Arc 13: Wild Beast Plains | Chapter 232: Beast Tide Battle
Translator: Lynn
Upon grasping the demon vine, Xu Ziqing infused it with his true energy. Instantly, a profound connection formed between him and Rong Jin, allowing the surge of violence in Rong Jin’s heart to resonate with his own.
Indeed, despite Rong Jin’s usual obedience, a fierce temperament lay within. The current battlefield, strewn with flying flesh and blood, intensified his restlessness.
Secretly activating the bitter bamboo hairpin above his head, Xu Ziqing experienced a cool sensation streaming from the bitter bamboo into his sea of consciousness. This clarity rendered him impervious to Rong Jin’s subsequent brutal actions, as he maintained unwavering determination. Wielding his arms, he launched an attack.
The bloody demon vine, resembling both a whip and a blood-colored rainbow, descended upon the sea of beasts below.
A resounding “crack” echoed as the blood vine toppled several two-horned beasts, extracting half of their flesh and blood.
Continuing his rhythmic swings, Xu Ziqing wielded the demon vine, whipping left and right. With each strike, numerous wild beasts were sent flying, meeting their demise in a single blow.
Although Rong Jin couldn’t indulge in his usual feasting, the brief contact with the wild beasts invigorated his insatiable appetite. As Xu Ziqing whipped the blood-stained vine, many beasts succumbed to bloodsucking deaths, leaving behind piles of corpses.
This display did not escape the notice of onlookers. Several immortal cultivators, hovering on clouds, wielded flying swords to engage the wild beasts.
Those with weaker cultivation found themselves in peril. Dodging the Mie Ling blood poison while simultaneously consuming elixirs to replenish their mana left them vulnerable. Suddenly, a green light soared towards them—a green needle emitting green light that systematically dispelled the blood poison.
Layers of green radiance enveloped the area, illuminating a circle. The rescued cultivator bathed in the green light, experiencing instant comfort, with wounds on their face visibly improving. Witnessing this, the cultivator was grateful for the potion and wood power. However, as they turned to express their thanks, they observed the owner of the green needle wielding a peculiar vine. With a swift flick, several beasts perished.
Despite the gentle demeanor of the boy, the strange and vicious object in his hand left the cultivator momentarily stunned. The words of gratitude were halted in their mouths. However, these thoughts were fleeting, and the cultivator promptly recovered, summoning a sword, their natal magic weapon, to defend themselves.
Soon, Xu Ziqing’s prowess attracted the attention of many cultivators, sparking envy for the demon vine in his possession. Gradually, the surrounding space emptied as each cultivator, like Yun Lie, staked their claim to a piece of the sky.
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On the towering city wall, a few individuals possess eyes gleaming with golden light as they observe the battlefield intently.
Among them, the apparent leader is a tall, handsome young man adorned in silver attire. His chiseled features exude masculinity, and he inquires at this moment, “Chenghao, what are your thoughts at this moment?”
A step behind this figure, another young man stands. “The beast tide has arrived unexpectedly, and my subordinates have dispatched inquiries,” he responds.
The silver-clad youth smiles, “You always comprehend my thoughts; proceed and handle it.”
Yin Chenghao bows, “This subordinate will give his utmost effort and will not disappoint the prince!”
These two sentences were exchanged.
The silver-clad youth speaks again, “Xi Lin, do you see anyone worth recruiting?”
At this moment, a black-clad youth answers. Not particularly handsome, his features appear as if carved by a sharp blade, giving off a sharp impression. “Most are ordinary, but there are a few with Golden Core stage cultivation and above who show promise and are worth nurturing.”
The silver-clad youth chuckles. “Potential alone is insufficient. If they fall too far behind, they are useless to me.” A stern glint flashes in his eyes. “I don’t accept those who cultivate mediocrity.”
Xi Lin, however, frowns. “Though I can’t see clearly, the golden light suggests a sense of threat.”
The silver-clad youth’s expression changes. “Are you implying…someone comprehended sword intent?” He pauses. “I can count those who grasp sword intent with five fingers, and your sword intent has reached the third level, the most profound understanding of sword intent I’ve encountered. But if you say someone poses a threat to you, does that mean the individual is not inferior to you in swordsmanship?”
Xi Lin nods, “Indeed.” A glint of sword light flashes in his eyes, “It’s even possible that they surpass me!”
Upon hearing this, Yin Chenghao exclaims, “The fourth level of sword intent? That’s impossible!”
Xi Lin retorts, “Whether it’s possible or not, you’ll see when you encounter it.”
As the silver-clad youth contemplates, a man in armor approaches from behind. Respectfully, he says, “Your Majesty has just arrived and the barracks is not far away. Please come in to discuss this beast tide.”
