Chapter 65: The Bamboo Pole Daoist's Bitter Cultivation

  Wang Guang rolled his eyes in disdain at the Taoist: "You want to play with some talismans? I still need some myself. If you're willing to trade crystal stones with me, then I'll give you all the talismans I've got for you to play with. What do you say?"

  "Excellent!" The bamboo pole cultivator nodded in response: "The more the better, a few days ago I met an opponent who had hundreds of talismans, and I couldn't withstand him alone. Now that I have the talismans, I'll settle the score with him."

  As they spoke, the two entered the house, which was not large. The room inside was empty and desolate. Before Wang Guang could express his confusion, the bamboo pole wielder twisted a flower vase, and a series of creaking mechanical sounds were heard. A wall to the left split open, revealing a dark cave. "Black Mountain Daoist friends are hiding inside, because they came privately this time and dare not come out."

  "Being overly cautious, could it be that there are still their enemies here?" Wang Guang was puzzled in his heart and did not go to the cave, but instead secretly activated his magical gate, releasing his spiritual sense to probe downwards into the cave.

  This didn't detect yet, but once he focused his divine sense to detect it, he was suddenly shocked. "You scoundrel, how dare you deceive me?" Wang Guang burst into rage and directly spat out a stream of red copper sand, rolling up his body as he prepared to leave the room.

  "Fellow Taoist, since you've come, why must you leave?" Copper sand had just wrapped around Wang Guang's body, and before he could break free and depart, countless seals of light emerged from the walls, and three to five fierce Qi-refining warriors drilled out of that cave.

  Would Wang Guang listen to these people? With a flick of his hands, three to five dark thunders burst out, and then he used the divine transportation technique. Two golden large hands appeared in mid-air and heavily slapped towards the roof, planning to break open the seal and escape.

  The bamboo pole wielder pulled out a few wooden flying swords from his waist pouch, which floated around him emitting a blue glow. The flying swords stabbed towards Wang Guang from all directions. At this moment, three Qi-practicing cultivators emerged from the cave, each spitting out a bright pearl. One shone with golden light, piercing the eyes; one emitted a chilling aura, with snowflakes dancing in the air; and the last one spat out a vast amount of yellow smoke, which rolled and churned, ferociously swirling towards Wang Guang.

  Wang Guang let out a strange cry, and continuously sprayed his magical powers onto the red copper sand. In an instant, the copper sand surged violently, and in one swift motion, it blocked three precious pearls from advancing further. Then, the molten gold claws stirred again, and with each movement, a burst of dark thunder was kneaded out to explode on the flying sword of the bamboo pole wielder, only to make the flying sword shake and its green light scatter wildly.

  "You also want to kill me? Don't you have a problem with your brain?" Seeing Tongsha easily block three treasure beads and also intercept the molten gold claw, Wang Guang's heart suddenly became much more at ease.

  "Are you relying on some kind of powerful technique to humiliate us? Today, even if it means risking our lives, we must take you down!" The Bamboo Pole Daoist let out a loud roar and activated his technique, causing a flying sword to burst forth.

  The flying sword exploded, and countless green auras emerged from within, merging into the surrounding seals. For a moment, the wall's seals flashed and rotated, with dozens of types of thunderfire, including letter shadows, Qiankun fire thunder, earth-splitting divine thunder, and Yimutai yang thunder, all converging to strike Wang Guang.

  Although the types of thunder and fire are numerous, Wang Guang found that these thunders were only the lowest level, with very small power, and it was unknown whether they were stored in advance or generated by the seal itself.

  "You bunch of trash, if this is all you've got then I'll die right here." Wang Guang shouted loudly as he unleashed a series of thunder fires that exploded on the Red Copper Sand, but only managed to shake it up without breaking through its defenses.

  Bamboo pole Taoists saw Wang Guang being so fierce, anxious and jealous. They were anxious about not knowing when other practitioners in the border would discover the anomaly here and come to check it out. They were jealous because if they killed Wang Guang, they could not only get the secret records of his Taoist techniques, but also seize the magical treasure on him. If they were lucky, after studying the magical treasure for three to five years, who knows, they might even master some methods of refining such a treasure.

  At the thought of killing Wang Guang and gaining all sorts of benefits, these few people joined in the attack one after another.

  The quality of the law is low, it doesn't matter, a large amount of law power can be injected to support it. It's okay if there's no thunder and fire, as long as the forbidden light is generated. There's no need for powerful Taoist techniques either, anyway, our family's law power is thick and strong, just maintain the forbidden light with all one's might.

  "You few wind around him, I activate the seal." The bamboo pole saw that his own flying sword was ineffective and knew he had lost in terms of magical artifacts. Apart from a sigh of regret in his heart for the hardships of being a loose cultivator, there was nothing else to complain about.

  King Guang's treasure not only blocked the attack, but also gradually counterattacked as time passed. Knowing that things should not be delayed, he gritted his teeth and burst the remaining two flying swords, transforming into a green gas that merged with the surrounding banishing glow.

  The forbidden light in the house was filled with cyan gas, and its rotation became even faster. More dark thunders were generated from all sides, and they struck towards Wang Guang again. The bamboo pole Taoist rummaged through his leather bag and took out a few crystal stones that were not many, embedded them on the ground, and then began to cast a secret spell to inject magic into the forbidden light around the wall to stimulate the forbidden light to generate greater power.

