Chapter 58: Temporarily Leaving Nuoding City, Plans Fall Through
He knew all too well how much the prospect of Spirit evolution attracted Yu Xiaogang, so he had long since prepared for the worst-case scenario.
What surprised him, however, was that Xiao Wu had unexpectedly learned of this news.
This news was not friendly to him at all.
With Tang Hao's threat still hanging over his head and now the addition of a level seventy Spirit Saint, a layer of haze pressed down on Lin Xuan's heart.
To him right now, there was no fundamental difference between a Spirit Saint and a Titled Douluo; with his current strength, there was no possibility of survival facing either one.
"There was only one month left..."
Lin Xuan murmured in a low voice, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
As long as he could endure for one more month until "Old Tang" arrived and he obtained his trump card, let alone one Flender, even if Tang Hao and Flender joined forces, he would have the confidence to deal with them.
But now, time had become the most luxurious commodity.
Yet, he wasn't actually that worried.
In the original story, it took Tang San and the others nearly three months to travel from Saint Spirit Village to Nuoding City, even with stops along the way.
This indicated that the distance between Nuoding City and Suotuo City was by no means short; he had read a general map of the continent.
When he made an enemy of Yu Xiaogang, he had prepared for the possibility of Yu Xiaogang calling for reinforcements.
He had also looked into the speed of the continent's couriers.
A letter sent from Nuoding City to Suotuo City would take two months by carriage, and even a fast horse would take a month.
Given the current speed of mail delivery, it would likely take at least a month for the letter to reach Flender's hands.
In other words, Flender would arrive at Nuoding City in a month at the earliest.
And he, coincidentally, only needed to wait one more month to break free from all shackles.
But this was a gamble!
Gambling his life on Flender's travel time, gambling that no accidents would occur during the delivery, and gambling that Yu Xiaogang wouldn't take other actions in advance—like hiring a Spirit Master to deliver the letter?
Lin Xuan didn't dare to gamble, nor could he afford to.
Therefore, his only choice was to leave Nuoding City alone and hide until the end of this one-month buffer period before Flender's arrival and "Old Tang's" descent.
Furthermore, he couldn't take Xiao Wu. Once he left with her, Tang Hao, who was monitoring them in the shadows, would definitely not sit idly by. With Tang Hao's strength, they wouldn't even be able to escape the vicinity of Nuoding City.
But if he left by himself, even if Tang Hao saw him, he wouldn't go so far as to interfere too much.
After all, if Tang Hao truly intended to avenge Tang San, Lin Xuan wouldn't have gone all these years without encountering the slightest bit of danger.
"Xiao Wu, I have to go."
Lin Xuan turned to look at the anxious Xiao Wu, his tone calm but carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.
He didn't say when he would return, nor did he make any promises, as if he were full of confidence.
If Tang Hao was indeed monitoring him, appearing too certain would instead arouse Tang Hao's suspicion; only the appearance of fleeing in panic would fit his current situation.
As for Xiao Wu's safety?
He wasn't actually worried about that; Xiao Wu was currently equivalent to Tang Hao's prey.
Tang Hao might not care if Flender looked for trouble with Lin Xuan.
But if Flender dared to reach out his claws toward Xiao Wu, Tang Hao would absolutely not allow it.
In a roundabout way, as long as Tang San hadn't reached the basics for absorbing a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, Xiao Wu would be safe in Nuoding City for another day.
Hearing this, Xiao Wu's expression also became solemn. She grabbed Lin Xuan's hand and said:
"Lin Xuan, let's go together. I'm going with you!"
She truly considered Lin Xuan her closest person and was unwilling to stay in Nuoding City alone.
Lin Xuan shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.
"No, I'm going out to avoid trouble. Taking you along would make it harder to hide.
Besides, the continent is so dangerous. If something happens to me, stay at the academy and Cultivate well; you can avenge me in the future.
But if we go together and truly encounter danger, neither of us will survive, and then no one will be able to avenge me."
This was a lie; he would be back in a month at most, but he couldn't say that directly.
However, these words struck Xiao Wu's heart like a heavy hammer.
She knew Lin Xuan was telling the truth; with her current strength, following him would only make her a burden.
But the thought of separating from Lin Xuan and facing the risk of losing him made her tears fall uncontrollably.
"I understand..."
Xiao Wu sniffled and clenched her fists, a flash of ruthlessness uncharacteristic of her age crossing her eyes.
"Then you must stay alive. If you encounter any danger, I won't let Tang San, his teacher, or that Spirit Saint named Flender go!
Even if you're fine, I'll make them pay the price for what they've done!"
Xiao Wu said fiercely; she had truly developed killing intent toward Yu Xiaogang and Tang San.
Lin Xuan hadn't even tried to kill you, yet you're calling a Spirit Saint to deal with Xiao Xuan. This is simply too much!
Seeing Xiao Wu's red-rimmed eyes yet determined look, Lin Xuan felt a warmth in his heart.
He reached out to rub Xiao Wu's hair and took out a component of the Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges from his Storage Pendant.
After being disassembled, this item had been made into a small blue-black pendant by Lin Xuan. It also had storage functions, though its space was much smaller than the complete Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges, with only one cubic meter of storage.
"This is for you."
Lin Xuan handed the pendant to Xiao Wu.
"You don't have any storage equipment, so it'll be convenient for keeping things.
Take good care of yourself and wait for me to come back."
Xiao Wu took the pendant, clutched it tightly in her palm, and nodded vigorously. She couldn't speak another word for fear of crying out loud, so she just stared at Lin Xuan with her large, red eyes, afraid he would disappear if she blinked.
After comforting Xiao Wu, Lin Xuan didn't delay.
To avoid alerting the enemy, he continued to act as if nothing were wrong. He first went to the Blacksmith Shop and polished iron blocks for a while as usual. It wasn't until dusk that he quietly left the academy and headed for the Nuoding City market.
Using the gold coins he had previously "earned" from Tang San, he bought a sturdy horse. Without a moment's pause, he mounted the horse and galloped away in the direction opposite Suotuo City.
This was the fastest way he had planned to leave the city and stay away from Tang Hao. Through his Blue Silver Perception, he had long observed some of Tang Hao's daily habits.
