Clan Cultivation: My Intelligence Updated Daily

Chapter 253 The Fisherman Reaps the Benefit

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"Hehe, they've finally started fighting!"

Hiding in the shadows, Zhang Lingyu watched the five people fighting and chuckled to himself, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

His original intention was not to fight the five people, but to take advantage of the chaos to get his hands on all the pills. He was extremely nervous when he saw the Jiang surname cultivator preparing to put the pills away.

At that point, he will have no choice but to fight back.

Furthermore, he also wanted to thank the cultivator surnamed Wang.

At first, Zhang Lingyu thought that with Fan Ya's suppression, a fight was unlikely to break out. Who would have thought that he would actually dare to disregard his senior brother's orders and make a reckless move.

Of course, he also saw this as necessary.

In the path of cultivation, one must strive. If a great opportunity is presented to you and you don't seize it, others will laugh at you.

If you don't compete, you'll fall far behind others, and when they turn around and beat you up, you won't even know how you died.

In the cultivation world, all those Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators were fought for, and even fellow disciples who blocked their path were killed without hesitation.

Just as the cultivator surnamed Wang said, if there were one less person on their side, the two cultivators surnamed Jiang would have made their move long ago. How could they be so polite to them?

"Sigh, Fan Ya is quite capable, but unfortunately he's not decisive enough."

"This person must have cultivated within a sect since childhood, lacking much experience in worldly affairs. As a result, their personality... is really not well-suited for cultivating immortality."

Because his junior brother suddenly attacked, Fan Ya had no choice but to step forward and block the Jiang surname cultivator. Since they were both cultivators from the immortal sect and his own side was in the wrong first, he initially only neutralized the opponent's moves and did not have a strong desire to attack.

This emboldened the cultivator surnamed Jiang to become increasingly ruthless, until he himself sustained some injuries, at which point he began to take the fight seriously and gradually gained the upper hand.

On the other hand, every move was aimed at the fatal spot; it was a fight to the death.

Zhang Lingyu looked at the pile of jade bottles, suppressed his inner desire, and continued to observe the situation. The struggle had only just begun, and it was far too early for him to reveal himself.

However, he couldn't just stand by and watch; he had to add fuel to the fire and speed things up.

With a gentle tap on the spirit insect pouch, several Thousand-Faced Illusion Butterflies fluttered their wings and flew out, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

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"Fellow Daoist Jiang, things have developed to this point, there is no turning back. Abandon the pills and leave now, and I guarantee your lives will be safe."

In the center of the battlefield, Fan Ya swung his spear, deflecting an oncoming sword, and then swiftly swept the spear across the Jiang-surnamed cultivator, causing him to cough up blood and stagger backward.

As the person with the highest cultivation level here, he could suppress his opponent even without using his full strength. If he didn't care about feelings, he would probably have killed him long ago.

But every move he made just now was aimed at his vital points, which successfully angered him. He entered the Spirit Puppet Sect to seek opportunities, and it's not time for that yet, so how could he get injured like this?

The two then engaged in a fierce exchange. That last shot could have been fatal, but he held back.

There was no other reason than that it was ultimately their own fault, which made them feel somewhat guilty.

"Fan Ya, why are you putting on such a hypocritical act? If you truly didn't want to break ties, you should have stopped your two junior brothers long ago, instead of turning your swords against me."

"What you say is true, fellow Daoist, but I cannot simply stand by and watch you kill my junior brother!"

"Heh, so you've finally shown your true colors. If you wanted to keep the pills for yourself, just say so. Why did you have your junior brother cover for you? It's disgusting!"

"you!"

These words caused Fan Ya's expression to change several times. He asked himself if he really wanted to keep the pill for himself. After all, it was a top-grade fourth-rank pill, and anyone would be tempted by it. However, he restrained himself for the sake of his so-called pride.

However, his junior brother's actions undoubtedly revealed his true intentions; otherwise, he would have only severely injured the other party.

Perhaps feeling that he couldn't explain it clearly, or perhaps wanting to eliminate the problem completely, he said softly, "Since you don't appreciate my kindness, don't blame me for being impolite."

There's no other reason than that the matter has dragged on long enough, and if it's not resolved soon, other cultivators will definitely arrive, and then we really won't be able to leave.

"Okay, okay!"

Upon hearing this, the cultivator surnamed Jiang laughed loudly, his suppressed blood surging forth again, only to be forcibly suppressed once more. He glanced at the various jade bottles scattered in the distance, his face hardening, and chuckled, "You want the Yuanming Breaking Restriction Pill?"

Go eat shit!

Having said that, he flung out all the talismans from his sleeve, but unfortunately, he was a beat too slow, and all of his attacks were blocked.

"court death!"

Fan Ya's eyes widened in anger. How could he not know what the other party was thinking? He had been on guard for a long time. Now, he was no longer as indecisive as before. He thrust his spear straight at the chest of the cultivator surnamed Wang.

The cultivator surnamed Wang showed no fear as he looked at the swaying spear. Instead, he suddenly spat out three small needles that he had been holding in his mouth for a long time. These needles were imbued with his blood essence, making them much more powerful.

Three blood needles were aimed directly at Fan Ya's brow, but he narrowly dodged them. Unexpectedly, they swiftly turned in mid-air, breaking through his robes and disappearing into his back.

The intense stinging pain made him groan, but his hand continued moving, though it also veered off course, only piercing through his shoulder.

The two retreated simultaneously, each kneeling on the ground panting, when suddenly they heard a scream and quickly turned their gaze away.

The cultivator surnamed Li lay on the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, his face full of resentment, dead beyond any doubt. Wang and Lin stood staggering to the side, covered in blood, panting heavily.

The cultivator surnamed Lin was in a worse state, currently undergoing reattachment of his severed left hand.

With their combined efforts, the two actually managed to kill a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Senior brother, I'm here to help you!"

Seeing the Jiang-surnamed cultivator in the distance who was also seriously injured, the Wang-surnamed cultivator was overjoyed. As long as he dealt with this person, the item would be his.

Unexpectedly, he had just taken a step when he suddenly stopped, shifting his gaze to a certain place, a look of surprise slowly rising on his face, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

Everyone followed his gaze to the warehouse entrance, where wisps of black mist were drifting in from outside. The mist grew thicker and thicker, eventually filling the entire warehouse.

Following them came all sorts of hideous ghosts, which roamed freely in the black mist, emitting eerie cackling laughter, their eyes never leaving the four people present.

Fan Ya couldn't help but shiver; he knew exactly what it was.

Ghosts.

They indicate that the previous demonic cultivator did not leave, but remained hidden in the shadows, intending to make them kill each other so that he could profit from it.

As if to verify his intuition, a man in a blood-red robe slowly walked in through the outer door, with a banner standing beside him from which the black mist and ghosts emerged.

Not only that, but a large number of dark creatures flew out from his waist, surrounding the place completely with the ghosts.

This person was none other than Zhang Lingyu.

He glanced at everyone and said with a smile, "Thank you all, fellow Daoists. I'll reluctantly accept these pills."

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