Chapter 29: Wilderness Duel

  Yang Fan rode his horse forward, swinging a leather whip, galloping against the wind. Under the setting sun at dusk, he was as calm as usual.

  But beneath his calm and composed exterior, there was a slightly downhearted heart.

  The dust-covered fleet behind him had long been left far behind by him.

  Still half way from "Xiū Yù Gé".

  This time, Yang Fan did not forget to consider the condition of the horse he was riding. Whenever they came across green grass and water sources along the way, they would stop for a short while.

  Thus, by midnight, Yang Fan had traveled a considerable distance.

  He tied his horse to a tree and decided to practice in the deep mountains for half a night.

  During the day, he healed the injuries of fifty or sixty ordinary people, and his magical powers increased slightly.

  At this moment, he is further consolidating his current realm while cultivating.

  At the initial stage of refining Qi, although it was very weak, for Yang Fan who had just lost his magical powers, it was also precious.

  The nine major realms of cultivation are increasingly difficult, just like the endless mountains, one peak higher than another.

  At this moment, Yang Fan is in the initial stage of refining Qi in the nine major realms, standing at the lowest point and the bottom layer.

  However, he was as calm as water, and with such progress, his cultivation would make continuous breakthroughs, eventually surpassing those famous masters and demonic leaders in the immortal world.

  One or two hours later, Yang Fan only felt that the true energy in his body was even more refined, but the mysterious and elusive life mist circulated through the meridians, blood vessels, and five internal organs, nourishing even his soul.

  In this state, he naturally merges with his surroundings, every blade of grass, every tree, every flower, and every insect, all within his perception.

  Within a radius of sixty zhang, all the movements of living things, he could perceive with utmost clarity.

  At this moment, a considerable commotion came from not far away, the spiritual energy fluctuated abnormally, accompanied by the extinction and withering of life.

  Yang Fan's mind was stunned, and he immediately exited this wonderful state.

  He hastily stood up and looked into the distance, only to see two people in the mountain pass, engaged in a fierce battle. Suddenly, strong winds howled, sand flew, and rocks rolled down, creating a huge commotion.

  The two, an old man and a young man. The former was severely injured, but his eyes were like torches, and a considerable spiritual pressure emanated from him. As for the young man, he was full of energy, with sharp lights shining in his eyes, not daring to confront the old man head-on.

  "In this desolate and barren land, there are actually people who would rather die than yield."

  Yang Fan's mind was shaken, and he immediately applied the "Concealment Technique" that he had just learned.

  A mysterious wave rippled over him, and in an instant, his entire body vanished into thin air, as if he had disappeared out of nowhere.

  "Disciple, you have actually done such a heinous and unrighteous thing. How laughable that I spent thirty years of my heart's blood to cultivate you, yet taught out such a disciple. For the sake of a mediocre 'Essence of Spirit Pill', you killed my son, and even poisoned your own master."

  The old man was seriously injured, but the magic and artifacts in his hand burst out with a terrible power in the void, and the light shadows dispersed, forcing the young man to retreat repeatedly, without any counterattack.

  Zhong Pin Yun Shen Dan

  Yang Fan's heart skipped a beat as soon as he heard the name of this pill.

  Yunshen Dan is a wonderful spiritual elixir that cultivates soul power, and to some extent, it can also increase the probability of Qi Condensation stage cultivators breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.

  If it's a low-grade Spirit Gathering Pill, then so be it. But if it's a mid-grade Spirit Gathering Pill, its value would increase by more than tenfold.

  A medium-grade Spirit Concentration Pill can increase a cultivator's grasp by at least 30% during the Impact Quenching stage!

  "Hmph, old man, you've already entered the initial stage of concentration, yet you want to give the 'Spirit Concentration Pill' in your hand to that incompetent son of yours. Don't you know that this pill can help me, who has been stuck at the Great Circle of Qi Refining for many years, advance to the Concentration Stage?"

  That young man sneered: "It's because you're so biased that I killed your son and plotted against you. Now, you're already at the end of your rope. First, you were hit by the 'Maze Powder' I spent 20 spirit stones to buy, and then suffered a heavy blow from me..."

