Chapter 133: Core Formation (Part 4)

"You, damn you!" another person in the black mist said gloomily. At the same time, a ghastly green withered hand reached out from the mist, carrying a trace of black Qi, and struck toward Wei San.

Wei San's face turned pale instantly, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, trembling as he said, "Disciple… Disciple is telling the truth. Other than misjudging his cultivation, Disciple…" He was so terrified that his words were incoherent.

The fellow Disciples from the Douxie School around him were expressionless, and a few even showed schadenfreude, making the chill in Wei San's heart deepen. Seeing the withered hand about to fall, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him, and he immediately shouted, "I… I remember now! He asked the clerk at the Artifact Refining Pavilion if they had any Pill Furnace above the fifth grade!"

In truth, Wei San hadn't heard these words clearly at all. He was desperate now, and in his panic, he started spouting nonsense. As he spoke, he even began to believe that maybe the other party really was there to buy a Pill Furnace.

The withered hand paused, and the gloomy voice came again, "A Pill Furnace? Wei San, do you know the consequences of lying to me?"

Wei San gritted his teeth, looked up, and said, "This Disciple dares to stake his life on it." He smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking that if he didn't say this, he would die right now, so he might as well take a gamble. If he lost, he would just accept his bad luck, but if he won, his life would be saved.

"Regardless of whether what he says is true or false, we'll just go and see," the third Elder, who had remained silent all this time, said, his voice ringing out like a bell.

As soon as these words fell, the three of them did not hesitate, immediately taking flight and swiftly flying toward Wang Lin's direction. The Disciples behind hurriedly followed closely. Wei San wiped away cold sweat and cursed inwardly, but he also followed.

The three Elders of the Douxie School had originally come to Nandou City representing the Douxie School to discuss important matters with the Sect Leaders of the three Schools. Now that the matter was concluded, the Disciples of the three Schools had all received orders not to hinder the three of them. Therefore, although there were many people from the Douxie School along the way, they proceeded with unstoppable force, pursuing quickly.

As for Wang Lin, every time he flew a certain distance, someone would come up to interrogate him, only letting him pass after carefully checking his travel permit. After a few times, Wang Lin felt impatient. Furthermore, upon sensing someone pursuing him from behind, he simply stopped pausing and charged straight through, rushing out rapidly.

Soon, he arrived at the city gate and instantly dashed out. Not long after, the Douxie School group arrived in pursuit and flashed past. After they had all left, the Disciples of the three Schools in Nandou City appeared from the gate, led by several Core Formation stage Cultivators.

They had just received orders that if the other party fought within the city, they were to drive them out; if the other party left the city on their own, they were neither to hinder nor assist.

After exiting Nandou City, Wang Lin stamped his foot, and his body immediately burrowed into the ground. He unleashed his Earth Escape Technique and fled rapidly.

Among the three Core Formation stage Cultivators in pursuit, one of them let out a soft sound of surprise. He flipped his right hand, and an ancient mirror appeared in his palm. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of Spiritual Qi, which blew onto the ancient mirror and immediately rolled and rippled outwards. The crystal light inside the mirror flickered, turning into a long rainbow that flew rapidly from the Cultivator's hand. After spinning a few times in mid-air, a beam of light shot out from the mirror's surface, pointing toward the ground in the distance, and the beam moved forward rapidly.

The three of them sneered and pursued along the mirror's light.

The Disciples of the Douxie School were also very excited; the feeling of following their School's Sect Leader to hunt down prey gave them a deep sense of stimulation.

Wang Lin frowned slightly and snorted coldly in his heart, immediately detonating the Divine Sense placed inside Wei San's body.

Wei San, who was among the Douxie School Disciples, suddenly let out a miserable groan, spat out fresh blood, tilted over, and fell from his Flying Sword. The fellow Disciples beside him were all shocked.

Wang Lin did not reduce his speed and continued to flee, but he spread out his Divine Sense and focused it on one of the enemies. With a thought, another Douxie School Disciple screamed and fell.

Because of this, the pursuing Douxie School Disciples involuntarily stopped, not daring to continue. Only the three Core Formation stage Cultivators were completely unconcerned, staring at the place indicated by the mirror in the distance and pursuing.

One of the Cultivators waved his large hand, and a massive black seal flew out from his sleeve. After spinning rapidly in mid-air a few times, it transformed into a giant peak. Following the Cultivator's sneering finger, the giant peak immediately crashed down with a boom.

At the moment it crashed down, Wang Lin, who was underground, immediately turned his body and dodged it. The Cultivator's smile grew colder, and he waved his finger repeatedly. The giant peak smashed down violently and continuously. Amidst a series of booming sounds, a black shadow rushed up from the ground, glanced coldly at the three of them, and flew away rapidly.

"Hand over the Magic Treasure purchased in the Artifact Refining Pavilion, otherwise, die!" the Cultivator who had thrown the ancient mirror said with a low shout, his eyes like lightning.

Just as his words finished, a dazzling light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and an extremely powerful Sword Qi stabbed violently toward him. He was terrified in his heart and forced his body to shift a few inches to the left. Immediately after, his chest felt a sharp pain; he felt something pierce into him and drill out from his back, and a mouthful of fresh blood gushed from his mouth.

"What kind of Flying Sword is this!!!" His face turned pale, revealing a lingering fear. If he hadn't dodged quickly just now, he would likely have lost his life here today.

Wang Lin sighed inwardly, feeling it was a pity. He summoned with his right hand, and the crystal Flying Sword appeared in his hand with a flicker.

