I Can Devour Spirits

Chapter 342 - 291: Its Blood Black and Yellow (2)

Explosives and poisonous powder were buried on the official road, and the moment they leapt out of the black smoke, someone immediately blocked them. This was clearly a well-planned and meticulously executed ambush.

Daring to ambush the Sect Envoy and the newly inducted Registered Disciple, it couldn’t possibly be ordinary bandits. The identity of the attackers was practically self-evident.

Duan Rong instantly determined in his heart that it had to be the Filthy Blood Sect!

Duan Rong, having devoured the Artifact Spirit of the Filthy Blood Divine Skill, was all too familiar with the wicked nature of this Cultivation Technique. The large scale of the ambush clearly showed they intended to wipe out this entire group.

Although he had attained the Inner Breath Realm Great Perfection, the Sect Envoy was at the True Qi Realm, and his cultivation level was simply insufficient compared to this group.

Duan Rong’s mind churned like lightning, and in an instant, he clarified his strategy—to use all means possible to stay alive! He would employ any method to survive this chaotic battle!

However, to survive, he first needed to deal with the person blocking his path.

Standing in front of Duan Rong was a fortune teller. He wore a worn daoist hat, held a divination banner in his left hand, a bag over his right shoulder, sported a beard, had a lean face, and sharp eyes.

The fortune teller looked at Duan Rong, chuckled lightly, and said, "I, a poor daoist, had nothing to do just now, so I cast a hexagram for you. It was the Kun Hexagram above Six. The line said: ’The dragon battles in the wild, its blood dark and yellow. A great disaster! My young friend, from my feng shui and acupoint skills, this wilderness is a good burial ground, a fitting final resting place!"

Duan Rong feigned anger, "Old fart, with all that spare time, why don’t you cast one for yourself? Better be mentally prepared for your journey to the underworld, right?"

While Duan Rong was bluffing, his Divine Sense had already penetrated the fortune teller’s Dantian. He raised an eyebrow and thought to himself, "Thankfully, it’s not True Qi Realm!"

The capabilities Duan Rong displayed on Zhexing Platform were nothing more than the Great Success Realm, which is why Ge Qingchuan arranged for this fortune teller, who was only at the Micro level, to block him.

The fortune teller drew a Soft Sword from the bamboo pole of his divination banner and flashed forward to attack Duan Rong.

Duan Rong drew the Minghong Saber. Its color was dark, without flashing cold light, only swirling shadows, blocking all of the fortune teller’s intricate and dense Sword Techniques surrounding him.

Being at the Great Perfection Realm, dealing with this barely Micro-level fortune teller was naturally no challenge for Duan Rong.

Duan Rong managed the current battle while covering the surrounding environment with his extended Divine Sense.

Nearby, there were two other battles: Lv Qingzhu with the Blood Monk, and Tao Rong with the old farmer.

Upon investigation, Duan Rong found both sides were evenly matched, even using Divine Sense, it was hard to discern victory or defeat at a glance.

Actually, killing the fortune teller in front of him wasn’t difficult for Duan Rong, with his Inner Breath Realm Great Perfection and numerous skills, but he was contemplating a perfect escape plan.

Just then, Duan Rong noticed a dilapidated temple at the edge of the dense forest not far away.

Duan Rong’s heart stirred, and he suddenly thought of a golden cicada shedding its shell—a strategy that allowed for both advance and retreat.

However, the dilapidated temple was not far from Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk’s battle area. If he went over, they would surely see him.

Seeing was no big deal! Both were in a life-and-death struggle, too occupied to care about him!

The fortune teller’s Soft Sword moves were intricate and dense, with indistinguishable feints and true strikes, but this young man, Duan Rong, evaded the feints and struck the truths with every move, remaining unstirred despite the relentless onslaught!

The fortune teller was puzzled, starting to doubt the authenticity of the intelligence on the records.

The parchment claimed that Duan Rong was merely at the Great Success Realm, but after this relentless assault, he was nearly sure that this boy, like himself, had advanced to the Micro level.

Either the information was incorrect, or this boy had recently broken through!

At this moment, seeing his Soft Sword failing to succeed, the fortune teller suddenly reached into the bag on his shoulder, and several Flying Sabers shot out!

Duan Rong pretended to dodge, pivoted his body, and employed the Cloud Serpent Step, sprinting furiously towards the dense forest edge, in the direction of the dilapidated temple...

"Little thief, do you think you can escape from my hands?"

The fortune teller pursued Duan Rong, launching Flying Sabers from various angles as they blurred through the air.

Duan Rong controlled his movements, maintaining a distance from the fortune teller.

Duan Rong knew that if he ran a little further, he would be visible to Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk. So he altered his path, taking a route to distance himself from Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk’s battle, avoiding being caught in their conflict.

Rushing past a tall poplar tree, Duan Rong caught sight of the battling Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk, but the spot where he revealed himself was a good four or five zhang (approximately 13 to 16 meters) away from them.

The moment Duan Rong appeared, both of them noticed him, as well as the fortune teller chasing him with Flying Sabers exploding behind him.

Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk, locked in fierce combat, were in no position to worry about matters on this side!

The fortune teller emerged from behind the poplar tree, paused upon seeing Lv Qingzhu and the Blood Monk Wu Xiang in the distance, then immediately continued his pursuit of Duan Rong...

The fortune teller’s Flying Sabers continually assailed him from behind and all angles, yet Duan Rong wielded his Minghong Saber, deflecting everything with the precision of an eye on the back of his head, all without slowing his pace!