At this time, Tang Hao was at his most relaxed, often getting himself dead drunk. Aside from Xiao Wu, the "Blood River Treasure," who would provoke a reaction from him, he wouldn't even react much if Lin Xuan beat Tang San right in front of him.
As the night deepened, the sound of horse hooves shattered the silence of Nuoding City. Lin Xuan looked back at the receding silhouette of the city, a flash of decisiveness in his eyes.
He didn't know where he was going, nor did he know what dangers he would encounter this month.
But he swore that once he returned, he would settle the score with every single person who threatened him, leaving none behind.
Whether it was due to good luck or something else, his departure was exceptionally smooth.
The scenario he had imagined of Tang Hao blocking his path didn't happen at all.
Time flowed by quickly, and by the time Tang San and Yu Xiaogang discovered Lin Xuan had vanished, three whole days had passed.
Not just Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, but the entire Nuoding Academy realized Lin Xuan was gone.
For this reason, the Dean even sought out the people of Dormitory Seven to inquire about the situation, but learned nothing.
The Old Dean even suspected whether Yu Xiaogang had hired someone to take Lin Xuan away.
To this, the Old Dean could only sigh and stop asking questions.
Yu Xiaogang and Tang San were also stunned when they learned of Lin Xuan's disappearance.
After all, how many days had it been since their letter was sent?
Now, before Flender had even arrived, the target had vanished first!
To find Lin Xuan, Nuoding Academy conducted a city-wide search within Nuoding City.
Among them, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San were the most diligent in the search. Those who didn't know better would have thought they had a great relationship with Lin XuanChapter 59: The Protagonist's Treatment: Encountering Bandits on the Road
Tang San and Yu Xiaogang couldn't figure out at all how Lin Xuan knew they were planning to deal with him.
Moreover, he had run away so cleanly and decisively, not even bothering to pack his bedding before fleeing.
Not to mention Yu Xiaogang and the others, even Tang Hao hadn't expected Lin Xuan to run.
It wasn't as if he had nothing better to do all day, monitoring Lin Xuan's every move and conversation.
He just needed to sit down somewhere casually in Nuoding City and unconsciously spread out his mental force.
As long as those familiar spirit power signatures occasionally appeared within his mental force perception, he could confirm who was present or not.
Of course, his primary focus remained Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Although the combat power Lin Xuan had currently displayed was indeed formidable, his upper limit was almost visible at a glance.
He usually just treated Lin Xuan as a whetstone for Tang San.
Three days ago, as dusk fell, he couldn't help but think of Ah Yin again.
Then he proceeded to drink himself into a stupor.
Of course, he basically did this every night, but Lin Xuan wasn't aware of it.
If he had known earlier that Tang Hao got drunk every night, he would have taken Xiao Wu and run long ago under the cover of darkness.
With just one moment of inattention, that little brat Lin Xuan had actually managed to escape.
Then, by secretly following Tang San and the others, he learned that Yu Xiaogang had discovered Lin Xuan's blood could help his Luo San Pao Breakthrough its Bottleneck. After failing to obtain it by asking, he had actually planned to invite Flender to deal with Lin Xuan... Tang Hao felt somewhat speechless; if you're inviting a Spirit Saint, it's no wonder the guy ran.
But he was just a waste with Innate Third-Rank Soul Power anyway; Tang Hao didn't care, as long as Xiao Wu hadn't run off with him.
However, while Tang Hao could afford not to care, Yu Xiaogang could not!
For so many years, Yu Xiaogang had tried every method imaginable.
He had even absorbed two Dragon-type spirit rings, but they had absolutely no effect on Luo San Pao.
Yet, Lin Xuan's blood produced an almost immediate, tangible effect.
How could he be willing to give up on this hope he had finally glimpsed?
He searched Nuoding City over and over, even venturing outside the city several times, yet returned empty-handed each time.
This experience of seeing hope only to watch it vanish before his eyes nearly drove Yu Xiaogang to collapse.
In the end, it was by focusing on Tang San that he regained some rationality.
Finding one person hiding across the continent is indeed difficult, but if Tang San became a Titled Douluo, or even a powerhouse with twin spirits, then with Tang San's influence at that time, a simple call to arms could mobilize a massive amount of manpower to help him find Lin Xuan.
Therefore, as long as he nurtured Tang San to that level, there would still be a chance.
Yu Xiaogang and Tang San comforted each other, licking their wounds like two injured beasts.
Meanwhile, in Dormitory Seven, Xiao Wu sat cross-legged on the bed Lin Xuan had left behind, quietly meditating in Cultivation.
She wanted to become very, very strong, strong enough that no one would dare harm her family ever again.
At this moment, Xiao Wu seemed to have suddenly matured.
After three days and nights of urgent travel, whipping the horse relentlessly, Lin Xuan finally reined in the reins. He hadn't reached any destination; instead, he was blocked in the middle of a narrow path by a carriage that had appeared abruptly.
Ever since leaving Nuoding City, Lin Xuan hadn't dared to take the main roads—he feared his appearance and route might be noted. If Flender arrived early and followed the trail, it would be troublesome.
So he deliberately chose remote paths, hoping only to get as far away as possible. He hadn't expected to run into a carriage in this desolate, uninhabited place.
The carriage opposite was quite eerie, its body wrapped in heavy, pitch-black cloth that tightly covered the compartment, making it impossible to see what was hidden inside.
On the surface, there were only three people: one driving at the front, and the other two sitting cross-legged on the roof, bragging and shooting the breeze with great gusto, their expressions exuding a thuggish air.
Lin Xuan didn't want trouble. His sole focus now was evading disaster; there was no need to start a conflict with strangers.
However, when the three men glanced at Lin Xuan traveling alone and wearing ordinary clothes, their eyes instantly changed. Especially upon seeing Lin Xuan's face, which could be described as 'disastrously handsome,' a flash of greed gleamed in their eyes.
These men weren't legitimate merchants at all, but human traffickers who roamed the rural wilds year-round.
They specialized in targeting children with outstanding looks or people with unusual appearances, reselling them to various major forces for profit.
In their eyes, Lin Xuan's face was walking gold coins. Such a fine 'piece of goods,' once sold, would be enough for the three brothers to live lavishly for quite a while.
"Kid, stop right there!"
