This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 231 - 24 Demon Spirit Legacy

Yin Yang Twin Tombs, one Yin and one Yang, complement and enhance each other.

The Ancient Temple serves as the Yang Tomb, housing the Physical Body of the Gengjin Tiger King.

The Deep Pool underground is the Yin Tomb, and the content it hides is none other than the Demon Spirit inheritance left by the Gengjin Tiger King.

And that blood-red pearl is the Primordial Spirit Pearl that contains the Demon Spirit inheritance.

Lu Qingshan had never heard of the existence of a Yin Tomb within the Demon Spirit Tomb in his past life.

This indicated that the inheritance of the Gengjin Tiger King’s Demon Spirit had been acquired by someone long ago, which is why the news never spread.

And who could have obtained this Demon Spirit inheritance by deceiving the Heavens and Earth, if not the Underworld Cultivators who had entered the Demon Spirit Tomb early?

However, this time, it’s unlikely that either the Yang Tomb or the Yin Tomb will fall into the hands of the Underworld.

That’s what Lu Qingshan thought to himself.

Just then, the Primordial Spirit Pearl floating above the Cold Pond emitted a new disturbance; it suddenly shot out a crimson Spiritual Light, streaking directly towards Lu Qingshan.

Caught off guard, Lu Qingshan instinctively tried to dodge, but the Spiritual Light moved so fast that he had no time to react.

However, at the moment when the Spiritual Light was about to reach him, Lu Qingshan suddenly realized that it was not aiming for him.

Its target was the Great King of the Western Mice standing on his shoulder.

The blood-red Spiritual Light enveloped the tiny frame of the Great King of the Western Mice, and a powerful pulling force was instantly felt.

Under this force, the Great King of the Western Mice was uncontrollably pulled towards the Cold Pond, finally hovering above it.

The countless dense Demon Script flowed out from the Primordial Spirit Pearl at the moment the Great King of the Western Mice took position, surging into its body.

These Demon Scripts possessed a mysterious power, causing layers of golden Radiance to appear on the Great King of the Western Mice’s body as they merged into it.

On the fur of the Great King of the Western Mice, mysterious and strange patterns appeared, meandering like serpents.

These patterns were very familiar to Li Venerable, as they were identical to the engravings previously seen on the dark iron coffin.

The scene before him left Lu Qingshan utterly dumbfounded.

This meant... the Great King of the Western Mice had been chosen by the Primordial Spirit Pearl to receive the Demon Spirit inheritance!

The inheritance of the Gengjin Tiger King, how could it be anything ordinary?

Although he couldn’t understand why the mighty Tiger King would choose a little mouse demon as the inheritor, he knew that the Great King of the Western Mice had stumbled upon a grand opportunity.

Perhaps it was just the rodent’s fate.

Arrogant and illogical.

The huge change that erupted from the Cold Pond caused Xian Huaibi and Dantai Qingrun, who were originally charging forward, to halt in their tracks, but it was just a brief pause before they charged again.

Xian Huaibi, ferocious and with an astonishing momentum, roared as he brandished a black, long, hard Zen Staff Magic Artifact, facing dozens of Underworld Cultivators without fear and boldly met them head-on, valiant like a War God.

The black iron Zen Staff hummed as it swallowed the light, and as Spiritual Power surged around it, Xian Huaibi charged through the Underworld Cultivators, like a wolf through a flock of sheep.

Bang!

In an instant, a Foundation Establishment Underworld Cultivator was smashed in the head by Xian Huaibi’s staff blow, and blood and brain matter spurted out, staining Xian Huaibi’s body and making him look even more ferocious.

The Underworld Cultivators naturally would not just succumb; they quickly manipulated their respective Magic Artifacts to attack Xian Huaibi.

For a time, the Bronze Blade, Golden Horn Scissors, Silver Sword... various Magic Artifacts struck out, bombarding Xian Huaibi’s Physical Body, making a series of clanging sounds.

