Chapter 339
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Chapter 339: Rescue
On an unnamed deserted island in the Ten Thousand-Mile Giant Lake, two people sat by the lake, enjoying the view and sharing a drink.
“Kid, you know what? The hundred years I spent in the Void Realm felt longer than a thousand years out here,” Spirit Cut said, setting down his cup.
“I understand your hardship, Senior. If it weren’t for my master’s care and the backup plans he set up, my wife and I would’ve spent the rest of our lives there,” Li Xingci said with a sigh.
Every time he thought about his time in the Void Realm, a chill ran down his spine. Without his master’s preparations, the outcome would’ve been unthinkable.
“Still, those hundred years weren’t wasted. I gained insight into the path of respecting the mundane, and now I can see the possibility of becoming a true immortal.”
“Thank you, Li kid,” Spirit Cut said, raising his cup and drinking with Li Xingci.
“Senior, you should really thank my master,” Li Xingci replied with a smile. He secretly hoped Spirit Cut could become his master’s guardian, though he wasn’t sure if his master’s cautious nature would allow it.
“Ha! Your master should thank me too,” Spirit Cut laughed.
After finishing their drinks, Li Xingci finally brought up his idea.
“Senior, I’ll be staying at the Elder Council headquarters for a while. Why don’t you come back with me?” Li Xingci asked cautiously.
“Stop beating around the bush and just say what’s on your mind,” Spirit Cut said, giving Li Xingci a sideways glance.
“My master took the sect to the Endless Sea for a few years. If you’re willing, you could stay at our sect for a while,” Li Xingci suggested with a smile.
“That works. I’ve been meaning to talk to your master about remote-controlled puppets anyway,” Spirit Cut replied.
“Then it’s settled. Thank you, Senior.”
Li Xingci quickly shared the location of the Hidden Spirit Sect with Spirit Cut.
After returning, Li Xingci had already told Xu Fan about the demonic cultivator elder who wanted to be his guardian.
Xu Fan had assured him that Spirit Cut was sincere and could be trusted.
With that reassurance, Li Xingci felt comfortable revealing the location of Hidden Spirit Island to Spirit Cut.
“Alright, I’ve got the location. I’ll head there soon. You can go back now,” Spirit Cut said, waving him off.
“Then I’ll take my leave,” Li Xingci said, bowing respectfully before departing.
After Li Xingci left, Spirit Cut looked up at the sky and called out, “Killer Hand, stop lurking. Want to come down for a drink?”
“No thanks. I’d rather fight than drink,” a voice, rough and simple like a farmer’s, replied.
“Let’s skip the fight. I’m practically a respected elder of your central continent now,” Spirit Cut said with a chuckle. He had no desire to tangle with a madman—such a fight would likely cost him half his life.
“Welcome,” the voice said before fading away.
“If I’d shown even a hint of killing intent toward that Core Formation junior earlier, that old fool would’ve jumped out to fight me,” Spirit Cut muttered, spitting on the ground.
Thirty thousand miles from Hidden Spirit Island, on a small island inhabited by mortals, a large spiritual boat from the Hidden Spirit Sect descended.
Xiong Li stepped off the boat, followed by several disciples skilled in formations and a squad of Transformation Stage puppets.
“Find the best spot to set up the teleportation formation. I’m going to wipe out that cultivation family,” Xiong Li said through clenched teeth.
Before arriving, he’d studied the crimes of the cultivation family on the island. In his eyes, their evil deeds deserved death a hundred times over.
In a crumbling mortal city, a young Golden Core cultivator stood before a group of pregnant women, his expression cold. “You must bear three children. Only then will your fourth child be allowed to live. Understood?”
“Immortal, I’ve explained all the rules to them. You can rest assured,” a mortal manager said.
“They’re all first-time mothers, and the quality of the fetuses and purple river carts is the best. You must ensure their safety,” the young Golden Core cultivator replied.
“Understood, understood,” the mortal supervisor said, wiping sweat from his brow.
At that moment, the pregnant women, soon to give birth, had eyes filled with terror, but more than that, they were resigned and numb. Their only hope was that their children would be born with spirit roots, giving their families a chance to rise in status.
Just then, Xiong Li descended from the sky, his furious gaze locked onto the young Golden Core cultivator before him.
“Where have you come from, taoist friend? Come with me to my family, and I’ll treat you well. My family’s Transformation God ancestor enjoys befriending talented youths.”
Seeing Xiong Li, the Golden Core cultivator remained calm, as such things were all too common in these lawless lands.
A giant hand fell from the sky, crushing the Golden Core youth into a bloody pulp.
“Tell the people in the city that an immortal is waiting outside the northern gate. He’ll take them to a paradise, a heavenly place,” Xiong Li instructed the supervisor.
“Understood, understood~~” the supervisor stammered, horrified as he stared at the bloody mess on the ground.
At that moment, a booming voice echoed from the sky, guiding the mortals to the teleportation formation.
“This trash is dealt with. The rest is up to you,” Xiong Li said, glancing at the giant peak not far outside the city, where the Transformation God ancestor resided.
By then, six Transformation Stage heavy armor puppets, each wielding a giant shield, had surrounded the palace atop the giant peak, awaiting Xiong Li’s arrival.
“May I ask which taoist friend is present? Please reveal yourself,” an elderly Transformation Stage cultivator said, his face pale with fear as he looked at the six puppets encircling the palace.
“How does the taste of fetal brain marrow suit you?” Xiong Li’s figure appeared outside the palace, flanked by four Transformation Stage heavy armor puppets.
Xiong Li’s gaze was icy as he stared at the elderly Transformation Stage cultivator. He had decided to deal with this elder, who was even more wicked than a demonic cultivator, in the same manner.
“I didn’t expect someone as righteous as you to appear in these chaotic seas,” the elderly Transformation Stage cultivator sneered.
Xiong Li ignored the elder’s words and looked up at the sky, muttering, “It should be arriving soon.”
At that moment, the six giant shield-wielding Transformation Stage puppets unleashed their power simultaneously, suppressing the elderly Transformation Stage cultivator.
Instantly, the elder’s body was immobilized, his thoughts the only thing left unsealed by the giant shields in the sky.
A disciple clad in the robes of the Hidden Spirit Sect landed outside the palace, riding a large red bird.
“Your Little Jiao isn’t fully healed yet,” Xiong Li asked.
“Almost. I’m letting it rest for a few more days,” Yu Qianshan replied, releasing a flock of birds with long, needle-like beaks.
“Senior Brother, I’ve fulfilled my mission. I found the marrow-eating birds for you,” Yu Qianshan said, his eyes turning cold.
He turned to the suppressed elder and said softly, “This group of Foundation Establishment Stage marrow-eating birds was specially prepared for you.”
“They’ll surely enjoy the brain marrow of a Transformation Stage cultivator,” Yu Qianshan added with a sinister tone.
At that moment, the elderly Transformation Stage cultivator, unable to speak, looked at Xiong Li and Yu Qianshan with eyes full of despair and confusion.
“Do you want to know why? Do you want to die with clarity?” Xiong Li asked, his gaze fixed on the elderly Transformation Stage cultivator.
