, they formed gangs, hiding in the Yunmeng Marsh to rob ordinary disciples from the Four Great Sects who ventured here. Unlike core disciples, ordinary disciples meant little to the Four Great Sects. Core disciples never worried about cultivation resources—their sects provided them with everything for free. So those who dared to venture into the Yunmeng Marsh were all ordinary disciples. The current group of raiders, facing the six's formation attack, seemed to be struggling to cope. Originally, with seventy cultivators attacking this seven-person team, they'd had a slim chance of winning. But with over twenty diverted by Lin Yi, the remaining fifty no longer dared to think about victory. The six's attacks were extremely fierce—within moments, five or six third-level Qi Refinement raiders were killed. Whenever a raider released a magical artifact, the six's attacks reduced those shoddy artifacts to dust, leaving nothing behind. This was the gap between high-quality and low-quality artifacts. Most low-quality artifacts were either broken or half-finished. High-quality artifacts, at the very least, had to be mid-grade; low-grade ones were just average. With their artifacts destroyed, the raiders who still had artifacts didn't dare to release them anymore. They all had to attack the six directly with spells. "Some of you come over here! We'll deal with that kid later!" A stern-looking, sinister middle-aged cultivator among the raiders shouted loudly to those bombarding Lin Yi.