The man driving the carriage spoke first, his voice coarse and unpleasant.
He jumped down from the carriage, exchanged a glance with the two on the roof, who instantly understood his meaning. They circled behind Lin Xuan, and the three formed a triangular formation, tightly surrounding Lin Xuan in the center.
Lin Xuan inwardly cursed his bad luck. He had just escaped the trouble in Nuoding City and now ran into these evil characters.
He was starting to question his own luck.
He subtly tightened his fists, his gaze sweeping over the three, already prepared to fight.
"Heh heh heh..."
The three men let out a series of strange laughs, their eyes brazenly appraising Lin Xuan, spitting out vulgar words.
"This little face is truly handsome. Selling him to those noble lords who like male concubines will definitely fetch a good price!"
"Look at his delicate skin and tender flesh; he's probably still a virgin. Might even sell for more!"
As soon as the teasing words fell, the three simultaneously summoned their Spirits.
A gray-furred rat, a black cat with sharp claws, and a stout yellow dog. After Spirit Possession, spirit rings appeared on all three: one white, two yellow—they were clearly three Spirit Elder-level experts!
Looking at the three who had completed their transformations, Lin Xuan's eyes showed not too much fear, but rather a surge of disgust.
If he couldn't tell from their words what line of work they were in, then his Transmigration would have been in vain.
Although human traffickers and slaves did indeed exist in the dou era one, he hadn't expected these traffickers to be so brazen.
Moreover, these three were Spirit Elders! They must receive a subsidy of at least a hundred gold coins per month.
With that kind of money, he couldn't fathom why they would engage in the business of human trafficking.
The man with the rat Spirit grinned.
"Kid, be sensible and come with us quietly, save yourself some pain. Otherwise, don't blame us brothers for being rude!"
His first spirit ring lit up, and the gray-furred rat instantly swelled in size, surrounded by a faint gray mist—clearly a Spirit Ability with a paralyzing effect.
Lin Xuan didn't speak. Instead, he jumped down from his horse. Perfect timing; this was his first fight with anyone since his Spirit completed its first reforging.
Even though the opponents were three, all at the Spirit Elder level, he felt not a shred of fear.
The man with the black cat Spirit licked his claws. His second spirit ring lit up, covering his sharp claws with a layer of dark blue luster, so sharp it seemed capable of tearing through the air.
"Enough talk with him. Just capture him directly. This kid looks weak, but he might be a good runner.
And we're not far from the main road. It wouldn't be good if we attracted the attention of some big shot."
The black cat Spirit Master said warily. It was because Lin Xuan was acting too calm, not a trace of fear on his face.
This kind of person either had confidence or was a fool.
To be safe, the black cat Spirit Master decided to strike first to gain the upper hand.
His figure flashed as he charged directly towards Lin Xuan.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan immediately summoned his own Spirit. The Blue Silver Grass took root upon landing, instantly taking over the sensory perception of all Blue Silver Grass within a sixty-meter radius.
Simultaneously, a white spirit ring slowly rose from beneath his feetChapter 60: The Correct Practitioner of the Instant Kill Eight Stage Drop
Blue Silver Perception spread out like an invisible spider web covering all directions. Lin Xuan's consciousness seemed to float in mid-air, with every inch of the trajectory of the Wild Cat Spirit Master's attack from behind etched clearly in his mind.
Those gleaming, dark blue claws tore through the air with the agility characteristic of an agility-attack system Spirit Master, yet in his perception, they were as slow as a snail.
Catching sight of the single spirit ring at Lin Xuan's feet, a greedy light instantly erupted in the depths of the Wild Cat Spirit Master's eyes, and a ferocious grin split his face.
"To think it's just a one-ring junior Spirit Master! With delicate skin and tender flesh like that, selling him to those noble lords as a plaything would fetch ten times the price of ordinary goods!"
He unconsciously reduced the force in his hand by thirty percent. He certainly didn't want to damage this 'golden nugget' at the last moment and ruin its selling appearance.
But would Lin Xuan give him the chance to seize control?
Without even turning his head, his hand shot out like lightning, precisely and unerringly seizing the oncoming claw.
A cold sensation transmitted from his fingertips, accompanied by the Wild Cat Spirit Master's body, rigid with utter shock.
He, a dignified three-ring Spirit Elder—though not with the optimal spirit ring configuration and strength not being his forte—should not be so easily restrained by a one-ring Spirit Master, right?
Just as he thought to activate his first Spirit Ability, 'Claw Rend,' to make his claws extend three inches and tear through the opponent's palm, he found his wrist gripped tightly by Lin Xuan, as if locked in an iron vise, not even giving him a chance to use his Spirit Ability.
"Come here!"
Lin Xuan shouted in a low voice, his tone still carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
He exerted force with a sudden pull, the muscles in his arm bulging, actually yanking the Wild Cat Spirit Master, who was half a head taller, directly in front of him.
Without giving the other time to react, Lin Xuan bent his knee, lifted his foot—the movements flowing seamlessly—and delivered a savage kick imbued with terrifying force squarely into the Wild Cat Spirit Master's chest.
"Thud!"
A dull, heavy sound, like a heavy object hitting leather.
The Wild Cat Spirit Master felt a heart-wrenching, excruciating pain erupt in his chest. His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, blood spewing wildly from his mouth, painting a crimson arc in the air.
And at the very instant his body left the ground, dozens of tough Blue Silver Grass strands abruptly surged from Lin Xuan's fingertips, instantly weaving into fine chains. One end tightly bound the Wild Cat Spirit Master's limbs, while the other end firmly wrapped around Lin Xuan's own wrist and ankle.
Over twenty meters apart, the Blue Silver Grass stretched to its limit, emitting a faint golden light, accumulating immense elastic force like a taut bungee cord.
Lin Xuan used the momentum to kick off hard against the ground, sending gravel (shards) flying. His figure shot forward like an arrow from a bow, colliding head-on with the flying Wild Cat Spirit Master once more.
Another powerful kick accurately struck his abdomen. The Wild Cat Spirit Master was kicked flying again, and the elastic force of the Blue Silver Grass instantly exploded, violently yanking him back in front of Lin Xuan.
The two were like puppets tied by an invisible rubber band, repeatedly being pulled and crashing against each other in the air above the path. This was precisely the Move Lin Xuan had developed by combining Xiao Wu's taught Instant Kill Eight Stage Drop!
