Chapter 112
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Chapter 112: Condensed Essence Pursuit
“Crackle, crackle…” As the electric light flashed, the Condensed Essence Stage practitioner found no escape in the narrow tunnel and could only raise his magical artifact mirror shield to block the attack.
Li Hui quickly floated backward; the Green Wood Eight Trigram Shield up front managed to absorb the almost surprise attack, but the silver snake bracelet had already exerted a lot of energy. Now, it was wildly stimulating the Thunderbolt Whip, but its enhancement ability was significantly reduced.
“Fatty, you and Qiniang go back the way you came,” Li Hui shouted behind him. To shake off this Condensed Essence Stage practitioner, he needed to head into more dangerous terrain; even the Yin-Yang Nine Heads would become a burden. The gap in their cultivation levels was too significant, and they had only managed to hold on thanks to the power of the artifacts.
“Watch out, old man!” Chef Zhao and Huo Qiniang realized their efforts wouldn’t help. They had no concept of a Condensed Essence Stage practitioner, but they could see that the enemy was overwhelmingly terrifying. Despite their legs shaking, they persisted in fleeing, knowing that staying could mean being easily dealt with.
Li Hui flicked his wrist and unleashed another strike with the whip, seizing the opportunity to retreat from the narrow tunnel. Horns sprouted quickly from his forehead as he went over the escape route he had seen through the magical dragon eyes, calculating his path within mere moments.
“Ah! Kid, you’ve really angered me.”
The Condensed Essence practitioner seethed. This little punk dared to act recklessly in front of him, like receiving a hard slap to the face. Usually, exterminating such small figures was as easy as squashing an ant, but today he hadn’t succeeded yet. If word got out, he would be the laughingstock!
For the sake of survival, many people could unleash boundless potential. Li Hui was one of those people, and so were Chef Zhao and Huo Qiniang.
The two burdens retreated at lightning speed, even surprising Li Hui with their newfound speed. As the formidable enemy closed in again, he hastily performed hand seals to stoke the Thunderbolt Whip, shattering over a thousand talismans that flew forward, instantly drowning him in thunder.
“Come back!” Li Hui used the Cloud-Brush Dragon Claw Technique to send the Yin-Yang Nine Heads into his bag of treasures. Suddenly, a mysterious arch appeared behind him, and he dashed off with his Ideal Body.
“Brat, don’t think you can escape from the hands of Xia Qinghou!”
It turned out this Condensed Essence Stage practitioner was named Xia Qinghou. If Li Hui was familiar with the Purple Gray Sect, he would be shocked by this name—it belonged to the fourth true disciple, a proud genius who began to condense his spiritual sense in the mid-Condensed Essence stage.
Using the Thunderbolt Whip as a price, Li Hui gained ten moments to quickly pass through three tunnels, entering a cave with numerous exits. Without hesitation, he rushed down the left path, where the smell of corpse energy was thick.
“Kid, you’re fast, but you don’t know that when it comes to speed, I rank in the top five of the Purple Gray Sect.” Xia Qinghou boasted proudly, believing a tiny ant was still an ant. Dodging a chase once didn’t mean he could dodge it a second time.
“Old man, I’ve never heard of the Purple Gray Sect. Not even a small Spirit Motion practitioner like me can be defeated by you and your sect. You can go to hell!” Li Hui replied with arrogance, chuckling at the end, infuriating Xia Qinghou further and igniting his furious pursuit.
As they raced down the tunnel, the path dropped sharply, and the smell of corpses grew even stronger. Xia Qinghou began to sense something was off.
At that moment, Li Hui fell from above; the depth below was unfathomable, and the surroundings were murky. He quickly raised a head and rode it upward.
Moments later, Xia Qinghou fell into the cave entrance. However, a faint light flickered at his brow, anchoring his body in the air, sending out ripples that swiftly locked onto the Yin-Yang Nine Heads, chasing them down.