  Molten claws danced up and down, grasping various thunder fires to knead, and then fiercely slapped towards the bamboo pole cultivator. Unfortunately, the bamboo pole cultivator was fully mobilizing his seal, countless flowing lights flew out from the walls to block this divine ability, and for a while, he couldn't slap the bamboo pole cultivator to death.

  "Which of the infinite heavenly lords! Why deceive me, a poor Daoist? Who set this trap for me? Speak out and let me die in peace." Wang Guang saw that these few Qi-refining cultivators' techniques and treasures were truly trash, and his fear dissipated by more than half. However, he also didn't dare to linger here, fearing that even more enemies would come to surround and kill him. Therefore, he wanted to know who was trying to kill him, so he could wait for an opportunity to take revenge.

  "You demonic path, don't think you can get anything out of us. If you have the ability, just kill the four of us and use your soul-searching technique to examine our souls." A cultivator sneered at Wang Guang in response.

  This remark only made Wang Guangyi shout loudly, if he could search for souls, why would he need to follow them? Although the soul-searching technique is just a strange and unusual skill, it can't be considered a Taoist magic, but truly, to cultivate this technique, at least Dan Master's cultivation is required. Many extremely intelligent people have tried to practice this technique ahead of time, only to end up with their magical powers surging out of control and dying, or becoming an idiot.

  Seeing these people not talking, Wang Guang knew that he couldn't ask anything from them, so he secretly activated his magic and found an opportunity to loudly shout. A faint yellow smoke burst out of his mouth. This yellow smoke was unaffected by the Thunderfire Treasure Light and in the blink of an eye it drilled into the head of the bamboo pole cultivator who had cast the restrictive spell.

  Only to see the Taoist priest let out a strange cry of "ah", clutching his head and falling to the ground. "It hurts me, it hurts me!" The Taoist priest clutched his head in pain as he tried to crawl up and escape from the room.

  "Boundless Heaven Lord!" After spitting out that one stream of yellow smoke, Wang Guang's face turned slightly pale, and then returned to its original appearance. The yellow smoke just now was actually a technique he had figured out by studying the Soul Chasing Technique he obtained from the Luo family, and it was only a small part of the divine ability. "Just this little trick from the divine ability can make someone with such deep foundation like him look like this, if the divine ability is flawless, won't its power be even stronger after I cultivate it?"

  Not to mention Wang Guang's contemplation of the divine, let's talk about the other three cultivators who controlled the Bright Pearl to attack Wang Guang. The moment they saw the Bamboo Pole Taoist fall to the ground and couldn't get up, they felt a chill run down their spines. The three of them exchanged a glance, simultaneously recalled the Bright Pearl, and turned around to leave.

  "The demonic path, today's matter is not over yet. When the day comes and we have the chance, we will definitely make you pay." After saying that, three people crawled into the cave and disappeared without a trace. Wang Guang chased after them and took a look, but there was no sign of the three people in the small underground cave. In anger, he used the red copper sand to polish the entire secret room seven or eight times before returning to the room with a huff.

  At this time, the bamboo pole man's head was in severe pain, and he hugged his head and slammed it against the floor, trying to drive out the pain in his head.

  "It's a pity that you were born unlucky, just a loose cultivator, with unparalleled magical powers, but no dao techniques or divine abilities, and can't even refine good magic treasures. In the end, it will only lead to a tragic ending." Wang Guang said in a low voice beside the bamboo pole Taoist.

  "Kill me." The bamboo pole man suddenly raised his head, his eyes bright red, his eye sockets cracked, and a thread of blood flowed down from the corner of his eye: "When I was young, I found a qigong method in a withered tree. I devoted myself to practicing it, never slackening for half a moment. Unfortunately, there were only qigong methods in that method, no divine arts or alchemy recipes. When fighting with others, I suffered losses and wanted to find a sect to join to learn combat skills, but unexpectedly, not one sect accepted me. Today, I got someone's promise, thinking of killing you to get the Daoist techniques from him, but ended up in this situation, which is suffocating me." Finally, he licked his dry, cracked lips with difficulty and looked at Wang Guang with a struggling expression. "Are you willing to spare my life?"

  "I thought you wouldn't give in and didn't want to leave." Wang Guangyan sneered: "I don't want to let you go."

  "It was my extravagance." The bamboo pole man let out a strange cry, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood that shot towards Wang Guang's face. Wang Guang had long been prepared, and in his years of mixing with the rivers and lakes, he had relied on this trick to take down countless enemies, and had also been injured by it before, so at this moment he was not surprised or flustered, and he too spat out a stream of green energy.

  The green gas collided with the fresh blood, but instead of stopping it, it merged with the blood and turned to attack its own master.

  The mind is racing, the red copper sand is spinning in front of the door, fresh blood splashing onto the red copper sand, only to hear a loud "ding" sound, the copper sand scattered all over the ground, Wang Guang let out a strange cry and jumped aside. Only to see that where he was standing before, was blasted by the fresh blood into a hole as thick as an arm, don't know how deep it is.

  He didn't have time to carefully examine how deep the hole was, and instead went to look at the bamboo pole Daoist. He saw that the originally extremely thin body of the bamboo pole Daoist was now even more emaciated.

  His whole body was left with only a layer of skin wrapping around the bones, and when he reached out to wipe it away, there was no muscle or internal organs. Even if his head was smashed, there was no brain pulp. After carefully checking the room again, I found that the seal was broken, and the soul of the bamboo pole man had also disappeared without a trace.