The two fall silent upon the man’s earlier intervention.
The young man in silver then wears a genial smile and walks over, “The little prince has just arrived, and there’s much I’d like to discuss with the general…” With that, he proceeds into the inner room accompanied by the armored man.
Xi Lin exchanges a glance with Yin Chenghao before following suit.
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Engaged in combat with numerous impending cultivators, many two-horned beasts also met their demise.
However, the cultivator count is limited; even with a few formidable Golden Core stage individuals casting techniques repeatedly, they struggle against the relentless waves of wild beasts.
Even Xu Ziqing, while continuously floating in the air and wielding the demon vine, feels the constant drain of his body’s true energy. Straightening his expression, he gradually moves in the direction of Yun Lie.
Simultaneously, Yun Lie’s golden giant sword continues to slash down, decimating countless beasts. As Xu Ziqing approaches, Yun Lie pauses and relinquishes the killing zone.
Quickly joining Yun Lie’s side, Xu Ziqing says, “My true energy is nearing exhaustion; Shixiong, please protect me for a while, let me replenish.”
Yun Lie promptly encases Xu Ziqing in a square sword domain.
Without hesitation, Xu Ziqing produces a porcelain vase, pouring out a fragrant elixir. In an instant, a clear stream transforms into heat, rushing into his dantian, and replenishing 30% of his true energy. He takes two more pills, restoring his energy to 70% to 80%.
While he cannot rely solely on pills for the remaining strength, he needs to meditate and regulate his breath. Nevertheless, the recovered energy is adequate to last for a while.
Revitalized, Xu Ziqing throws the demon vine into battle again. He sacrifices the Qingyun Needle, and, surrounded by Yun Lie, they jointly control the field. Xu Ziqing remarks, “Shixiong must have expend a lot of power to use this technique, and it may leave some hidden dangers. Why not take a pill first?”
Perhaps due to the cost or not wanting to decline his brother’s goodwill, Yun Lie also pauses. The golden sword collapses, leaving only the sword circling around him as a barrier to repel the imminent blood poison.
Simultaneously, Yun Lie consumes an elixir, causing his aura to surge. He points, and the golden sword pierces through the air, displaying boundless supernatural powers once more.
Observing his shixiong, Xu Ziqing feels joy. When engaging with the beasts again, his strikes become even more fierce. However, instead of moving to the other side, he positions himself against Yun Lie’s back, with each controlling one side!
Both possess great potential and formidable magic power, especially Yun Lie, a sword cultivator capable of defeating late Golden Core stage opponents. Their dantians are like bottomless black holes, even requiring pills to stabilize their realms. The others inferior to them would only face more adversity.
After over an hour, more and more cultivators lose their strength. The flying swords and spiritual weapons wielded by some dimmed, and those unable to consume medicine fell victim to Mie Ling blood poison, turning into rotting corpses with no chance of reincarnation.
Seeing many cultivators fall, Xu Ziqing feels disheartened. Although they are cultivators on a journey of self-improvement, they lack the rigorous training of soldiers in the army. Why don’t those Daoist soldiers go out to fight?
Observing this, Yun Lie opens his mouth first, saying, “When the three-horned beasts appear, reinforcements will arrive.”
This statement surprises Xu Ziqing.
Indeed, beasts above the three-horned level are even more terrifying. Warriors and soldiers may still handle countless one-horned beasts through joint attacks. Those soldiers practicing Daoism must have similar methods to deal with even more potent beasts.
At present, the cultivators on the list are the first to face two-horned beasts, and the more formidable ones are probably not even considered by the general. Acknowledging this, Xu Ziqing can only work harder, occasionally sending the blood vine to the side of struggling cultivators, offering them a chance to escape.
Such actions successfully save many lives.
Like Xu Ziqing, Yun Lie has more than enough capacity. His golden sword’s aura aligns seamlessly with his thoughts, and he skillfully points to swords during his downtime. These actions save the lives of many comrades.
The rescued cultivators immediately activate talismans or unleash hidden supernatural powers before fleeing. The thought of staying on the battlefield is absolutely out of the question.
Imagine barely saving one’s life, how could there be any extravagant hope of currying favor with the benefactor?
Not long after, the cultivators in the air either perish or flee, with none remaining. Soon, thousands of people slowly dwindle to hundreds.
Simultaneously, Xu Ziqing and Yun Lie find themselves under increased pressure.
Various Mie Ling blood poisons continuously erupt, forming a luminous waterfall around them. The intertwining blood and golden light create a massive light net, enveloping the two.
In the air, a sweet and fishy odor pervades, and for a moment, a poisonous fragrance lingers in all directions.
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