He lacked the ability to teleport and track, so he used the Blue Silver Grass to control the distance. Every impact carried his unparalleled immense strength, allowing him to perfectly utilize his full power, each blow deadly.
Boom!
With the first kick landing, the crisp sound of the Wild Cat Spirit Master's ribs breaking was clearly audible. Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth.
Crack!
The second kick struck his spine from a distance. Accompanied by a teeth-grating sound of bone shattering, the Wild Cat Spirit Master's body instantly went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut, completely losing the ability to resist. Yet, the Blue Silver Grass relentlessly pulled him back.
The third kick, the fourth kick... Lin Xuan's face remained expressionless, his eyes as cold as ice. Every kick precisely struck vital points. Amidst flying flesh and blood, the Wild Cat Spirit Master's screams shifted from piercingly shrill to gradually faint, finally becoming unconscious moans.
When the eighth stage of the drop ended and Lin Xuan landed steadily, the Wild Cat Spirit Master was already lying on the ground like a pile of Rotten meat (mangled flesh), eyes wide open, breath gone. A large section of his chest was caved in, and countless bones throughout his body were broken.
Theoretically, this Move could be infinitely chained. After all, he had no flash, no limitations. But generally, eight Moves were more than enough to make them Completely shut down (completely incapacitated).
Lin Xuan was spattered all over with warm blood. His originally handsome face was now covered with a thick layer of frost. The hair on his forehead, soaked in blood, clung to his skin, emanating a terrifying aura that chilled one to the bone.
Not far away, the Rat Spirit Master and the Wild Dog Spirit Master had long frozen in place, their pupils contracted to pinpricks, their faces filled with horror and disbelief.
A one-ring Spirit Master had instantly killed a Spirit Elder? This completely It overturned their understanding (overturned their understanding)!
Especially in such a violent and bloody manner.
Having Mixing (wandered) the continent for so many years, it was the first time they had witnessed such a A terrifying scene (terrifying scene).
Lin Xuan forcefully suppressed the wave of nausea churning in his heart.
He was already I was holding back my anger (fuming with pent-up anger) from having to flee Nuoding City in such a wretched manner. These human traffickers not only dared to target him but also uttered filthy words and made lewd, Unpleasant and offensive language (unbearable teasing remarks). They were simply seeking death.
He slowly turned his head, his icy gaze falling upon the remaining two, looking at them as if they were already corpses.
Almost the instant he turned, dozens of Blue Silver Grass strands burst from the ground, instantly spreading into an airtight net. With sharp whistling sounds, they swept towards the Rat Spirit Master.
Simultaneously, Lin Xuan directly drew the Purple Dragon Dagger and without hesitation slashed a cut across the palm of his right hand.
The moment blood welled up, it was as if the correct password had been entered. Golden dragon scales rapidly spread from the wound, covering his entire arm.
A vast draconic aura suddenly Spread out (spread out), sweeping through the surroundings like an invisible storm. His presence instantly surged several times, far surpassing the scope of an ordinary Spirit Elder.
After doing all this, Lin Xuan charged straight at the Wild Dog Spirit Master.
A dog's physique is generally stronger than that of a cat or a rat, and it also has enhanced olfactory enhancement (olfactory senses). If it escaped today, it would absolutely be a hidden threat to him.
Anyone who could potentially put him in danger must be eliminated!
The Wild Dog Spirit Master shuddered all over. His Spirit, the 'Sturdy Yellow Dog,' trembled under the suppress (suppression) of the draconic aura, even showing signs of dissipating. The flow of spirit power within his body also became extremely sluggish.
As if bound by invisible shackles.
Terrified out of his wits, he dared not approach. Frantically, he activated his second Spirit Ability, 'Frenzied Bark Deterrence.' A sound waves (sound wave) containing a mental Impact (impact) erupted from his mouth.
Attempting to interference (disrupt) Lin Xuan's movements, he simultaneously swung his claws, covered in yellow Spirit light, and lunged forward with all his might, making a last-ditch struggle.
But Lin Xuan's speed had already surpassed the limits of an ordinary Spirit Elder. Enhanced by the dragon blood, his movements were as fast as a ghost. He easily sidestepped the claw attack, closed the distance, and his dragon-scale-covered fist, carrying a The sound of the wind (howling wind), smashed fiercely into the Wild Dog Spirit Master's face.
"Bang!"
A loud sound. The Wild Dog Spirit Master's nose bridge instantly collapsed. Blood mixed with Bone fragments (bone fragments) splattered out. The man was struck dizzy, stars dancing before his eyes.
Lin Xuan, not letting up on his advantage, grabbed the man's hair with an iron grip like a vise and yanked it downward. Simultaneously, his right knee top (slammed) into his chest. "Crack!" Several more ribs broke.
At the same time, several Blue Silver Grass strands Entangled (entwined) his limbs, pinning him firmly to the ground, rendering him immobile.
The Wild Dog Spirit Master struggled, trying to activate his first Spirit Ability, 'Bite,' to attack Lin Xuan with his teeth. But Lin Xuan gave him no chance.
He raised his hand. His dragon-claw-like fingertips, With a sharp, cold light (carrying a sharp, cold gleam), Pierced (pierced) directly through the Wild Dog Spirit Master's Dantian, the location of his Spirit core.
"Urgh—!" The Wild Dog Spirit Master let out a A piercing scream (piercing scream). The spirit power within his body Collapse (dissipated) like a bursting dam. The light in his eyes rapidly dimmed. In merely ten seconds, this Spirit Elder with one white and two yellow spirit rings had pupils that went slack, completely lifeless.
After dealing with the Wild Dog Spirit Master, Lin Xuan turned to look at the Rat Spirit Master trapped by the Blue Silver Grass.
At this moment, the Rat Spirit Master was frantically activating his first Spirit Ability, 'Decaying Toxic Fart.' A mass of grayish-black fog (gray-black mist) surged from his body, attempting to corrosion (corrode) the toughness of the Blue Silver Grass.
But these Blue Silver Grass strands were closely bound to Lin Xuan's spirit power. As long as he had even a shred of spirit power left within him, the Blue Silver Grass was indestructible (indestructible).
