Chapter 90: How Strong Is Wood-Type Magic? Let’s See After the Kill.
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Throughout the city of Qingquan, cultivators were clashing nonstop.
At first glance, it might seem like cultivators were the most miserable—slaughtering each other in brutal battles.
But in truth, the ones who suffered the most…
Were the hundreds of thousands of ordinary mortals living within the city.
Without spiritual roots, mortals had once been protected under Qingquan City’s rules and laws.
Back then, even commoners dared to drink with cultivators, go toe-to-toe in arguments, and hold their heads high.
Because they knew—
The rules protected them.
The Lu family’s law enforced it.
If cultivators killed indiscriminately or bullied the weak, the Lu clan wouldn’t stand by.
So, mortals had no fear.
But now…
With chaos reigning in the city, the rules were meaningless, and the laws a joke—
The defenseless mortals had once again become ants.
Laws and rules may appear to restrict common people,
But in reality, they bind the powerful, the ambitious, and the cunning.
So, if you ever hear a fool say, “Ugh, rules and laws are so annoying—we’d be better off without them,”
Just smile and move on. Don’t argue.
Because that person doesn’t understand:
Without rules and laws, he would be the first to be crushed under the boots of the strong.
When the world is in chaos, it is never a celebration for ordinary people.
They become nothing more than meat on the table.
Now, countless low-level cultivators—Qi Condensation early and mid-stage—were robbing mortals who had anything valuable.
Some were beaten, others killed on the spot.
Wealthy homes were invaded, and beautiful women dragged away under the pretense of “revenge against the Lu clan”—
But all of it was just indulging personal lust and greed.
Others remembered that some families possessed family heirlooms.
Before, they hadn’t dared touch them under the city’s rules—
But now?
They stormed in, slaughtered the entire household, and took what they wanted.
Their behavior… was no different from demonic cultivators.
But—
So long as you didn’t use demonic arts,
No one would care if you looted or killed.
This was the true cultivation world.
Yu Xian, no longer needing to lead the Cloud Heron, moved much faster.
Being at the peak of Qi Condensation, no one dared mess with him.
He made his way back to the southern district with ease.
“Hahaha! You think you two can kill me?!”
From several hundred meters away, a manic laugh echoed.
Yu Xian looked up.
Lu Mian stood with a nine-ringed saber spinning around him, glowing with spiritual energy—clearly a top-tier third-grade treasure.
With his saber dancing, his spiritual energy surged.
His hand gestures summoned spell after spell in a constant stream.
The two men fighting him—each using different techniques—couldn’t gain the upper hand, even together.
Despite Lu Mian being seriously injured!
Clearly, he was a true genius, nurtured by the Lu clan.
Much stronger than your average rogue cultivator.
But the two attackers were relentless.
They had painstakingly cultivated to reach peak Qi Condensation.
Their target had always been Lu Mian.
They had planned to ambush him outside the city,
But with the chaos in Qingquan, the opportunity came sooner—
They wouldn’t let him go!
“You must die today! You’ll be buried with our sister!!”
The two roared, eyes burning with rage.
One summoned a giant fire sickle.
The other whipped around massive vine tendrils.
“Wood-element spells, huh…”
Yu Xian watched, eyes narrowing slightly.
Over the years, he had rarely seen or used wood-type spells.
Why?
Because wood wasn’t the best at anything.
It didn’t attack like Fire, Lightning, or Metal.
It wasn’t as sturdy as Earth or Metal.
It wasn’t as healing as Water.
Wood was mediocre across the board.
So, very few people bothered to cultivate it.
The only wood spell Yu Xian had learned was Lesser Wood Spirit from the Minor Five Elements—
It could attack, defend, or heal, but not well.
So he’d stopped training it and never encountered any better wood techniques since.
It was like wood-type spells had been long forgotten—
Rarely studied, rarely passed on.
But now, watching that one cultivator fighting Lu Mian with his giant vines,
Yu Xian’s eyes glinted.
“Maybe… wood magic isn’t that weak after all?”
“What the hell are you talking about!? Some bullshit about a sister? I’ve never ambushed anyone in my life!”
Lu Mian sneered loudly.
“But even if you’re wrong, you’ve made me your enemy now!”
“Still pretending?!”
One of the men roared.
“You think we’re guessing!? We were only a hundred meters away that day—we saw you kill her with our own eyes!! You bastard!!”
Lu Mian’s face twitched—then he laughed again.
“How ridiculous! That fourth-grade Tiger-patterned Gallbladder Grass was a gift from the heavens.
