I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

Chapter 551: Chapter 549: Cleaning House _1

“Junior Brother Lu, you’re so naive, speaking of what’s befitting for a Righteous Path Cultivator. Who cares about right or wrong when there’s a chance to seize an opportunity?”

Chen Luo scoffed.

“Daoist Chen, why are you wasting time babbling with your fellow sect member in this place? We’re not far from the Black Demon Abyss. To avoid trouble from dallying around, it would be best to fight quickly and finish this.”

A deep voice echoed, followed by the hulking figure of a cultivator emerging quietly from behind Lu Xuan.

This cultivator looked ferocious but moved lightly as a swallow, without revealing any hint of his presence until he got close to Lu Xuan.

“Just kill him and then raid his storage bag.”

Looking at Lu Xuan, who was a Foundation Establishment Mid-term, contempt flickered in his eyes.

“I was worried that we wouldn’t find the ancient book inside Junior Brother’s storage bag, and soul searching could risk losing related information if we’re not careful. Hence, I chose to demand it from Junior Brother first.”

“However, looking at Junior Brother Lu’s resistance, it seems he’s not going to hand over the book willingly. In that case, we’ll just have to resort to forced soul searching.”

Chen Luo’s spiritual power fluctuated wildly, the flashy lines on his face shifting constantly.

“Daoist Zheng, you have a sturdy flesh body and are adept at tracking. If my little Junior Brother escapes, I would appreciate it if you managed to capture him.”

This large and burly cultivator, like him, was also a Foundation Establishment Perfect cultivator. As a physical cultivator, his flesh body was incredibly strong.

The two of them seemed to completely disregard Lu Xuan, discussing their plans casually as if he were not there.

Lu Xuan slightly lowered his head, staring at his own toes, silent, with sword talismans build up in his sleeves.

Appearing like a helpless lamb ready for slaughter.

“Senior Brother Chen, you’ve conspired with outsiders, planning to kill a fellow sect member and snatch his treasures. Your crimes are unpardonable.”

“Today, I shall discipline you on behalf of our Uncle Master from the Disciplinary Hall.”

He suddenly lifted his head, stating this with determination.

“Hmm… ”

“Junior Brother Lu, you’re really entertaining. Maybe you should consider closing your soul sea first. You’re about to experience the agony of soul eradication.”

Chen Luo seemed to find Lu Xuan amusing, let out a chuckle, and lightly patted a black Spirit Beast Bag attached to his belt.

“Buzzing!”

A swarm of fierce-looking giant wasps rapidly flew out. These wasps had sharp fangs and a dark stinger on their backs; they were clearly poisonous.

Every giant wasp had the strength of a third-rank Demonic Beast. As a large group, their buzzing was deafening as they attacked Lu Xuan.

The noise made Lu Xuan feel dizzy and lack energy.

“What are you buzzing for?!”

Lu Xuan yelled, opening his mouth to reveal a semi-transparent pearl deep within his throat. Ripples emanated from it, transforming into a resounding dragon roar.

“Roar!”

He had dealt with Flood Dragons many times, and the Mirage Sound Pearl had recorded their roars. It now sounded like a real high-ranked Flood Dragon was roaring in fury. The rolling sound waves, turbulent like stormy waves, scattered the swarm of giant wasps.

Even Chen Luo and his companion at a distance were significantly affected, their internal spiritual power churning.

“My Spirit Bugs!”

Seeing that his carefully nurtured giant wasps were defeated in one blow by Lu Xuan, Chen Luo was inconsolable. He let out a bizarre hissing sound, attempting to call back the wasps.

“Hmph!”

With a cold grunt from Lu Xuan, a thin rift suddenly appeared in mid-air, from which a huge, grayish-white eye sprung out, coldly staring at Chen Luo and his companion on the ground, as well as their swarm of bees.

The space in front of the two men and their Demon Insects was suddenly filled with a multitude of illusions.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Lu Xuan turned his Wind-Thunder Sword into a flash of black light which streaked through the swarm of giant bees. Arcs of electricity danced and scorched insect bodies started falling to the ground.

