Chapter Seventeen How Can I Bear Sudden Rain and Fierce Wind Two

  His hand didn't move at all, and a talisman suddenly appeared out of thin air, floating three inches from his fingertips.

  This time, a low shout sounded in the forest. This talisman indeed appeared out of thin air, not because Ji Ruochen's movements were too fast or he used some kind of eye-deceiving technique. Although the people in the forest were not highly cultivated, many of them had their true yuan sealed, but their eyesight was still intact. Ji Ruochen's move was a spatial displacement technique, representing a certain level of divine power, and everyone understood it clearly.

  Of course, no one knew that Dao Zong was the treasure of the mountain, and only two of the mysterious heart rings existed, with one already on Ji Ruocheng's finger.

  Ji Ruochen didn't recite any incantations or urge the True Flame to move, he simply pointed at the talisman and a strong white light suddenly burst out!

  In an instant, the dark and gloomy Black Wind Forest was illuminated as if a sun had risen, making it bright as day! Those hiding in the shadows widened their eyes, strained their vision, and stared intently at Ji Ruochen's hand, afraid of missing any detail. Suddenly seeing the intense light, they felt as though their eyes were being pierced by needles, the pain was unbearable. The strong light emitted by the talisman was many times stronger than real sunlight. Even with their eyes closed, all they saw was a bloody red haze, and the thin skin on their eyelids could not block out much of the intense light. Even the skin exposed outside felt wave after wave of scorching pain.

  Intermittent cries of surprise echoed through the forest, and someone fell to the ground in a flurry, occasionally accompanied by a mournful cry. It was unclear who had the worst luck, but in the chaos, someone was sneakily attacked and lost their life.

  With a few pops, several dry branches and leaves in the forest had already caught fire.

  The scorching sun finally hid, and those with better hearing heard the faint sound of chanting: "Ming Huang's law, Ding Yi's command, two instruments' curse!" This kind of prayer-like incantation had never been seen in any book, they were shocked, struggled to open their eyes, and as a result, in the blurry scene, they only saw two earthy yellow lights rushing towards them like waves. These people didn't have time to dodge, and were immediately engulfed by the first wave of light, and then felt numb all over, unable to move, swayed for a moment, and fell from the tree to the ground.

  There were two who narrowly survived the first wave of light, but could not withstand the second wave of light. They too became numb in their hands and feet, fell from the tree, and differed from those before only in being earlier or later.

  Ji Ru's eyes sparkled with a faint smile as she finally removed the silk scarf covering her eyes.

  This square scarf is no ordinary object, woven from ice silkworm silk, light as if nothing, water and fire can't invade, blocking the Taiyi fierce sun symbol is not a difficult task. As for the two Yi incantations he just chanted, it's not an enemy-attacking technique, but a driving method for multiple talismans, which is the masterpiece of Taiewei True Man. Ji Ruocheng's current cultivation is insufficient, and can only drive two talismans at the same time, and can only be the same talisman. If this method is performed by Taiwei True Man, it is called Fengwu Jiu Tian, and can simultaneously drive nine different talismans, then the scene will be stormy and dynamic, with earthquakes and landslides!

  However, with two Earth Bind Curses released at the same time, there were many people in the forest whose cultivation was similar to his, and not many could withstand it.

  Ji Ruochen burst out laughing and said, "With this little bit of skill, you think you can fight me?" Then he flew towards the person who had fallen the farthest.

  He had just entered the forest when his skin on his back suddenly tightened! Ji Ruochen couldn't hear any sound, but his unparalleled spiritual awareness still sensed that a treasure was rapidly approaching his back!

  He spun around swiftly, took a slight step back to yield the initiative, and then countered against the sneak attacker. The attacker was none other than the old man who played chess with the young girl in town, holding a wooden staff that emitted a faint glow. The staff looked plain and unadorned, like an ordinary dry branch, but it had clearly undergone multiple layers of Daoist techniques to conceal its spiritual energy. Yet, seeing it still emit a glow at this moment was also a testament to its exceptional quality.

  The old man's robe fluttered in the wind, his staff seemed to fly like a dragon from outside the sky, and he struck directly at Ji Ruochen. But as soon as they faced each other, he was suddenly shocked!

  Ji Ruochen held a short sword in his hand that emitted a bright red glow, and was charging straight at him. The tip of the sword was pointing directly at the old man's heart.

