Chapter 40

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Chapter 40: Slay

"Hehe, didn’t expect this, did you? My treasure has five abilities that I’ve kept hidden, just waiting for you to throw yourself into the net."

Zhang Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and climbed up from the corner, although his legs still felt a bit wobbly as he walked.

At the moment the treasure’s barrier shattered, the genuine sense of life-threatening danger left him still feeling uneasy.

Even now, with Yang Linghu badly injured and on the ground, he dared not approach too closely, stopping three paces away.

Worried about any further changes, Zhang Chen activated his technique to gather flames, intending to finish Yang Linghu off.

"Wait!"

Yang Linghu suddenly spoke, "I will transcribe my family’s cultivation methods for you; can you spare my life?"

The cultivation methods of the Yang Family!

Hearing this, Zhang Chen’s interest was piqued, and he halted his actions.

"The Yang Family’s cultivation methods are treasures that even Zhang Tianqi has praised."

He kept a wary eye on Yang Linghu, calculating in his mind.

While retrieving the mine did indeed regain face for his family, compared to the value of the Yang Family’s cultivation methods, it paled in comparison.

If he could bring back the Yang Family’s cultivation methods, it would definitely be a significant achievement!

"Hmph, then I will see who is stronger between me and Zhang Yao!"

With this thought, he put away his technique.

"Alright, if you can hand over the cultivation methods, I can spare your life."

Zhang Chen felt that Yang Linghu couldn’t escape anyway and decided to take out the message paper and pen he carried, tossing them to him.

As for reinforcements, haha, the distance to the Yang family would take a mid-stage Gathering Qi cultivator four hours to cross.

What secret treasures could a small Yang family, just established for a few years, possibly have to learn about events from a thousand miles away?

Watching Yang Linghu climb forward with difficulty to pick up the paper and pen, he couldn’t help but flash a mocking look.

"Do you really think I’m that easy to fool? Who knows if what you write is true? Once you finish, I’ll knock you out and take you home to imprison; if it’s fake, I’ll deal with you slowly!"

Under Zhang Chen’s watchful eyes, Yang Linghu slowly wrote down the contents of the cultivation method.

Of course, this was modified by him and not the real "Book of Seeking the Spirit in Darkness."

Previously, he had sent a written message home with the family soldiers; when Lingqing saw it, he would surely make arrangements.

Right now, he aimed to buy time as much as possible; he was prepared to fight for his life, ready to risk it all to try and exchange lives with Zhang Chen if rescue didn’t come in time!

As time passed bit by bit, after a quarter of an hour, Yang Linghu finished writing the first half of the cultivation method and tossed it to Zhang Chen.

"Here’s the first half; you can check to see if there are any issues."

Zhang Chen took it eagerly and began to scan through it. After flipping a few pages, his gaze grew intense as he realized the quality of this cultivation method was indeed impressive.

"Didn’t expect the Yang Family to really have something valuable; it might even be of Condensing Essence quality!"

With this thought, he grew impatient and urged, conjuring two fireballs as a threat, "If you want to live, write faster; my patience is limited!"

Yang Linghu, fearing he would anger Zhang Chen, realized he could no longer delay and nodded in agreement, hastening his writing speed.

A quarter of an hour later, he finished writing the second half.

Zhang Chen could hardly wait; before Yang Linghu even threw out the cultivation method, he stepped forward and snatched it away.

"Good, good, good! This really is an excellent cultivation method!"

Zhang Chen was overjoyed and, thinking of the surprised looks from everyone when he returned home, he became smug.

Seizing this moment, Yang Linghu quietly shuffled a few inches closer, bringing his opponent within his attack range.

"Well, you did well. I, the Young Master, will honor my word and let you off this time."

Though he said this, in the next moment, Zhang Chen suddenly struck Yang Linghu’s neck with a palm.

Yang Linghu had been prepared; he flipped up just in time, dodging the attack while delivering a desperate punch.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Yang Linghu cursed inwardly, "This damn turtle shell!" Then he was sent flying by a kick from Zhang Chen.

"Hmph! I knew you wouldn’t be so obedient; you were just plotting against me all along."

Zhang Chen sneered, "Didn’t expect that my treasure’s protection has already regained its function? I can use it two more times; how does it feel to be in despair? Hahaha—"

Yang Linghu leaned against a stone pillar, sitting up. At this point, he was completely exhausted, and even moving a finger felt difficult.

"You ungrateful thing, die already!"

Watching the raging flames approach him, Yang Linghu sighed inwardly.

He felt no resentment, only a trace of regret.

Whoosh—

At that moment, Yang Linghu suddenly felt a coolness by his ear, with the sound of rushing wind.

His tense nerves relaxed completely because he knew he would not die today.

A fierce wind howled past, extinguishing the flames in front of Yang Linghu.

"What!?"

Zhang Chen was instantly shocked, quickly raising the protective barrier of his treasure.

However, in the next instant, he saw a sharp blade of wind created by the forceful gust cutting through his barrier as easily as tearing through paper.

Slice!

"Ah!! My hand!!!"

With his left arm severed by the wind, Zhang Chen let out a painful scream.

Such an easy breach of the barrier could only be the work of mid-stage Gathering Qi cultivators; thinking of this, he was filled with terror and began to scramble away.

Sadly, the opponent had no intention of letting him live. With a chill rising in his back, Zhang Chen felt his vision spin, and the last thing he saw was a familiar shadow descending, after which he lost all vitality.

After slaying Zhang Chen, Yang Lingrui hurried to Yang Linghu’s side, dripping the newly produced spirit liquid from the four-leafed spirit-receiving grass into his mouth, and taking out a Healing Elixir for him to consume.

"Brother Hu, don’t speak yet; quickly refine the spirit liquid and elixir’s power!"

While saying this, he also transmitted his spiritual power to Yang Linghu.

After a moment, Yang Linghu began to recover and was able to stand up.

"You act quickly; I was hoping you would leave him alive."

Yang Linghu looked at the lifeless Zhang Chen and said.

Yang Lingrui cast a glance at the corpse, then replied coldly, "Brother Hu, he hurt you like this; allowing him to live even a moment longer was my mercy."

"Hahaha, cough cough…"

"Take it easy, Brother Hu."

With Yang Lingrui’s support, Yang Linghu remarked, "You arrived just in time; if you had been a moment later, my family might have needed to prepare a coffin."

"It’s lucky I made it in time, thanks to the Spirit Stone Immortal’s reminder."

Yang Lingrui replied, "I had just broken through and received a Thought Transmission from the Immortal Master saying you were in danger, so I rushed over."

"My written message didn’t reach you?"

"The family soldiers escorting the laborers encountered an attack from a bandit group on their way back. Many people died, and only a small number returned."

Hearing this, Yang Linghu shook his head helplessly. He had wanted to give those people a chance to live, but tragedy struck instead.

"This time, I owe a great debt of gratitude to the Immortal Master for saving me."

Yang Linghu reflected; had it not been for Chen Yang’s Thought Transmission to Yang Lingrui, he would not have received help in time and would have perished.

"Brother Hu, how are things at the mine? Are there any pursuing soldiers?"

"The pursuing soldiers are gone, but there are still matters to deal with."

After clearing Zhang Chen’s corpse and allowing Yang Linghu to meditate and rest for half an hour to digest the spirit liquid, his spiritual power recovered by a small portion. The two then made their way to the location where they originally battled Liao Feng and Zhang Chen.

By then, dawn had broken, and the bloodstains on the ground were quite evident; Liao Feng’s body had unsurprisingly been taken away.

Following the remaining spiritual energy and traces on the ground, the two arrived at a cave in the mountains.