Caught in the illusion, the two Foundation Establishment Perfect cultivators sensed danger, and quickly used their means to restore their clarity of mind.

“You’ve hidden your abilities so well!”

A trace of fear flashed in Chen Luo’s eyes. He initially thought that dealing with Lu Xuan — merely a Foundation Establishment Mid-term cultivator with little combat experience — would be a walk in the park, considering his own state of Foundation Establishment Perfect Realm. Unexpectedly, with just a single confrontation, Lu Xuan’s mystic echo of the dragon’s cry eradicated the giant bee spirit insects that he had raised for many years with a thunderous method.

Moreover, that unusual eye pupil could instantly draw two Foundation Establishment Perfect Realm cultivators into endless illusions.

Reminded of this, he exchanged a glance with the other fierce cultivator. Their perception of Lu Xuan’s threat level immediately soared to the highest level.

A vibrantly patterned image detached itself from Chen Luo’s face to merge with the air. Lu Xuan’s keen spiritual sense perceived an unusual presence in his surroundings, as though an invisible venomous snake was lurking in the darkness and spying on him.

As for the other towering cultivator, his body was swelling and in a flash he transformed into a giant two zhang high. His entire body was full of knotted muscles, a fiery red shade, emanating the hot steamy energy.

Lava-like boiling liquid flowed down his fists, as if a single punch could pulverize a mountain peak.

“A Transparent Demon Beast?”

Lu Xuan had a thought, and a banner full of countless filthy objects appeared in his hand. From it, filthy fume and dirt gushed out, staining a whole area into a world of filthiness.

A transparent snake appeared under the pollution of the Wan Hui Banner.

“Go, long spear!”

Just in the instant when the transparent snake revealed itself, the White Bone Demon Puppet in Lu Xuan’s hand transformed into a long spear and rapidly extended, running through the transparent snake.

At this moment, his spiritual sense sensed a terrible figure suddenly coming in front of him. A fiery red fist, like a mountain’s pressure, directly smashed toward Lu Xuan’s head.

“Come on!”

Instead of advancing, Lu Xuan retreated. All the muscles in his body turned into crystal clear jade color, blocking the fiery red giant fist. Under the impact of the tremendous force, nearby rocks collapsed one after another, and trees were toppled.

“A Mystical Sound Wave Treasure, an eye pupil, two high-grade perverse Magic Artifacts, and he can even block the body cultivation of a Foundation Establishment Perfect Realm with just his physical body!”

“What kind of monster is this?!”

Chen Luo was horrified and bewildered. In the blink of an eye, he made the right decision.

A gigantic Four-Winged Demon Bird appeared under his feet. He jumped onto it and without worrying about the muscular Zheng in a fight with Lu Xuan, he turned into a streak of light, escaping to several tens of zhang in an instant.

How could Lu Xuan let him escape? With a thought, a silver white cone stinger appeared in front of him, locking onto Chen Luo, who was fleeing away, as his target. The Soul Piercing Needle turned into a silver white light that was several times faster than the Demon Bird, and went into Chen Luo’s sea of consciousness.

Chen Luo only felt as if a sharp spike had fiercely plunged into his sea of consciousness, stirring it up vigorously.

As if his divine soul was being pierced, he stiffened with pain and fell from the Demon Bird.

As soon as he launched the Soul Piercing Needle, Lu Xuan had already summoned the surge of green light from his Qing Helved Shoes, teleporting himself in front of Chen Luo in a flash.

Before Chen Luo could recover from the tremendous pain in his divine soul, a golden broad sword appeared in Lu Xuan’s hand. With a flash of the sword light, it was as if a shadow of a peacock skimmed past Chen Luo’s neck.

A head rolled to the ground.

A four-armed Bodhisattva shadow appeared on the blade of the Peacock King Sword, solemn and dignified, as if it was delivering the soul of the deceased to the afterlife.