“Stinky brat, where do you think you’re running?” Two hundred zhang apart, a terrifying pulling force shot through the air, attempting to draw Li Hui in.
“Ice Tooth Shield, speed up, speed up!” Another artifact exploded, raising a half-foot-thick ice dome. Xia Qinghou grabbed a handful of ice shards, yelling in frustration, while feeling perplexed by how the kid had so many artifacts.
Li Hui was nearly empting the reserves of talismans his sect had given him. The Sharp Gold Swords and Ice Tooth Shield were the most abundant and could be discarded at any moment for self-preservation.
However, after a series of uses, the enhancement from the silver snake bracelet weakened further. To unleash artifacts again, he needed to infuse additional spiritual energy. He took out two Spirit Nurturing Pills and popped them in his mouth, crunching them like candy.
“Come here!”
Xia Qinghou struck again, but Li Hui had long been prepared! He promptly shattered an Ice Tooth Shield, causing the towering Condensed Essence Stage practitioner to again clutch a handful of ice shards.
“Brat, brat, brat! I want to see how many artifacts you can break!”
“Calm down; you should consider how to deal with the corpse moths down here!” Li Hui smacked the massive head beneath him firmly, causing five golden lotus Dharma clouds to surge forth.
Having not seen the Dharma clouds for days, they appeared like a shock to him. They had expanded from the size of a washbasin to golden lotus platforms, looking magnificent and solemn, emitting golden light constantly.
Despite being small lotus platforms, each was as large as four or five washbasins, and the giant head fanned its ears rapidly, hastily concealing the demonic energy. A chant resonated from the large head, more lively than the morning class at a temple.
Li Hui was too focused to notice anything else. Though he appeared calm on the surface, he secretly had his heart in his throat, silently praying, “Dao Ancestor and Buddha, please bless me! I am your disciple, and this guy behind me only bullies the weak. You need to open your eyes; please love the handsome disciple! Isn’t this a world that values appearances? I’m definitely more charming than that guy behind!”
Xia Qinghou was infuriated! Never had he seen such an outrageous Spirit Motion stage practitioner. Suddenly, he felt the air tremble, and a dangerous warning resonated in his spiritual sense.
From nowhere, countless massive corpse moths flew in, their wings covered in corpse spots. As hundreds of thousands of pairs of wings flapped, a tidal wave of corpse energy surged forward, blocking all spiritual energy and creating a horrific corrosion.
“Damn it, so many corpse moths?” Xia Qinghou raised his magical artifact mirror shield, using its front as a reflective surface. Infusing elemental energy, he exploded with light, quickly scanning his surroundings. After just one sweep, countless corpse moths turned into ashes.
“Goodness!” Li Hui slapped the massive head forcefully, thinking, “Why are you flying so slowly?” He had chosen to escape here because those little things feared Buddhist light. However, they had no mercy for practitioners, charging in like moths to a flame. Xia Qinghou’s magical artifact was so powerful, proving it was a different concept from ordinary artifacts.
“Ha ha ha, do you really think relying on these corpse moths will allow you to escape from my grasp?” Xia Qinghou activated the mirror light again, and under its beam, swathes of corpse moths disintegrated into ash, leaving no obstruction between the two.
Li Hui cursed, “Damn it.”
Out of the blue, phantoms of countless stone mountains appeared overhead, crashing down toward Xia Qinghou. Even with his magical artifact mirror shield in hand, he was caught off guard and took a blow.
It was the might of the strongest artifact Li Hui acquired from the sect’s war chariot, forged from numerous seven-pattern talismans and crafted with an immeasurable amount of effort. Even in the Jade Symbol Sect, which specialized in talisman methods, such an artifact was rare.
With Xia Qinghou’s cultivation level, he could normally catch up to Li Hui with just a few steps; however, he was now disrupted. As he steadied his form, even more corpse moths swarmed in, and no matter how powerful his mirror shield was, he couldn’t kill them all. But thinking of blocking him? That would underestimate a Condensed Essence practitioner.
