Chapter 7: The Third Simulation!
Lu Qingyang’s expression darkened.
He hadn’t expected that on his rare trip down the mountain, he would actually run into something like this.
It seems I’d better not go down the mountain so easily in the future.
Outside the sect, it’s nothing but pits…
Lu Qingyang muttered to himself, yet he wasn’t flustered.
Back when he was at the second level of Qi Refining, he had already been able to fight a third-level demonic beast.
He observed that this old thief was only at the early stage of mid Qi Refining.
It shouldn’t be a problem.
Moreover, this place wasn’t far from the Chaotian Sect’s mountain gate. As long as there was a bit of commotion, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Bureau would arrive in the blink of an eye.
“Brat, don’t even think about summoning the Law Enforcement Bureau’s disciples. I’ll be honest with you — my jade slip has a formation carved into it.”
“You must have noticed by now that your spiritual power is difficult to release, right?”
“A first-tier Spirit-Trapping Formation is a bit of a stretch against a mid Qi Refining disciple, but against a mere third level Qi Refining like you, it’s more than enough!”
The old man in hemp clothes chuckled darkly, as if he had seen through Lu Qingyang’s thoughts, and walked over step by step.
The other party had clearly done this kind of murder-and-rob business more than once.
While chatting with Lu Qingyang to lower his guard.
He secretly pressed two fingers together and once again summoned his dagger!
“Whoosh!”
The dagger transformed into a streak of dark light, stabbing straight toward Lu Qingyang’s throat.
Utterly ruthless!
“Who says you can’t form hand seals without releasing spiritual power?”
A trace of disdain flashed through Lu Qingyang’s eyes. He immediately struck out with both palms.
In that instant, a vast and mighty spiritual power exploded from within his body with a thunderous roar.
“Boom!”
The violent shockwave of spiritual power splattered in all directions.
It blasted the surrounding trees into a sky full of splinters and sent the incoming dagger flying back.
The old man in hemp clothes’ expression changed drastically.
“Brat! Are you insane!”
“You actually dared to self-ignite your spiritual power!”
It was his first time seeing such a ruthless fellow.
Self-igniting spiritual power was no joke, especially for low-level cultivators.
Their control over spiritual power was extremely unstable. Once self-ignited, it would be exhausted in an instant.
Once spiritual power was exhausted, it meant death.
But how could he know that aside from researching techniques, Lu Qingyang’s daily hobby was pondering how to control spiritual power.
As he spoke, Lu Qingyang waved his hand again.
In an instant, countless fine runes appeared on his body.
Each rune seemed to come alive, spinning rapidly as he channeled them.
For a time, the spiritual power suppressed within his body actually began to combine and arrange itself within an extremely small range!
“This… this is the Minor Rain-Cloud Art!”
The old man in hemp clothes was dumbfounded.
This scene truly exceeded his understanding.
The other party could actually cast a technique in such a cramped and desperate situation.
After all, the greater part of Lu Qingyang’s spiritual power was suppressed by the Spirit-Trapping Formation.
For anyone else, forget casting a technique — even drawing out a thread of spiritual power would be extremely difficult.
“But… what does this brat mean by forming the Minor Rain-Cloud Art hand seals?”
“Could he be planning to use this hundred-technique art to attract the Law Enforcement Bureau’s disciples?”
The old man in hemp clothes was somewhat surprised, but not afraid.
In his view, the Minor Rain-Cloud Art was nothing more than a technique for watering spirit fields.
Too little commotion. It couldn’t attract anyone at all.
Of course, that was provided he could end this quickly.
The old man in hemp clothes’ thoughts turned, and he immediately waved both palms, once more forming a string of hand seals.
“Chichichi~”
In an instant, streams of obscure and mysterious syllables spewed from his mouth.
Waves of cold, sinister ghost qi spread through the air.
“Brat, die!”
As his hands pushed forward fiercely.
A massive black shadow condensed from his hands.
“Whoosh~”
That black shadow charged straight at Lu Qingyang.
Lu Qingyang paid it no heed, only rapidly flipping through hand seals.
In the next moment, a ball of emerald-green cloud the size of a watermelon had already condensed before him.
Under the suppression of the Spirit-Trapping Formation, this advanced Minor Rain-Cloud Art looked pathetically small.
But Lu Qingyang’s movements did not stop. His hand seals continued to flip.
“Wengwengweng~”
One breath later, the emerald-green cloud suddenly flickered between light and darkness, emitting a faint halo.
The old man saw this and immediately felt something was wrong.
He knew clearly that the Minor Rain-Cloud Art absolutely should not have such a reaction!