The other two Core Formation Cultivators both revealed expressions of shock. Without a word, they consecutively unleashed several defensive Magic Treasures before staring at Wang Lin with flashing eyes.

"Scram!" Wang Lin's gaze was icy. After saying this one word, he continued to fly forward rapidly.

The three Core Formation Cultivators looked at each other, and finally, their gazes unified toward the Flying Sword hovering outside Wang Lin's body, their eyes revealing greed. Such a sharp Flying Sword could be said to be extremely rare in the world. Without a word, the three of them pursued again.

The injured Cultivator threw out several defensive Magic Treasures while in pursuit, guarding his body airtight, before finally breathing a sigh of relief. He took several Medicinal Pills in succession and then catalyzed some medicinal pellets, applying them to his wound.

Afterward, he hesitated for a moment, took out a Jade Slip, placed it against his forehead for a moment, and then flung it out. The Jade Slip flickered a few times and vanished.

Wang Lin swept with his Divine Sense and discovered that the three were still pursuing. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly; these three must have the intention of killing him to seize his treasure. Being hunted by three Core Formation stage Cultivators was already like a daily routine for the current Wang Lin. If it were one, he would have the strength to put up a fight, but with the three of them, although they were all in the Early Stage of Core Formation, they could not be underestimated.

However, once he succeeded in Core Formation, killing these three would be as simple as crushing an ant.

Under the pursuit of the three, Wang Lin fled for a day and a night. During this time, the other party unleashed countless Magic Treasures. Slowly, Wang Lin felt somewhat drained. After the crystal Flying Sword's sneak attack once, using it again proved ineffective as the other party was on guard.

Wang Lin's gaze grew colder and colder. He fixed his Divine Sense on the three, and his extreme realm immediately flashed out like lightning. The three Core Formation Cultivators suddenly saw a flash of red light before their eyes, and it felt as if their brains had been heavily struck by a giant hammer. Blood immediately flowed from their mouths and noses, and after their bodies swayed, each of them revealed unprecedented horror and gravity in their eyes.

The previously injured Cultivator spewed another large mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes bloodshot, his face showing a painful expression. If not for someone beside him grabbing him, he would certainly have fallen from his Flying Sword.

"He is definitely not a simple Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator; he should be that kind of Cultivator who is only a hair's breadth away from entering the Core Formation stage!" He took a deep breath, calmed his violently shaken Divine Sense, and said to the two beside him.

"We must kill him, otherwise, with this person's Divine Ability, if we let him succeed in Core Formation, the three of us will surely die without a doubt!"

"I have already notified the Sect Leader; they should likely send reinforcements very soon."

Wang Lin's brows were tightly furrowed. The extreme realm Divine Sense was affected by his cultivation; originally, it was ineffective against the Core Formation stage, but now, with the Major Achievement of the Yellow Springs Ascending Aperture Art within his body and the appearance of the pill embryo from the merging of the three pills, it had produced a slight effect. However, it was clearly only enough to injure, not to kill.

This injury looked very serious, but for a Core Formation stage Cultivator, it only required a short period of quiet recuperation to recover.

If there were only one opponent, with his full strength and the help of the Devil Head, killing one should be no problem. But now, he could only run!

Wang Lin sighed inwardly and flew forward rapidly.

Eight hours later, the sky gradually darkened. Wang Lin had already used his extreme realm Divine Sense several times, each time only able to delay them slightly. As his Divine Sense swept, he suddenly stopped his body, turned around, and gazed from afar at the enemies who had been pursuing him for two days and a night.

The three of them were also exhausted, but they could not stop the pursuit; otherwise, once the other party formed his Core in the future, the three of them would die without a burial place. At this moment, seeing Wang Lin suddenly stop, the three of them were all puzzled.

Just at this moment, Wang Lin saw his right hand raised high as if supporting the heavens, cold light flickering in his eyes, his hair moving with the wind, and the corners of his clothes emitting flapping sounds from the wind.

The crystal Flying Sword was beneath his feet, flickering with traces of cold light.

Soon, a trace of blue flame appeared on his right hand. As soon as this flame appeared, the surrounding air immediately turned cold. This ice flame was Wang Lin's trump card in addition to the extreme realm. Since the extreme realm had already been used, he originally did not want to use this ice flame again. After using it many times under the Fourteenth Valley, Wang Lin discovered that this ice flame was a consumable; every time it was used, it was depleted by a fraction. But now, the other party was pressing in step by step, and he could no longer afford to be concerned.

As soon as the ice flame appeared, the three Core Formation Cultivators all changed color greatly. Before they could take any action, Wang Lin swung his right hand down, and the fist-sized ice flame drifted slowly toward them.

It looked slow in speed, but in reality, it was extremely fast. The wind blowing from the surrounding sky turned into ice wind at this moment, like knives, rapidly condensing into solid form and whipping toward the three.

The three did not hesitate at all and immediately scattered in all directions, but the ice flame's speed suddenly increased. At an incredible angle, it touched the arm of that repeatedly injured Cultivator. In the blink of an eye, the Cultivator didn't even have time to scream; his entire body emitted blue flames and dissipated into nothingness in an instant.

The ice flame was weak and continued to drift toward the next Cultivator, but just at this moment, bursts of wind and thunder sounds suddenly came from the distance, followed by seven or eight long rainbows breaking through the air.

Wang Lin's expression changed. He grabbed with his right hand, and the ice flame was immediately retracted into his body. Without a word, he turned and ran. This time, he used every ounce of his Spiritual Qi, fleeing for his life regardless of everything.