  But what truly shocked the old man was that his eyes were as cold as frost, and his face showed no sorrow or joy. It turned out that the triumphant and arrogant attitude he had just shown was all put on for everyone to see!

  The old man regretted deeply in his heart and urged the wooden stick to move with great effort. But he had only thought of making Ji Ruochen injured and unable to get up, with insufficient true yuan to operate, how could he add more strength at this time?

  However, Ji Ruochen surprised him again! Ji Ruochen's body sank, accelerating forward, and the wooden stick that could pierce gold and split stones was invisible to the old man. With one sword, he stabbed straight at the old man's chest, completely in a posture of mutual destruction!

  Crack! The wooden staff heavily struck Ji Ruochen's shoulder, although the blue protective shield that suddenly lit up on his body had dissipated most of the true yuan attached to the staff, but with one strike, a crisp cracking sound could still be heard.

  Ji Ruochen's short sword also pierced through the old man's chest!

  In an instant, the old man suddenly changed his position and dodged the vital spot, but the wooden staff also lost its accuracy. The original straight thrust to the chest and abdomen turned into a strike on Ji Ruochen's shoulder, and the power of the staff was greatly reduced.

  As soon as they exchanged blows, both sides were seriously injured. If the injuries are compared, Ji Yudun's wounds are actually three points more severe than those of the old man. Both sides suffered such serious injuries that for a time neither had the strength to fight back.

  The old man coughed violently, and a large amount of fresh blood gushed out from his mouth and nose. He took out a small bottle of medicine from his bosom and swallowed three crimson pills. As soon as the medicine went down his throat, wisps of green smoke rose up from his wounds in front and back, clearly showing that the medicine was very effective. However, after the green smoke dispersed, the wounds did not completely heal but continued to bleed profusely, gradually becoming numb.

  The old man raised his head, pointing at Ji Ruochen and said indignantly: "There is actually poison on your sword!"

  Ji Ruocheng swallowed a dan medicine. The medicine was the size of a pigeon egg, golden in color, and as soon as it went down his throat, it emitted countless rays of light, illuminating Ji Ruocheng's entire body inside and out, making him seem transparent, like he had swallowed a red sun into his belly! The medicinal glow dispersed in an instant, Ji Ruocheng opened his mouth, and a burst of golden mist shot out. His left hand, which he couldn't lift before, was now moving freely as usual. This divine dan medicine made the old man stare in amazement.

  Ji Ruoxuan coldly laughed and said: "Not only is there poison on the sword, but this poison also has a name, it's called 'Dust of Mortal World'!"

  The old man's face turned pale as soon as he heard it, and without saying much, he let out a low growl. The wooden staff shone brightly and rushed towards Ji Ruocheng, striking down at his forehead!

  It is one of the most toxic poisons in the world, ordinary people can drink a whole pot without harm, but cultivators who come into contact with even a tiny bit will have their true yuan cultivation transformed into raging flames, and even if they don't burn to death, their true yuan will be completely depleted. This poison is called "Falling Mortal Dust" precisely because even immortals who ingest it will have their immortal powers completely depleted, causing them to fall to the mortal dust.

  That old man knew that Ji Ruocheng's sword was smeared with the Fallen Dust, and now he had no reservations, mobilizing all his true yuan to perish together with him!

  Ji Ruocheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his face expressionless, as he held up his sword to meet the incoming rod that was sweeping in with a momentum of a thousand pounds. Just as it seemed like both sides were about to suffer heavy losses, the old man suddenly felt Ji Ruocheng disappear from his spiritual awareness! But he could have sworn that Ji Ruocheng was still right in front of him, only his movements had suddenly become devoid of any human aura, unpredictable and mysterious.

  The old man was shocked, his hand slipped, and although he still struck down with his staff, the brief moment of hesitation was all Ji Rufeng needed to find an opportunity, and he slapped the old man's wooden staff with his palm!

  The wooden staff suddenly released a brilliant light, and then with a loud humming sound, it exploded into a vast spiritual energy that dispersed without a trace.

  The old man was caught off guard and lost his balance, stumbling forward a few steps before regaining his footing. However, Ji Ruochen's short sword suddenly rose and fell, thrusting in and out of the old man's chest three times, then slashed horizontally, cutting off the old man's throat. Only then did he retreat several meters back, as if sliding on ice.

  The old man's right hand pointed at Ji Ruochen, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. His throat opened and closed repeatedly, spewing out large clots of blood foam. He seemed to want to say something, but could only make incoherent sounds, unable to utter a single clear word.