“I was just worrying about not having a test subject after fusing the Wind-Thunder Art with the Minor Rain-Cloud Art. You delivered yourself right to me.”
That was right. The second set of hand seals Lu Qingyang formed was precisely the hand seals of the Wind-Thunder Art!
Following that, Lu Qingyang’s gaze turned cold, and his right hand pressed forward fiercely!
“Hualala~”
The emerald-green cloud suddenly expanded.
For one exhilarating moment, the sound of wind and thunder roared.
“Boom~”
Streaks of sharp astral wind shot out from the emerald-green cloud.
Extremely fast, as if they could tear through the air itself!
“Not good!”
The old man in hemp clothes’ expression shifted slightly. He hurriedly withdrew the black ghost shadow, wanting to dodge temporarily.
But it was already too late.
As the astral wind swept through, the black ghost shadow was instantly blown to pieces.
Even the surrounding trees were rattled with a metallic ring, the might terrifying to behold!
“This… this… is the Minor Rain-Cloud Art?!”
“No! Impossible!”
The old man in hemp clothes revealed a look of terror.
His figure retreated rapidly, trying to evade the astral wind’s attack.
He couldn’t understand it no matter how he tried. Lu Qingyang, suppressed by the Spirit-Trapping Formation, could still unleash a technique of such power.
Then if there were no Spirit-Trapping Formation suppression…
Wouldn’t killing him be as easy as slaughtering a dog?
But by then it was already too late.
“Pengpengpeng~”
The violent astral wind swept out.
The old man simply couldn’t dodge in time. He was instantly blasted away.
His body crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times before finally stopping.
“Pfft!”
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face contorted. Clearly, his injuries were extremely severe.
At this moment, the pale azure jade slip that had been floating above Lu Qingyang’s head also lost its luster, falling to the ground.
“Huu~”
Lu Qingyang let out a long breath of relief, his face slightly pale.
What he had cast was precisely the advanced Minor Rain-Cloud Art combined with the low-level Wind-Thunder Art.
Ever since he had learned his second technique, he had been pondering whenever he had free time.
He wanted to see whether these two techniques, both possessing wind attributes, could spark something between them.
Relying on his monstrous comprehension, he had actually researched this combined technique.
Its power was indeed far greater than the Wind-Thunder Art cast alone.
It was just that under the suppression of the Spirit-Trapping Formation, it was extremely difficult to cast.
If a single strike missed, his spiritual power sluggish, he could only be at the mercy of others.
Fortunately, such a commotion had already drawn the Chaotian Sect’s attention!
A team of cultivators with vigorous auras and sharp bearings noticed the disturbance here.
They were currently rushing over from the Chaotian Sect’s mountain gate at top speed.
The newcomers were precisely the Chaotian Sect’s Law Enforcement Bureau!
“Cough, cough cough!”
The old man in hemp clothes struggled to his feet, staring at Lu Qingyang with a face full of venomous hatred.
“I never imagined I’d fall into the hands of a greenhorn today!”
He gnashed his teeth hatefully, his eyes full of killing intent.
He had been running his black-on-black schemes in the Chaotian Market for many years, always cautious and careful.
On ordinary days, he only picked on early Qi Refining cultivators to swindle and harm.
But he never expected that today he would kick an iron board!
Lu Qingyang heard this, his eyes icy cold. He did not respond.
The crisis was not yet over.
The Law Enforcement Bureau’s cultivators had not arrived. He absolutely would not let down his guard.
He also couldn’t be bothered to exchange more words with this old thief.
Whatever needed to be said could wait until after he had slain the other party.
Thinking of this, Lu Qingyang flicked his sleeve, and the Nightshade Shuttle fell into his hand.
He prepared to finish the other party off.
But who could have known that the old man in hemp clothes, seeing he had no way to turn things around, would yet another trace of vicious hatred flash through his eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.
“Weng~”
A blood-red light burst forth in an instant, transforming into a patch of eerie blood mist that enveloped him.
“Not good!”
Seeing this.
Lu Qingyang’s pupils constricted sharply.
A strong sense of unease rose in his heart. He immediately retreated backward.
But… it was too late!
The old man in hemp clothes transformed into a cloud of blood mist and lunged toward Lu Qingyang’s face.
No sooner said than done. In but an instant, Lu Qingyang had once again fallen into a life-or-death crisis.
But just as the blood mist was about to touch his cheek.
Suddenly, a crisp system notification sounded.
【Ding! Do you wish to open the Simulation now?】
“Yes!”
At the critical moment of life and death, Lu Qingyang summoned the Simulator without a shred of hesitation…