Xian Huaibi’s brows didn’t knit in the slightest as he tenaciously bore down the attacks that surged like tidal waves.

The onslaught initiated by the weakened Underworld Cultivators wasn’t formidable, and the Spiritual Light on their Magic Artifacts was also extremely faint.

Thus, after withstandind the siege from the Underworld Cultivators, only a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Xian Huaibi’s mouth.

He quickly stabilized his figure and, at the first opportunity, swung his Zen Staff wildly, continuing to smash into the crowds of Underworld Cultivators.

Without any exquisite moves or profound footwork, Xian Huaibi relied solely on his thick-skinned resilience and formidable strength.

This was the romance of Body Cultivation!

Xian Huaibi felt an unparalled sense of exhilaration in his heart, his heroic spirit soaring as if he had returned to his spirited youth.

But there was someone even more terrifying than Xian Huaibi.

Dantai Qingrun.

If Xian Huaibi’s combat style could be described with the word "reckless," then "ruthless" would be the word to describe Dantai Qingrun.

She wielded her twin swords, layers of Sword Light stacked upon each other, and in an instant, she sliced an Underworld Cultivator beside her into two, her figure ghostly and evasive as she weaved through the crowd with the agility of a goose, dodging a multitude of incoming attacks.

On the rare occasions she failed to evade in time and was struck by the Underworld Cultivators’ Magic Artifacts, the Golden Thread Apparel she wore protected her well, leaving her unharmed.

Her twin swords, swift as the wind, appeared suddenly at the neck of an Underworld Cultivator, severing his head in one stroke, then in the next moment, plunged into the abdomen of another.

Hardly anyone could withstand even a single exchange with her.

Dantai Qingrun, whose combat power stood at the pinnacle of Golden Core Cultivators, was slaughtering these Underworld Cultivators—who were already inferior to her and further weakened—like butchering dogs.

Faced with such a dire threat, several Underworld Cultivators nearly collapsed, trembling all over, "Hall Master, what should we do now?"

Li Venerable watched from a distance as Dantai Qingrun and Xian Huaibi exerted their awe-inspiring might, his expression fierce as he muttered to himself, "Our goal for this mission—the Physical Body of the Gengjin Tiger King—has already been obtained; there’s no need to play with them anymore."

His gaze then turned to the small Rat Demon that was receiving the inheritance of the Demon Spirit, his voice tinged with regret, "It’s a pity to leave behind this Primordial Spirit Pearl. Taking it back would have been a great achievement. In the current situation, we can only let this Rat Demon benefit."

Further contemplation held little significance at this point.

Shaking his head, Li Venerable dismissed his thoughts.

Suddenly, a purple Spiritual Pearl appeared in his hand.

This was a treasure bestowed by the Void Demon Child, imbued with the Space True Intention.

Although the purple Spiritual Light upon it had dimmed considerably, it had not completely faded; the pearl could still be used to perform a spatial teleportation spell.

"Beiming True Venerable is a Void Refining Cultivator, if he can stop me, I will have nothing to say.

But you two Golden Core Cultivators, what ability do you have to prevent me from leaving?" Li Venerable said in a softly to Dantai Qingrun and Xian Huaibi, who were quickly nearing him.

His tone was calm, devoid of any mockery.

Indeed, there wasn’t much for him to boast about; had he not acquired the Physical Body of the Gengjin Tiger King, his entire expedition would’ve been a complete loss.

And now, even though his purpose had been achieved, the Lingxu Underworld had essentially been wiped out, sustaining dreadful losses.

He couldn’t bring himself to feel triumphant.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the force of heaven and earth converged; the space in front of Li Venerable subtly twisted, ripped open a crack, which rapidly expanded into a purple ring-shaped spatial teleportation channel.

Xian Huaibi, bathed in blood, eyeing the situation, planted his Zen Staff firmly onto the ground, and taunted loudly like a reverberating bell, "Li Venerable, with so many from the Underworld here, you do not dare to fight us to the death? Are you preparing to scurry away like a rat? Is this the extent of your prowess?"