  Ji Ruocheng stood quietly on the ground, his eyes seemingly closed and open at the same time. In his hand, a short sword pointed diagonally to the ground, with the last drop of fresh blood falling from the tip of the sword, slowly dropping onto the ground.

  Until the old man fell to the ground with a loud thud, Ji Ruochen finally opened his eyes, walked slowly to the front of the old man's corpse, bent down and pried open his left hand, taking out a dark red talisman that had been pinched into wrinkles.

  He took a glance and immediately recognized it as an Eight Trigrams True Fire Talisman, which would ignite upon recitation and affect an area of ten zhang, with the power to melt gold and iron.

  A gust of night wind blew by, and Ji Ruochen suddenly felt a chill on his body, only to realize that his clothes were already soaked with sweat. He looked around and knew that it was not yet time to relax. In this dark forest, there were still many people waiting for his disposal.

  "Spare his life! Spare his life!" A thin man in black clothes was shouting in extreme shock.

  Ji Ruocen said calmly: "What sect, what school, where you live, what position, come here for what purpose, all tell me. If there is one word of concealment, let me know, I will have a way to deal with you."

  "I... I said, I said!" The thin man shouted while struggling to move his body backward, desperately trying to get further and further away from Ji Ruocheng. But his hands and feet were bound extremely tightly, making it impossible for him to move at all.

  Ji Ruochen had a knife in his hand.

  Even if he held the famous demon sword 'Smoke and Rain Red', it might not have made this man so fearful. But Ji Ruochen picked up an ordinary steel knife, first breaking off the blade, then hammering the edge into a mangled mess on a stone, before holding up the broken knife and standing like that in front of everyone.

  In front of Ji Ruochen, there were eleven men kneeling down, each tightly bound and could only sit with difficulty. Ji Ruochen looked at them one by one, then stood in front of the thin man. The man was originally very timid, seeing Ji Ruochen's smiling face that was unmatched in its beauty, his complexion immediately turned pale, and he sweated profusely.

  Just as he was about to confess everything, a powerful man beside him suddenly shouted: "Third Master! Are you not afraid of being punished by heavenly fire when you return to the mountain if you dare to speak nonsense again?"

  The thin man trembled again, looking at Ji Ruochen and said: "Young immortal! I...I really can't say it! Young immortal is a noble and righteous person, should be kind and compassionate, cannot kill indiscriminately..."

  Ji Ruocheng let out a soft "oh" and said faintly, "Can't you spare lives..." Before he finished speaking, the broken sword in his hand swung once, and the powerful big man beside him had already lost both arms. The big man let out a loud roar and fainted on the spot.

  "Third Master, can I speak now?" Ji Ruochen squatted in front of the thin man and asked softly.

  "He said! He said!" The man bellowed.

  An hour later, Ji Ruochen already had a plan in mind.

  These eleven men were divided into four factions, and apart from the three evil factions, there was actually one person from a small orthodox faction called Chong Lou. It is said that the sixteen evil factions joined forces half a month ago to work together to capture a disciple of the Dao De Zong sect. These three small factions, because they were closest to this place, sent their disciples to sneak into Yizhou to gather information in advance. As a result, each faction was dissatisfied and saw that Ji Ruocheng's moral integrity was low, so they were eager to make a name for themselves, and the people who were originally gathering information suddenly rushed forward and took action to seize him.

  One of them also said that they were originally ordered not to act rashly, and the other person who really came to deal with Ji Ruochen had a killer move called the "Suffering Flesh Technique".

  "Desperate plan?" Ji Ruochen heard and smiled: "Then is there no beauty plan?"

  That person was obviously a bit dull and thought seriously for half a day before shaking his head and saying: "I haven't heard of that."

  As for the disciples of the heavy building sect, they were much more spirited. Ji Ruochen used countless methods on him, but couldn't get a single word out of him, and had to give up.

  Ji Ruocheng saw that there was nothing more to ask, and only then did he raise his head to look at the sky. The edge of the sky was a faint white, and it was already dawn.

  He looked at each of the faces before him, finally lingering on that of a disciple from the Heavy Building Sect for a full moment, before lightly sighing and saying: "I had originally intended to spare you all, but unfortunately there is someone among you who wants to put me to death. Repaying kindness with enmity is not my nature, so...all of you can just go ahead and reincarnate."