Chapter 67: Seizing the Foundation (II)

The giant sword that had materialized swung in the sky, and all the Lightning Orbs immediately followed its movement, roaring as they abruptly slashed down.

Situ Nan didn't wait for Wang Lin's command, immediately cursed a few times, and took Wang Lin to Teleport again, appearing a thousand zhang away.

Teng Li frowned, let out a cold snort, pointed his right hand at the Flying Sword, and the Flying Sword quickly turned around, landed beneath his feet, and carried him in rapid pursuit.

Two long rainbows shot through the air, one after the other. The hundreds of Teng Family Disciples chased for a while longer, but ultimately could not keep up with the speed of the two people ahead and reluctantly stopped.

The more Teng Li chased, the more shocked he became. With his Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation, his speed was already extremely fast, but the young man in front of him would instantly Teleport away every time he was about to catch up.

The more the opponent did this, the heavier the killing intent in Teng Li's eyes became. Teleportation was a Spell unique to Nascent Soul Stage experts. The opponent hadn't even reached Foundation Establishment, yet they could Teleport. Teng Li figured the opponent must possess a Magic Treasure.

Thinking of this, he licked his lips, and the idea of killing someone to seize their treasure became even stronger.

He was a close friend of Chen Zhong, the Eldest Disciple of Old Man Ji Mo. A few days ago, he received a Flying Sword Message from him, asking for help in chasing two people. One of them was named Zhang Hu, a Disciple under Chen Zhong's fifth Junior Brother.

This Zhang Hu collaborated with outsiders to kill his master. The moment his fifth Junior Brother died, Old Man Ji Mo immediately noticed it. Zhang Hu did not know that, besides the poison within him, there was also a Secret Technique used by Old Man Ji Mo to control his Disciples. By casting this Secret Technique, Old Man Ji Mo instantly gained full knowledge of everything that happened that day. In his fury, he used the Secret Technique to calculate their location, finding that the pair was currently in Teng Family City, so he sent Chen Zhong out to capture Zhang Hu and the other person.

Chen Zhong's location was too far away, which is why he sent a Flying Sword Message to Teng Li, asking him to intercept them.

Teng Li investigated and found that Zhang Hu was indeed inside Teng Family City, and the person traveling with him was clearly his accomplice, leading to the events that transpired earlier.

Originally, he was just doing a small favor, but now, Teng Li was determined to kill Wang Lin no matter what, and seize the treasure that allowed him to Teleport.

Thinking this, his speed increased, and he chased after him.

Wang Lin took a large gulp of Spiritual Qi Liquid, a fierce expression flashed across his face, and he opened his mouth to spit out a beam of green light. As soon as the green light appeared, a bloody stench immediately permeated the surroundings.

Immediately afterward, the green light flashed and shot rapidly backward. Wang Lin did not stop and quickly performed a Flying Escape forward.

Teng Li saw clearly from behind. He didn't care about the green light at all, sneered, and pointed his right index finger. Immediately, a Lightning Orb appeared and rushed toward the green light.

The moment it collided with the green light, it exploded with a loud boom.

Teng Li glanced at it contemptuously and withdrew his gaze. But at that moment, three zhang in front of him, the green light suddenly flashed and stabbed out rapidly. With a bang, it struck his body. Teng Li's white robe instantly turned to ash, revealing golden, shimmering Inner Armor underneath.

The green light was blocked by the Inner Armor upon striking, immediately turned and flashed away, disappearing without a trace.

Wang Lin secretly sighed in regret, waved his right hand, and the Green Small Sword appeared between his two fingers. He fled again without looking back.

Sweat beaded on Teng Li's forehead. The scene just now was too dangerous. Even with his Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation, if he were hit by that Flying Sword, he would certainly be severely injured. Moreover, judging by the cold glint of the Flying Sword, it was definitely not an ordinary item, and he might very well have died instantly upon being struck.

Teng Li touched the close-fitting Inner Armor given to him by his great-grandfather, secretly calling himself lucky. But the idea of chasing and killing Wang Lin became even firmer. His eyes flashed with cold light as he muttered, "Besides the treasure that allows Teleportation, there's also this marvelous Flying Sword. Little guy, everything you have belongs to Teng Li now."

Three days later, above a desert, Wang Lin, covered in dust, drank the Spiritual Qi Liquid inside a Gourd dry. He muttered bitterly, "The Spiritual Qi Liquid is not enough. If this continues, it will run out quickly. I must replenish it as soon as possible."

"Kid, this old man is about to fail. I've Teleported too many times these three days, and my Nascent Soul Essence is severely depleted," Situ Nan's voice was extremely weak.

Wang Lin looked back into the distance, a thread of killing intent appearing in his eyes. He said coldly, "He's chasing me again." Saying this, he slapped his Storage Pouch, and the Green Small Sword suddenly appeared.

The small sword's luster was slightly dim, and it even had some scratches. Over these three days, Wang Lin had thrown the small sword several times, but after Teng Li became cautious, sneak attacks became increasingly difficult, especially since the Inner Armor on his opponent offered strong resistance; even the sharp edge of the small sword could not pierce it in the slightest.

After summoning the Flying Sword, Wang Lin swept his Divine Sense around and suddenly stared toward the west. There was an endless forest there, and a layer of purplish-black mist circled above the forest, obscuring the details.

After a brief moment of thought, Wang Lin immediately changed direction and flew west. In the blink of an eye, he arrived outside the forest. Without blinking, he quickly descended and rushed into the woods.