Your sister didn’t know her place—she refused to sell it for eight thousand spirit stones!?
She was asking to die!
Serves her right!”
“AHHHHH!!”
“DIE!!”
The two went berserk.
Their hatred ignited as they threw everything at Lu Mian.
Lu Mian narrowed his eyes.
He hadn’t reached the inner city earlier because one of the eleven cultivators had ambushed him.
As a result, he was still seriously wounded.
If he had been in top shape, these two would’ve been easily killed already.
But now, he was barely holding on—
And the longer it dragged, the worse it got.
His chances of victory dropped with every second.
“Screw it! You two dogs are lucky today—you get to enjoy my life-saving talisman.
I was saving this for a Foundation Establishment enemy!”
With that, Lu Mian gritted his teeth and raised his hand.
A fierce light burst from his eyes.
At that moment—
A brilliant explosion of fire lit the sky.
A booming sound roared out like thunder.
Yu Xian’s expression remained calm, eyes flickering slightly.
He recognized the energy instantly—
A talisman infused with the full-strength strike of a Core Formation early-stage cultivator.
A family-backed genius like Lu Mian naturally carried such protective items.
Some might carry Foundation Establishment mid-stage talismans.
Stronger ones would have Core Formation early-stage talismans.
If they were truly favored or wealthy, they might even carry Core mid-stage talismans.
As for those two rogue cultivators—
They had nothing.
They couldn’t afford it.
Even a Foundation Establishment late-stage talisman cost 2–3,000 spirit stones.
Core talismans? Even more—easily 5,000 or more.
Those two had only recently reached peak Qi Condensation.
They hadn’t even had time to build a fortune.
So when Lu Mian released his talisman,
Their faces instantly turned pale!
They had no way to block it.
“Big Brother!”
The vine-wielding man suddenly rushed forward to shield his comrade.
“Second Brother, what are you doing!?”
“Avenge me and our sister!!”
He roared and charged into the blast.
BOOM!!
Blood and fire erupted.
That man gave his life to destroy the talisman strike.
“BASTARD!!”
The shockwave blew both Lu Mian and the remaining brother backward.
The survivor, his face twisted with fury, screamed as he lunged at Lu Mian.
Yu Xian, meanwhile, looked calmly at the storage pouch falling from the sky.
Storage pouches were hard to make, and their defensive power was decent.
Unless smashed by Core mid-stage or stronger force, they wouldn’t break.
Otherwise, no one would use them in combat—they’d all be destroyed too easily.
Lu Mian’s face changed slightly.
He gritted his teeth and released another talisman!
This one—
A Foundation Establishment late-stage strike!
No more tricks or secrets—
Kill them, then find a place to heal. That was all that mattered now.
The city was in chaos.
Experts from the Tianyuan Sword Sect were closing in.
Enemies of the Lu family lurked everywhere.
Those of the Lu clan who weren’t in the inner city were likely doomed.
He had to escape—now.
“DIE!!”
The surviving brother, burning with flame, launched the Fire Sickle Technique to the limit.
He didn’t even try to dodge the oncoming late-stage Foundation talisman.
All he could see was Lu Mian.
Even if he died, he would drag Lu Mian to hell with him.
BOOM!
The explosion consumed everything in flame and blood.
Lu Mian’s eyes lit up—
“Yes! Die, all of you! The three of you can keep each other company in death!”
But the next instant—
His expression froze.
Amid the fire and smoke,
a charred, skinless figure—barely human—emerged, howling in rage and pain, its bones exposed.
It lunged at Lu Mian with flaming hatred!
Even Yu Xian furrowed his brows, sighing softly.
The hatred is so deep…
It gave him the strength to delay death.
Driven by pure willpower, the man hadn’t died—
Not until he reached Lu Mian.
“AAHHHH!!”
His burned face, barely more than bone and sinew, opened wide—
And bit into Lu Mian’s neck with terrifying force.
Lu Mian panicked.
The terror made him tremble all over.
He screamed, struggling wildly, smashing his fists into the charred body until it shattered.
But—
The man had torn out a huge chunk of Lu Mian’s neck.
Blood gushed like a fountain.
He clutched his throat in panic, his eyes filled with fear.
It was the most horrifying moment of his life.
He tried to stop the bleeding with spiritual energy,
Clenching his jaw, he aimed to flee and heal.
But before he could land—
Suddenly, his soul shrieked in alarm.
His entire body felt like it had been dropped into an icy abyss.
From a corner of the alley…
A whirling water dragon came roaring toward him!