  Under the fierce attack of the old man at the beginning of Jing Shen, the young man did not fight back head-on, but dodged and parried continuously, not seeking to gain an advantage but only to avoid defeat.

  Although the old man's strength was not bad, he suffered serious injuries and had to divert a large part of his magical power to resist the numbing force of "Maze Powder".

  Yang Fan hid in a nearby distance and watched the battle between the two men.

  "A medium-grade Spirit Infusion Pill, its temptation is indeed not small... However, this pill can determine the young man's fate for his entire life, no wonder he couldn't control himself and did such a rebellious thing."

  That young man had been stuck in the Refining Qi Great Circle for many years, unable to break through. The Middle Grade Spirit Gathering Pill was just the opportunity that would change his fate.

  Yang Fan hadn't planned on getting involved in their fight; this matter had nothing to do with him anyway, why look for trouble?

  "You scoundrel, even if it means I die, I won't let you succeed."

  The old man's forehead burst open with a bloody hole, and his body suddenly radiated a brilliant light, breaking free from the shackles of "Ma Xian San" in an instant.

  Yang Fan keenly sensed that the old man's vitality and energy were rapidly draining away.

  The young man's face changed color, and his body was slapped out of a great distance by the old man with a palm in mid-air, like a kite with a broken string.

  Immediately, the old man manipulated his full-body technique, operating the black iron sword in his hand.

  This black iron sword turned out to be an extreme treasure, the old man poured all his spiritual power and vital energy into it. The sword emitted a low hum, flashing with a breathtaking aura.

  Pfft!

  The young man spat out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly there was an extra blue brick in his hand.

  He spat blood onto the "cyan brick", his hands drew several streams of spiritual light and incantations, his mouth chanting continuously.

  Buzz!

  In an instant, a strong spiritual pressure burst forth from the green brick, suddenly transforming into a long strip of green brick over ten feet in length.

  "You scoundrel, you've actually stolen one of the 'Golden Hong Gate's' mountain-securing spiritual artifacts."

  The old man's face showed even more anger and determination at this scene.

  Whoosh!

  The old man poured all his spiritual power and vital energy into the black iron sword in his hand, which transformed into a blurry, illusory shadow that stabbed towards the young man's chest.

  A young man stood in front of a zhang or so of green bricks, which expanded again by more than double, emitting an atmosphere of heavy and oppressive air.

  Ding Dong——

  The black iron sword collided with the large blue brick slab, emitting a dull metallic collision sound.

  Crack!

  The old man's black iron sword could no longer bear the weight and burst open, sweeping across all directions.

  "Ah!"

  The young man could not withstand such a strong backlash, his body was blown open, and one hand was even broken off. He was seriously injured all over his body.

  After all this, the old man's body collapsed to the ground, on his last breath, the vital energy in his body had reached a desperate situation, not far from death.

  "Hahaha... Old man, even if you risk your life, you still can't kill me. If I didn't have the parts of the Mountain-Conquering Treasure in my hand, would I dare to fight with you?"

  The young man was covered in blood, laughed loudly towards the sky, and got up from the ground, walking step by step towards the old man.

  The old man was on the verge of death, but his eyes still shone with a divine light. He glanced at where Yang Fan was hiding and said: "That... hidden friend... I only ask you..."

  He had barely finished speaking when he died!

  "Who's there? Come out!"

  The young man's complexion changed, and the light in his eyes burst forth. He looked in the direction where the old man had been staring earlier, and faintly sensed the weak point of that area.

  Yang Fan let out a light sigh, and a wave of spiritual energy fluctuation rippled out, revealing his figure and cultivation. He muttered to himself: "That old man is indeed a cultivator in the Condensing Spirit stage... even at the moment of death, he still wants to drag me down with him."

  At this moment, he had to face a heavily injured cultivator who had achieved the Great Circle of Qi Refining.

  The young man saw Yang Fan appear, the tense expression on his face disappeared, but it was a ferocious face, with a fierce glow in his eyes: "A small Qi-refining initial stage cultivator, since you've seen this, let's bury this old man together."

  A strong murderous intent, unreservedly and oppressively approaching.

  (Chapter 1 is here, new book period, calling for votes again, please be considerate.)