Amidst the Lingering (lingering) mist, the Blue Silver Grass not only didn't corrode but instead (instead) tightened even more, Lede (choking) him until he couldn't breathe, his face turning purple from suffocation.
Lin Xuan approached slowly. The draconic aura pressed down on the Rat Spirit Master like a mountain, making his whole body go soft (weak). He couldn't even stand, He could only lie on the ground, trembling. (could only collapse on the ground, trembling).
"P-please spare me, sir! I'll never dare again!"
Tears and snot (snot) streamed down his face, his voice choked with sobs as he desperately begged for mercy.
"I was just momentarily muddleheaded (foolish)! Please spare my life! I'll never be a human trafficker again!"
But Lin Xuan remained utterly unmoved, not a shred of pity in his eyes. He micro-motion (slightly moved) his fingertips.
Golden Scale flew from his fingertips and quickly Integration (merged into) one of the Blue Silver Grass strands.
Instantly, that strand of Blue Silver Grass seemed to come alive, coiling around the Rat Spirit Master's body like a venomous snake.
After Entanglement (entwining) the Rat Spirit Master's body, the Blue Silver Grass tighten suddenly (suddenly tightened).
"Crack! Crack!"
Four consecutive crisp sound (crisp snaps). The Rat Spirit Master's limbs were twisted and broken by brute force. His A piercing scream (piercing screams) echoed through the woods, only met by Lin Xuan's icy stare.
Using farting as a Spirit Ability was just too disgusting, exactly like a certain Grandmaster.
Golden Scale advanced further, directly Entangled (coiled around) the Rat Spirit Master's neck. With a 'crack,' it directly It broke (snapped) the Rat Spirit Master's neck.
"Crack!" The sound of bone breaking rang out. The Rat Spirit Master's screams Abruptly stopped (cut off abruptly). His eyes widened, completely still.
Having successively killed three Spirit Elders, Lin Xuan's internal spirit power was mostly depleted. The A strong smell of blood (thick smell of blood) around him and the minced meat (shredded flesh) and Internal organ fragments (organ fragments) splattered on his body finally made him I couldn't hold back any longer (unable to hold back any longer).
He stumbled to the grass by the roadside, leaned against a tree trunk, bent over, and violently vomited. He didn't stop until he had emptied his stomach completely, even retching up acid water (stomach acid). Only then did he collapse to the ground, gasping for air in big mouth big mouth (great gulps).
Lin Xuan took a while to Barely suppressed (barely suppress) the nausea in his heart and the fatigue in his body.
Looking up, Lin Xuan couldn't help but glance towards that pitch-black carriageChapter 61: Rescue, Forging firearms
After vomiting heavily, Lin Xuan used Blue Silver Grass to throw the three corpses to the roadside. He then moved to a spot about thirty meters away from the carriage and summoned his Blue Silver Grass.
The vines of the Blue Silver Grass swiftly approached the carriage like snakes, then deftly probed inside the compartment.
Who knew if there was another ambusher hiding inside the carriage? He didn't dare take that risk.
However, as the Blue Silver Grass entered the compartment and the sensory feedback reached Lin Xuan's mind, his tense heart couldn't help but relax with a sigh of relief.
There was no hidden ambusher in the dark compartment. Instead, two young girls lay quietly inside.
The compartment had been modified, with a large amount of steel reinforcement inside—essentially an iron cage hidden beneath the floor of a box.
A padlock hung across the iron cage door.
Just as he was about to steel himself and search the three bodies for the key, Jin Lin scurried back, carrying a set of keys and three money pouches in its mouth.
Seeing Jin Lin looking at him with a fawning expression, a slight smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
Gently stroking Jin Lin's head with his finger, Lin Xuan controlled the Blue Silver Grass to take the keys, unlock the padlock, and pull open the cage door.
He then extended a few more strands of Blue Silver Grass inside to drag out the two unconscious girls.
Looking at the two unconscious girls, Lin Xuan had to admit that these three traffickers indeed had good taste.
These two young girls' looks were easily above eighty points, if not ninety.
The two girls appeared to be around twelve or thirteen years old, and they might even be twins.
Apart from their delicate features, there wasn't anything particularly distinctive about them.
Well, being twins should add quite a few points.
It was just unclear how much profit their so-called 'business' could actually generate.
But it probably wouldn't be insignificant.
Otherwise, they wouldn't risk being wanted by the Spirit Hall to engage in such activities.
With a Spirit Elder earning a hundred gold coins per month, that was generally enough to live on, as long as one didn't indulge in excessive luxury or addictive substances.
In fact, one could even live quite comfortably.
Therefore, for people like these, who clearly didn't need to worry about making a living yet still chose to commit evil deeds, there was absolutely no need for any pity.
Controlling the Blue Silver Grass, he pulled the two girls close, suspending them in mid-air and giving them a gentle shake, but there was still no reaction.
From their bodies, Lin Xuan could even detect a faint, unpleasant odor.
Alright, that pretty much confirms it. They were definitely knocked out by that Rat Soul Master's fart.
He tossed the two girls onto the horse used by the three Spirit Masters to pull the carriage, reinforced it with Blue Silver Grass, and then Lin Xuan himself mounted his own horse, heading in the direction from which the three Spirit Elders had come.
The horse carrying the two girls was led by Blue Silver Grass, following behind Lin Xuan.
Since he had saved them, he might as well see it through. Given the circumstances, the girls' home was likely nearby.
This was just the plight of ordinary people. Failing to awaken spirit power while being good-looking made life this difficult.
Shaking his head, Lin Xuan continued onward.
He wasn't a Saint. Being able to stand up against injustice when he saw it was already commendable. He didn't have the patience for anything more.
At least, he wouldn't consider it until his plan for immortality was complete.
Sure enough, not long after advancing, Lin Xuan encountered a village. By now, the villagers had probably realized the twin sisters were missing and had begun searching anxiously.
Lin Xuan glanced at the village from a distance but didn't approach. He gently patted his horse's rump to keep it moving forward, then turned onto another small path.
For now, he had no intention of contacting any human settlements. Even the slightest risk of exposure was a gamble he wasn't willing to take.
"After fleeing for so many days, it should be safe now, right?"
