Chapter 79: Rainy Night Pursuit by the Old Daoist – Silent Barrage of Talismanic Destruction
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The aura was vile—reeking of evil, rot, and filth.
It surged forward with abandon, carried by the howling wind and heavy downpour.
Yu Xian stopped in his tracks, frowning as he looked behind him.
Boom… boom…
BOOM!
What sounded like thunder was, in fact, the trembling of the earth—heavy footsteps shaking the forest.
From the dim depths of the storm-drenched woods, a massive shadow lumbered forward.
“I’ve refined many corpses over the years,”
a grating voice came through the storm,
“and because corpse qi entered my body, it became nearly impossible to have children. Over the decades, I caused the deaths of over a thousand women before I finally managed to sire a son and leave a bloodline behind for my Zhang family. At least then, I could face my ancestors with a clear conscience…”
As lightning split the sky, Yu Xian saw the monstrous figure clearly:
It was a giant zombie, over two zhang (7 meters) tall, its entire body covered in purple corpse scales, clad in bronze armor, with a hideous green face and fanged mouth—a Purple Corpse Iron-Armored Zombie.
Its power had reached mid-Foundation Establishment.
And sitting cross-legged on its shoulder was a skinny, gray-haired old man with dull white eyes—an unmistakable early Foundation Establishment cultivator.
His expression was indifferent, but his aura was dense and oppressive—three parts human, seven parts corpse.
He stared coldly at Yu Xian and said:
“But now, my one and only bloodline has been slain by you. Luckily, my corpse has the ability to track spiritual qi, so I chased you across four hundred li to finally stop you here. Now, in front of me, tell me—do you think you deserve to—huh!?”
Before the old man could even finish his sentence—
Yu Xian raised his hand!
Four beams of light streaked out with terrifying power, striking instantly under the cover of the pouring rain!
Simultaneously, Yu Xian formed hand seals.
Rain bolsters divine might—Water Dragon Whirl!
BOOM!
The four talismans were each equivalent to an early Golden Core attack!
Flames, lightning, and explosive radiance filled the sky.
Even though the old Daoist reacted quickly and ducked behind the zombie, the blast still sent both of them flying—bodies trembling violently.
The Purple Corpse Iron-Armored Zombie—normally impervious to tier-three magic tools and capable of brushing off Foundation Establishment attacks—was blown apart into chunks of rotten flesh, exposing jagged bones.
ROAR!!
The Water Dragon Whirl formed with the help of the storm, and though Yu Xian was only at the peak of Qi Condensation, this attack carried the aura of a Foundation Establishment blow.
But ultimately, Yu Xian had not truly broken through. The damage, while significant, wasn’t enough.
The old Daoist only suffered minor injuries.
Yu Xian’s eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand once more!
In the blink of an eye, dozens of brilliant lights flew out—
Each one a talisman imbued with the power of a late Foundation Establishment attack!
“What!!?”
The old Daoist’s eyes went wide with panic as the talismans rained down like shooting stars.
“How do you have so many talismans!?”
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The earth quaked.
Dozens of talismans erupted into dazzling light and roaring explosions.
The zombie didn’t even have a chance to react—it was vaporized into a cloud of blood and meat.
The old Daoist’s body glowed—a tier-four lower-grade defensive armor emerged. He furiously formed hand seals to strengthen his defenses.
But these were not ordinary attacks.
They were dozens of late-Foundation talismans—far beyond the power of the initial four Golden Core equivalents!
His screams of disbelief and despair echoed as he struggled to resist, never expecting this “sword cultivator” who killed his son would be so terrifying.
He thought Yu Xian was just a junior from the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect, and hadn’t dared to act too rashly—he was just trying to probe.
But Yu Xian’s sudden eruption of power left him utterly defenseless.
This wasn’t fighting with talismans—it was burying someone in spiritual stones!
And he had no counter!
As a wandering Foundation cultivator, the old Daoist had built the Rain Mountain Temple in Tianhe County, expanding his power by recruiting disciples and robbing lone cultivators.
His entire wealth had only afforded him two tier-four treasures and a few pills.
Where would he ever get so many high-grade talismans!?
Each of these talismans was worth thousands of spirit stones!
Who the hell is this kid!?
But Yu Xian gave him no time to think.
Seeing the old Daoist staggering, bleeding, his defenses flickering and nearly broken—Yu Xian’s eyes gleamed with cold light.
So that’s the strength of a Foundation Establishment cultivator…
This old bastard is still standing after all that?
If he let him recover, the Foundation expert would be able to kite him to death using superior speed and spells.
No chance!
Yu Xian raised his hand once more.
Whoooosh!
Another wave of thirty talismans, each imbued with late-Foundation power, shot out like shooting stars!
“WHAT!? THERE’S MORE!?”
The old Daoist nearly fainted.
From the moment he lost the initiative, Yu Xian had not given him a single chance to retaliate.
No chanting. No talking. Just one-sided punishment.
The second barrage exploded across his body.
His tier-four armor reached its limit and dimmed completely.
His defensive spells were shattered.
He had no chance to respond—just as the bombardment ended, a cold voice rang out:
“Die.”
Yu Xian, worried the old Daoist might somehow survive, pressed his two fingers together.
CLANG!
The Bi Ling Sword shot forward with a cry, its sharp aura slicing through the rainstorm—
Though a tier-four high-grade flying sword, it could only exert five to six tenths of its full power in Yu Xian’s hands.
But that was enough.
The old Daoist’s armor—already devastated from dozens of talismans—only retained a sliver of defense.
The sword pierced his chest clean through!
“A sword cultivator… who are you really!?”
The old man roared in fury and despair.
But Foundation stage cultivators, though strengthened by heaven and earth, still lacked immortal bodies. Their flesh, while tougher, could still be pierced.
Yu Xian didn’t stop.
He spun the sword back—again and again—through his opponent’s chest and back.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Blood mixed with rainwater, the old man’s already withered body now even more frail and broken.
His entire chest was mangled—shredded by the sword.
He coughed up blood and organ fragments, eyes dull and lifeless, as he collapsed backward into the mud.
Dead.
A Foundation Establishment cultivator—killed in three seconds by an overwhelming rain of talismans and a final sword strike.
If only he hadn’t wasted time talking…
If only he’d struck first…
But a lion should go all out even against a rabbit. Since he intended to kill—he should’ve just done it.
Yu Xian stood silently as the storm raged.
The purple zombie had been blown to pieces, and now, the old Daoist lay dead.
Only then did Yu Xian exhale deeply.
So this… is a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Truly terrifying.
If he hadn’t been carrying so many talismans, then even with his Bi Ling Sword and Spirit Shield, he would’ve been no match.
The gap between major realms really is hard to cross!
How do those so-called geniuses even manage it? Qi Condensation slaying Foundation, Foundation slaying Core… what kind of monsters are they?
Yu Xian stepped forward, retrieved the now-shrunken tier-four armor, and took the old Daoist’s storage pouch.
Then, without another word, he turned and left quickly.
This battle had taught him just how difficult it was to kill a Foundation expert.
In the future, if he ever encountered one again—he’d be even more cautious.
Avoid them if possible.
If provoked, flee with everything he had.
Never fight if he didn’t have to.
He still had some talismans left—but how long would they last?
And before reaching the White Cloud Sect, he had no way to replenish them.
He would have to grow through battle.
Yu Xian now understood the difference in power, and more importantly—what he needed to do next.
Without a sound, he vanished into the storm.