Wang Lin knew well that his Spiritual Qi Liquid was about to run out, and Situ Nan's ability to Teleport was exhausted. If he continued flying in the sky, he would eventually be caught by the opponent.

It was better to abandon flying and walk through the jungle. Although he didn't know why that strange mist hovered above the forest, when he swept his Divine Sense through it just now, he found that his Divine Sense felt like a person wading through mud, its operational range shrunk to only a few dozen zhang.

Not long after Wang Lin entered the forest, a long rainbow broke through the air, circled above the forest, and then landed, revealing Teng Li, who was shimmering with golden light all over. Teng Li looked slightly tired; three continuous days of flying and pursuing had consumed too much Spiritual Power. If he hadn't had Medicinal Pills in his Storage Pouch to replenish his Spiritual Power, he would have probably turned back long ago.

But the Magic Treasure in the opponent's hand kept tempting him, making him wish he could immediately catch up, kill Wang Lin, and snatch the treasure. Furthermore, when Teng Li first started chasing, he hadn't expected it to be so difficult. Even when the opponent used the Teleportation Spell, although he was startled, he secretly thought that since the opponent hadn't even reached Foundation Establishment, long-term flying would definitely cause severe depletion of Spiritual Power, and with his Foundation Establishment Late Stage strength, he could wear the opponent down and kill him eventually.

Therefore, he wasn't anxious during the pursuit, waiting for the opponent's Spiritual Power to be depleted before planning to strike Wang Lin down with a single sword.

However, he completely discarded this idea on the second day of the chase. The opponent's speed not only didn't slow down but actually got faster, which baffled him. As he observed, Teng Li gradually became shocked.

He saw the opponent frequently take out a Gourd, and every time he finished the liquid inside the Gourd, his speed would noticeably increase. He had witnessed this scene countless times along the way.

The thought of killing Wang Lin became even stronger.

Teng Li stood outside the forest, his eyes flickering with hesitation. He secretly thought, "This Desolate Jungle is quite mysterious. It's shrouded in mist all year round. Even Great-Grandfather said not to enter this place easily. Now, should I chase or not chase…"

After a brief contemplation, Teng Li gritted his teeth. The Magic Treasure in the opponent's hand solidified his resolve, and he rushed in without hesitation.

Inside the forest, ancient trees reached the sky, and all plants competed for glory. The ground was covered with dead branches and rotten leaves. Many crawling venomous creatures like centipedes and poisonous snakes flashed by. Massive thousand-year-old giant trees were everywhere, and all kinds of exotic flowers and rare herbs were abundant. Furthermore, countless Exotic Beasts and Fierce Birds occasionally encountered and fought each other. Besides all this, there was a foul odor emanating from the decaying leaves and biological corpses. This smell gradually accumulated over time, turning into Miasma capable of killing people invisibly.

This place was shrouded in mist all year round, with towering giant trees growing strangely. Furthermore, countless powerful Vicious Beasts comparable to the Nascent Soul Stage resided deep within. It could be said that danger lurked at every step, and a moment of carelessness could cost one's life.

Wang Lin spread his Divine Sense and swiftly moved through the jungle. Suddenly, Situ Nan urgently shouted, "Stop! Stop quickly!"

Wang Lin instantly stopped his body.

"What the hell is this place? How can there be Blue Line Vines? Damn it, this thing is a Minor Destruction Plant! Several Second-Grade cultivation Countries were once destroyed by the Blue Line Vines," Situ Nan said, catching his breath.

"Blue Line Vine?" Wang Lin was startled.

"There is a vine in front of you, with blue lines on it… Huh? Wait, this isn't the Blue Line Vine. Strange… Wang Lin, this should be the initial young branch of the Blue Line Vine. Its power might not be as immense as rumored, but you should still bypass it. The mature Blue Line Vine is the nightmare of Cultivators below the Core Formation Stage. This thing is extremely sensitive to blood. It evolves every time it devours a Cultivator. Legend says that the Blue Line Vine, when evolved to its ultimate state, cannot be resisted even by Nascent Soul Transformation experts. Furthermore, this thing is equally sensitive to the fluctuations of Spell Spiritual Power, so you absolutely must not attack it with Spells," Situ Nan's tone was solemn.

Wang Lin looked around and fixed his gaze on a vine growing on the surface of a giant tree, a cautious look appearing in his eyes.

This vine looked very ordinary, with no major difference from other vines, except for a faint blue thread vaguely visible on its surface.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment. He did not heed Situ Nan's advice to leave. Instead, he slowly moved forward, not using even a trace of Spiritual Power. He carefully pinched the vine with his thumb and forefinger and slowly pulled it backward. During the process, his expression was highly focused. When he had gradually pulled the vine out about three zhang, he slowly let go, retreated several dozen zhang, quickly cut his fingertip, and flicked a drop of fresh blood onto the vine.

After being struck by the blood, the vine immediately lashed out, rising up like a snake. Then, several more Blue Line Vines extended from its root, wriggled together, slowly calmed down, and settled on the ground.

Sweat faintly appeared on Wang Lin's forehead. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he quickly left.

Not long after he left, Teng Li caught up to this location. To catch Wang Lin, he had been traveling using Spells, and he paid no attention to the few unremarkable vines on the ground.

Although his Divine Sense was restricted to within a hundred zhang in the jungle, he could clearly feel that he was getting closer and closer to Wang Lin. A cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He moved his body and chased forward, but just as he crossed several seemingly ordinary vines, a sudden change occurred.