Another three days later, Lin Xuan wasn't sure how far he had run, but he hadn't encountered any more dangers along the way.
Even when he came across small groups of Spirit Masters, neither side made any contact.
Surveying the vast forest around him, Lin Xuan picked a direction and rode on.
In six days, Lin Xuan had covered over six hundred li. It was only because the horses on the Douluo Continent weren't ordinary steeds that he could travel this far.
He figured that after running over six hundred li, even if Flender wanted to find him, it probably wouldn't be that easy.
Besides, if he went any farther, it would be inconvenient for him to return.
"Yu Xiaogang, you're really something. Can't win a fight, so you call for help!"
After six days of contemplation, Lin Xuan had considered many ways to deal with Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Tang Hao.
In the end, he decided that crippling them was the main goal.
Simply killing them would be too easy. On the Douluo Continent, death was never a form of torment.
But losing one's cultivation—that was what truly inspired fear.
Without strength, everything on the Douluo Continent had to be done with extreme caution. Having lived under Tang Hao's pressure for three years, didn't he know exactly how that felt?
And wasn't Yu Xiaogang desperate for fame?
He would cripple his Spirit and spirit power, turning him into a complete waste. That would undoubtedly be more painful for Yu Xiaogang than simply killing him.
Moreover, he still needed Yu Xiaogang to continue leading Tang San astray. Otherwise, what if Tang San, under the guidance of another Spirit Master, started absorbing plant-type spirit rings again?
Since Yu Xiaogang valued honor more than his own life, Lin Xuan would personally shatter the very thing he held as his glory.
As for Flender, killing or crippling him were both options. It all depended on Lin Xuan's mood.
And Tang San?
For now, Lin Xuan's approach was mainly observation. As long as Tang San remained suppressed under his thumb, unable to turn the tables, that was enough.
He had many speculations about Tang San, one of which was that Tang San was a contingency plan planted by the Asura God.
Before Tang San fully rose to power and before Lin Xuan had sufficient strength to confront the Asura God, he wouldn't recklessly take action against Tang San.
Besides, Tang San hadn't really caused him any harm; it was mostly Lin Xuan who had harmed Tang San.
In short, those who had offended him would be made to wish they were dead, and those who posed a threat to him would be kept permanently suppressed, unable to lift their heads.
He would settle the scores once he had obtained absolute, unrivaled power.
(The main reason for not killing Tang San now is that there wouldn't be much left to see afterward. Please understand, and long live understanding!)
Finding a secluded valley, Lin Xuan punched and killed a wild boar that had become a Spirit Beast, then claimed the spot.
A ten-year-old boar. Although the meat was a bit tough, it was still meat.
After processing the boar, Lin Xuan began moving his things outside.
These were items he had gradually accumulated after obtaining Yu Xiaogang's spirit tool. First, there was a set of simple forging tools.
Lin Xuan had purchased these from a Blacksmith Shop.
In the coming days, Lin Xuan planned to fully realize the firearm he had envisioned.
Back in Nuoding City, he would secretly forge some peculiar little gadgets from time to time.
And he had even used Hundred Forging-grade metals for them.
What he intended to craft was a handgun. The general components of the gun had already been forged.
Now, only the main body, the magazine, and the bullets remained to be made.
During the time he was scared off by Flender, Lin Xuan deeply understood the consequences of not having enough trump cards.
Even if he could soon obtain 'Old Tang' as a trump card, it could only be used three times.
Apart from that, he absolutely needed other means to deal with powerful opponents.
Back in Nuoding City, he couldn't do much under Tang Hao's watchful eye. But now that he was outside, he naturally needed to prepare for his future.
If he had found some rare metals during this time, he would have even considered using Thousand Forging Materials to craft his firearm.
Wait, rare metals
Chapter 62: Stacked Hammer Breaking the Boundary and Blood Sacrifice Divine Weapon
A flash of inspiration struck Lin Xuan's mind—rare metals, he happened to have some!
Without the slightest hesitation, he took out two pitch-black hundred-forged tungsten steel hammers from his storage pendant.
Although tungsten steel was not as rare as deep silver, it was still a solid rare metal; its hard texture and excellent toughness made it a rare material for forging.
Previously, he had wanted to keep this pair of hammers as a memento, as they had accompanied him through years of forging. But now, at a critical moment of life and death, converting them into strength was the only way.
Sacrificing a memento in exchange for a bit of confidence in survival was definitely a worthwhile trade.
Putting down the tungsten steel hammers, Lin Xuan then took out two thousand refinement deep silver hammers that shimmered with a silvery-white luster.
The heavy touch as he held them brought a familiar sense of weight. A single hammer weighed three hundred pounds, totaling six hundred pounds for the pair.
Such weight would likely make it impossible for Tang San to even walk, but for Lin Xuan, whose body had been tempered by the Golden Dragon King Bloodline and who shared a high degree of compatibility with his weapons after the blood sacrifice, swinging them was not easy but was as natural as an extension of his own arms.
Relying solely on the weight and hardness of these two deep silver hammers, without using any Spirit Ability, Lin Xuan was confident he could steadily defeat an ordinary Spirit Elder and even hold his own for a bit against a Spirit Ancestor.
He threw the tungsten steel hammers into the roaring furnace. The flames instantly surged high, and the orange-red firelight cast a crimson glow over the forging table.
Based on the forging experience he inherited as a Legacy from Tang Wulin, Lin Xuan waited patiently for the furnace temperature to reach the optimal range. Before long, he used iron tongs to pull out the glowing red, scorching tungsten steel hammers and placed them steadily on the forging table.
Closing his eyes to concentrate, he mentally reviewed every step of Thousand Forging, as well as the strength and angle of every strike.
When he opened his eyes again, only focus remained. He gently lifted a deep silver hammer and tentatively struck the tungsten steel hammer.
"Clang— Clang— Clang—"
A single strike produced three crisp echoes. This was the thousand refinement deep silver hammer's additional effect—Stacked Hammer, which allowed the force of a single strike to stack three times, greatly increasing forging efficiency.
Feeling the structural texture inside the tungsten steel hammer with his fingertips, Lin Xuan no longer hesitated. The spirit power and blood Qi within his body were instantly mobilized, the muscles in his arms bulged, and the deep silver hammers turned into two silver shadows in his hands as he performed the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method with all his might!
