Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 623 - 618: Courage IV

Chapter 623: Chapter 618: Courage IV

"I just discovered that my Bloodline Power is quite effective against these snowmen," Lin Xin said, not waiting for Feng Huai to ask, but speaking up on his own initiative.

"Bloodline Power... it seems this place doesn’t forbid the use of Bloodline Abilities. With Brother Lin’s assistance, our chances of victory should greatly increase," Feng Huai said, fully relieved.

"This kind of power from Brother Lin, it must be the rumored Purifying Force, right?" the deputy Zheng Rong remarked with emotion.

The snowmen that had previously chased them everywhere, forcing them to flee in all directions, were effortlessly annihilated in their encounter. The contrast was stark.

Indeed, it’s no surprise that he’s the third True Transmission of the Qing Shan realm...

The other team members also felt a significant relief.

Having a means to truly threaten the snowmen, everyone felt a surge of security.

"With Brother Lin’s help on this journey, it’s truly my lucky streak that hasn’t run out!" Feng Huai burst into laughter.

"My Purifying Force is indeed effective against these Undying Snowmen, but we should still not let our guard down too much. Given the capabilities of the Snowman King, this relic is likely not so simple," Lin Xin cautioned.

Rest assured, everything else is fine. We are well-prepared. If not for the people from the Four Seas Fairy Mountains meddling and scheming against us, we might have already found Song Danhao and his group by now. I was originally worried about achieving our objective, but now with Brother Lin’s help, heh heh..." a fierce glint flashed across Feng Huai’s eyes. "We might just have a chance to settle old scores."

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Groups of people roamed around the relic city.

Song Danhao and his group moved, stopping and starting. In just over ten days, they were found by the Four Seas Fairy Mountains’ pursuers four times.

After a fierce battle, Song Danhao was covered in cuts and bruises, and the other three women were also weary and lightly injured.

Despite this, they were rapidly nearing the center of the relic city.

Driven by some mysterious force, every time they used Gongshang Baiyu’s escape and teleportation Bloodline Power, they inadvertently moved closer to the city center.

With a longsword broken into a short one, Lin Yaoyang had become an essential support, aiding Song Danhao through the hard battle.

In the skirmishes with the pursuers, her swordsmanship played a significant role.

In a place devoid of Spell Methods, where Spiritual Energy couldn’t be utilized, they had to rely on Martial Technique and one’s own combat capability.

The pursuers had almost captured Song Danhao many times, but each attempt was precisely disrupted by her, causing them to lose their chance.

However, what confused Lin Yaoyang was that the opponents seemed very interested in her Purifying Force, often mentioning it during their encounters.

The Purifying Force is strong.

She had always believed that. The reason she seemed weaker was that she hadn’t practiced enough.

But since she had awakened the Purifying Force, although it hadn’t been weak, it was much weaker compared to her Cultivation Practice. Besides using it to purify wound infections during healing, it seemed to have no other use.

In actual combat, the Purifying Force had limited power and lacked strong destructive capabilities. Instead, it served more to expel all anomalies and restore things to their original state.

It was notably effective against Illusory Realms.

"I really don’t understand why that guy is so obsessed with your Purifying Force," Xu Ling yawned and said softly. "Besides being miraculously effective at healing, it doesn’t seem to have much use, does it?"

Lin Yaoyang shook her head. "That’s just because I don’t know how to utilize it. The Purifying Force is an extremely powerful Bloodline Power! Our family records mentioned this power too, and I believe in it!"

"But what else can your power do besides healing? Last time, Yuyu’s Teleportation Power was almost disrupted by you," Xu Ling retorted with a pout.

Gongshang Baiyu sat pale-faced beside them. Her Bloodline Power, an uncommon Teleportation Bloodline found in one in a million, had a severe blood cost.

Having used it repeatedly, she was now severely anemic, with faint darkness encroaching on her vision.

Hearing Xu Ling’s blunt words, the normally good-natured Gongshang Baiyu wanted to speak up to soften the atmosphere but was too weakened to gather the strength.

As much as the Purifying Force was indeed weak and seemingly useless, it was still a bit too blunt to say so outright to her face.

She could only inwardly sigh.

"No, it must be that I haven’t practiced enough, that’s why I don’t know how to use it properly," Lin Yaoyang firmly believed the family records were correct.

"My Bloodline Power is for healing and strengthening, with a bit of burning power included. If you think I’m wrong, why don’t we compare our powers? At the same First Rank level," Xu Ling reached out her hand, her fingertips glowing with a soft, pale yellow halo.

The halo faintly showed the outline of little green saplings, giving off a gentle and comfortable sensation.

Lin Yaoyang grunted.

"Then let’s give it a try!"

She was not to be outdone. Xu Ling, always quick-witted and unyielding in arguments, was accustomed by both Song Danhao and the team, but Lin Yaoyang had always found her somewhat intolerable.

She extended her hand, and a halo of pure white light emerged on her fingertips.