The sound of strikes like a torrential rainstorm echoed in the valley, but it was skillfully blocked by the surrounding mountains, ensuring not a single sound would leak out.
This pair of tungsten steel hammers had accompanied him for three whole years; he knew every pattern and every bit of their toughness like the back of his hand.
If not forced by the situation, he would never have been willing to melt them down and reforge them. But now, letting them accompany him in another, more powerful form was not a waste of their value.
"Clang clang clang! Bang bang bang!"
The strikes were dense and rhythmic. Under the intense tempering, the two tungsten steel hammers gradually underwent Fusion, turning into an irregular iron billet.
The high temperature made the iron billet glow with a dazzling red light. Every strike sent countless sparks flying, like stars exploding in the night sky.
Lin Xuan gradually entered a selfless Realm. It was as if he could hear the faint "breathing" of the metal. His striking was no longer simple forging but more like guiding the flow of the metal's aura, making its internal structure increasingly tight and smooth.
An hour passed. Fine beads of sweat broke out on Lin Xuan's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the scorching forging table, instantly evaporating into white mist.
An hour and a half later, his arms began to ache, and more than half of his spirit power was consumed, yet the deep silver hammers in his hands did not slow down at all.
Two hours in, the weight of the thousand refinement deep silver hammers began to show its power. Even with the redirecting force techniques of the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Method, the continuous high-intensity striking caused his blood Qi to surge. His stamina was nearing exhaustion, and his arms felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
But he gritted his teeth and persevered—this was the first time in his life he was attempting Thousand Forging, and with the added Stacked Hammer effect, if he couldn't even endure this bit of hardship, his years of forging and Cultivation would become a joke.
Just as Lin Xuan felt he was about to run out of strength and his arms could barely be lifted, the tungsten steel iron billet on the forging table suddenly burst forth with a rich black light!
The light wasn't blinding, but it carried a sense of extreme condensation and heaviness. The Impurities inside had been completely removed, leaving only the purest essence of tungsten steel.
Thousand Forging, it's done!
Lin Xuan was overjoyed. Propping up his exhausted body, he pulled out a dagger he carried with him and made a light cut on his right palm.
Bright red blood gushed out and dripped onto the black-glowing Thousand Forging tungsten steel. The blood was instantly absorbed by the tungsten steel, and a faint blood-colored halo appeared on the surface. This was the blood sacrifice method, which could completely bind the weapon to one's own aura, making it much easier to use and even allowing it to guide one's own power.
The blood sacrifice was complete. Lin Xuan could no longer hold himself up and slumped onto the cold ground, gasping for air. His whole body was as limp and weak as if he had lost all strength, but his eyes were filled with undisguisable joy and excitement.
He did it!
Thousand Forging tungsten steel was finally successful!
After resting for about half an hour and eating ten whole pounds of wild boar meat, Lin Xuan finally regained some strength. He stood up and gazed at that piece of Thousand Forging tungsten steel.
Next, he would forge it into the form he had already envisioned—a firearm.
With the hardness and toughness of Thousand Forging tungsten steel, combined with the gunpowder he had formulated, once this firearm took shape, its power would definitely exceed imagination.
In his previous life as a simple college student, Lin Xuan had no other hobbies besides watching various short videos.
Somehow, he had acquired a vast amount of strange and unusual knowledge.
And the formulation of high-purity gunpowder just happened to be one of the things he had studied.
Besides gunpowder, Lin Xuan also focused on learning how to make soap, how to make paper, how to extract alcohol, and so on.
It was all about preparing for Transmigration in advance.
Who would have thought that he would actually undergo Transmigration by accident?
With the gunpowder he had meticulously formulated...
He was confident that as long as it wasn't a defense-type Spirit Saint, it would be impossible to withstand a single shot from this Thousand Forging tungsten steel firearm!
Lin Xuan picked up the deep silver hammer again, a flash of determination in his eyes.
Time was tight and the task was heavy. He had to complete the final shaping as quickly as possible. The sooner he had this life-saving divine weapon, the more confidence he would have to face the crisis before Flender arrived.
This firearm might not have much effect on Tang Hao, but if he caught Flender off guard with a single shot, it would guarantee that even if he didn't die, he'd lose a layer of skin.
The furnace temperature rose again, and the Thousand Forging tungsten steel was reheated. On the forging table, the sound of striking rang out once more. This time, the goal was to forge a peerless firearm capable of shaking the Spirit Master's world!
Of course, Hundred Forging firearms were also necessary.
After all, rare metals were scarce, so every little bit saved counts.
Moreover, firearms forged from Hundred Forging metal should at least be able to deal with a Spirit King or Spirit Emperor.
Before he gained strength that could rival a Spirit King or Spirit Emperor, this would serve as a life-saving measureChapter 63: Thousand-Forged Heavy Sniper, Old Tang Arrives
Over twenty days of Lin Xuan's full concentration on forging firearms passed in a flash; that wild boar Spirit Beast had long been completely eaten by Lin Xuan, even its bones used to make soup to replenish his physical strength.
To fill his stomach, Lin Xuan couldn't help but turn his gaze toward other wild beasts in the mountain forest.
During this time, they had truly suffered; the mountains had started to become lively.
And in these twenty-plus days, Lin Xuan had also exhausted his heart and Soul to finally complete the forging of all the firearm components he had envisioned.
Two hundred-forged tungsten steel hammers, originally weighing forty-eight catties, had their quality refined to thirty-eight catties after Thousand Forging compression.
Considering that he would be facing powerful enemies at the Spirit Saint level in the future, Lin Xuan decisively abandoned the concept of a handgun, took out thirty catties of tungsten steel, and directly forged a heavy sniper rifle.
The remaining eight catties of tungsten steel were hammered into armor-piercing bullet casings and warheads, each exuding extreme lethality.
In addition, he used the hundred-forged refined steel he carried with him to forge four extra revolvers and over four hundred rounds of ammunition.
To complete these firearms, Lin Xuan had truly pushed himself to the limit.
Not only was his physical strength exhausted, but his mental force was also severely overextended—the sniper rifle's crosshairs, rifling, and matching telescope, every detail had to be repeatedly polished and calibrated.
Fortunately, Douluo Continent already had glass products, saving him the trouble of building a kiln to make glass; otherwise, it would have delayed him for several more days.
Holding this thirty-catty heavy sniper rifle, Lin Xuan's eyes were full of satisfaction.
This gun was designed with the QBU-10 heavy sniper rifle as a prototype, which has an effective range of up to 1,500 meters.
Although the purity of the gunpowder he mixed was not as high as modern standards, it made up for it with a sufficient quantity; this gun was less of a sniper rifle and more like a small mortar, so reaching a range of 1,500 meters was by no means difficult.
With this thing, even if he encountered Flender, as long as he could seize the initiative, he was confident he could kill this Spirit Saint with a single shot.
However, due to the extra-large design of the firearm, Lin Xuan's height was not even as long as the gun itself; when he held it up, it inevitably looked a bit awkward.
After a simple test of the feel, Lin Xuan put it into his storage pendant—the terrain here was narrow and not suitable for test-firing such a powerful weapon.
After the blood sacrifice, this heavy sniper rifle was already connected to his aura, becoming his most reliable life-saving trump card.
He flipped his hand to take out two handguns; compared to the heavy sniper rifle, they appeared much more slender.
Considering his young age and inability to fully grip large handguns, Lin Xuan specially designed them in a revolver style, perfectly solving the handle adaptation problem.
And targeting the special Physique of Spirit Masters, the bullets he designed were also a size larger than normal models; as for the recoil, to him who possessed the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, it was not worth mentioning at all.
Lin Xuan raised his right hand, and several strands of Blue Silver Grass surged out, wrapping around the handgun like flexible tentacles, as if it were his third hand.
Controlling the Blue Silver Grass to hold the handgun and move it twenty meters away, he raised his hand again to let the Blue Silver Grass weave together, quickly forming a sturdy vine shield—for the first experiment, caution was paramount.
Aiming at a huge rock fifty meters away, Lin Xuan lightly pulled the trigger through the conduction of the Blue Silver Grass.
"Bang!"
A huge roar echoed through the valley; the moment the bullet was fired, Lin Xuan clearly felt a recoil of about fifty catties transmitted from the Blue Silver Grass, which had almost no effect on him.
The targeted giant rock shattered with a bang the moment the bullet hit, with rubble flying everywhere.
Such power far exceeded expectations! If this shot hit a Spirit King, even if it didn't hit a vital spot, it would be enough to instantly take half of the opponent's life.
"My goodness, this isn't a handgun; it's clearly a portable hand cannon!"
Lin Xuan couldn't help but sigh with emotion when he saw this scene.
For some reason, feeling the terrifying power of the firearm, the "firepower deficiency phobia" deep in Lin Xuan's Soul began to quietly awaken.
Anyway, he would have plenty of time in the future to spend more effort preparing gunpowder; at a critical moment, it might have a miraculous effect.
Besides firearms, he could develop more fire weapons, such as hand grenades, explosive packs, or even larger-caliber cannons?
Unfortunately, the forging Materials he brought out were already exhausted.
But now with the heavy sniper rifle as a fallback, Lin Xuan's confidence had increased significantly, and he no longer obsessed over fleeing into remote mountain forests.
Moreover, he felt that the time was almost up; in recent days, besides making firearms, he had spent most of his time looking forward to the arrival of Old Tang.
Suddenly, a sharp swelling pain came from his mind; although Lin Xuan felt it, his face did not show any expression of pain, but instead flashed with excitement—he knew that his greatest trump card had finally arrived.
His vision went black, and he was instantly pulled into an unfamiliar space—that was his Mental World.
With his current mental force, he shouldn't have been able to open a Mental World, but at this moment, this space was forcibly opened, vast and empty.
"I am..."
Lin Xuan was dazed for a moment, then ecstatic; the shift in his worldview made it hard for him to adapt.
"It's finally here!"
His strongest life-saving means, the Golden Finger he had long looked forward to, had finally arrived!
Lin Xuan looked up and saw a huge Sea God phantom standing tall in the center of the Mental World.
The phantom was dressed in gilded armor, holding a trident, its face blurred yet exuding a solemn and dignified aura, like an eternal sculpture, quietly floating in the Void Realm.
Lin Xuan approached cautiously, fearing that the phantom might suddenly open its mouth and say something like "You're not my son."
But it turned out he was overthinking; if a Golden Finger had hidden troubles, could it still be called a Golden Finger?
This was precisely the Golden Finger "Old Tang" he had looked forward to most when he awakened the tang wulin template; not only could it provide him with absolute safety, but it also came with three opportunities to strike.
According to a vague sense, these three strikes could at most restrict a second-class Divinity for one minute; as long as Lin Xuan remained on Douluo Continent for one day, it would be enough to deal with any crisis on Douluo Continent.
"Hahahaha! Finally! I've finally waited for this day!"
Lin Xuan laughed wildly in the Mental World; six years of endurance, six years of fear, and six years of caution completely erupted at this moment.
Tang Hao! Yu Xiaogang! Flender!
He wouldn't let any of them go!
Tang Hao's secret surveillance back then, Yu Xiaogang's blood-drawing conspiracy, Flender's taking advantage of the situation—he would settle these accounts one by one!
He would cripple Tang Hao's spirit power and Spirit, letting him experience the feeling of being weak and living in fear.
He would make Yu Xiaogang understand that the so-called "Spirit evolution" was nothing but wishful thinking.
He would let Flender know that coveting things that shouldn't be coveted will eventually come with a price.
After confirming that the three strike opportunities truly existed, Lin Xuan no longer hesitated.
He exited the Mental World and clearly felt his mental force surge by a notch, but he didn't have time to experience it in detail and quickly packed up everything in the valley.
Then he flipped himself onto the horse that had been grazing for a month, his eyes flashing with a violent light.
He now somewhat hated himself for running so far; over six hundred miles, it took him six days to come, wouldn't it take another six days to go back?
But there was no choice; everything was just for the sake of being safe; running too close was simply not safe, and there was no need to sacrifice his safety for this momentary pleasure.
Six days it is.
He just hoped that Flender wouldn't come too quickly, nor leave too quickly, otherwise it would make him, the host, seem not hospitable.
What should he use to be hospitable?
The sniper rifle or Old Tang