The white light was clean and clear, with scattered fine white sparkles around the edges.

When the white met the yellow, the two halos gently touched.

Puff!

The two halos immediately clashed vigorously, their white and yellow energies striving to overpower each other under their masters’ control.

As time passed, the white light gradually grew weaker, and Lin Yaoyang’s expression slowly turned grim.

Her eyes carried a trace of disbelief, a hint of astonishment, and more of unwillingness.

Shh.

The white light was finally completely suppressed by the yellow light. It vanished completely from the tips of Lin Yaoyang’s fingers.

She sat there dazed, seemingly unable to grasp the outcome for a moment.

Song Danhao had finished adjusting his breath by her side, and at this time, he shook his head silently.

Lin Yaoyang’s so-called Purifying Force was indeed just a purifying white light. She had kept practicing hard along the way, repeatedly using the Purifying Force to cleanse everyone’s injuries; he had not the heart to say it outright.

Now, with Xu Ling’s straightforwardness breaking the news, it wasn’t a bad thing after all.

The future of this so-called Purifying Force was truly bleak; rather than pin their hopes on it, it would be better to look for other methods to purify the Evil Qi.

He knew the reason why Lin Yaoyang could not practice external cultivation techniques.

Watching Lin Yaoyang clench her teeth and get up, walking away from the resting campfire alone with a rather unpleasant expression, Song Danhao also stopped Xu Ling, who was about to speak.

"Let her be alone for a bit," he said.

The usually tactless Xu Ling could also sense Lin Yaoyang’s low spirits.

After all, they had been companions who had shared life and death on the road, and Lin Yaoyang had saved her more than once. She realized she had made a foolish mistake.

She intended to get up to apologize, but Song Danhao held her down by the shoulder.

"Let her figure it out earlier, it’s for the better," he said.

They shrank in the corner, not noticing that nearby, in a darkened building,

Feng Huai and Lin Xin among over a dozen others were silently hiding in the shadows, watching them from afar.

The group, dressed in green robes, had some visible damage, but each had cleaned up a bit and looked fairly neat, unlike their previous disheveled appearance.

Feng Huai stood in the hallway, looking down at Song Danhao’s group from afar.

"We’re nearly at the city center. Indeed, the Snowman King had arrangements made; the closer we get to Song Danhao’s group, the weaker the snowmen that appear," he observed.

Lin Xin sat cross-legged nearby, fiddling with a black, irregularly shaped crystal in his hand.

This was a tear of the Snowman King that he had found inside a snowman he killed two days ago.

This object was rare, acquired only after killing dozens of snowmen.

These days, after confirming that his Bloodline Power was indeed effective against the snowmen, the entire team shifted to focus on him as the core. Feng Huai didn’t hesitate to offer him the position of team leader, but he declined.

Given his current reputation and prestige, he was not influential enough to convince everyone, even if his strength was sufficient. This kind of leadership was not what he was seeking.

Lin Xin stood up and also walked to the window to look down. The window, blocked by several hanging slabs of stone, only left a few gaps through which they could see outside.

From here, he could clearly see Lin Yaoyang sitting alone in silence, lost in her thoughts.

He didn’t immediately go out to meet with her; confirming that Lin Yaoyang was safe was enough for him.

Honestly, he didn’t want to get too involved in Song Danhao’s affairs.

This Song Danhao, watched by countless powers and also the reincarnation of the Demon God King, wouldn’t nearly have been approached by him if Xia hadn’t pressured him.

"Such people, who each step is calculated by great powers, seem destined by fate, it’s best not to get too close," Feng Huai remarked with some emotion.

"Brother Feng is indeed moved by sentiment," Lin Xin looked down at Lin Yaoyang, his eyes deep like the waters of a lake, and no one knew what he was thinking.

These days, they had encountered snowmen at least a dozen times, including five encounters with the Wang Family’s snowman guards.

Feng Huai had narrowly escaped death several times, always being rescued by Lin Xin at critical moments.

Several team members also died or were wounded due to these attacks.

If it weren’t for the strict sect rules at Green Lake Mountain, stating that once a person takes on a mission, they must not flee from battle regardless of the strength disparity and must hold their ground awaiting reinforcements—or else, they would face cultivation destruction and be treated as deserters—

the remaining cultivators in the team would have long fled Snow City.

"Regardless, this time, it was all thanks to Brother Lin’s assistance, otherwise..." Feng Huai gave a wry smile.

"Friends assist each other; why say so much? I believe if Brother Feng were in my place, he would do the same," Lin Xin shook his head, "Besides, my goal is only to find my elder sister who was accidentally involved."

"Regardless, Brother Lin, I, Feng Huai, will remember this favor," Feng Huai said earnestly.

He wasn’t someone who easily acknowledged others, but Lin Xin having saved his life three or more times was truly enough.

The atmosphere in the team was somewhat oppressive, with so many dead. They had just barely found a hint of the target. No one was in the mood for conversation; they only wished to find the Snowman King soon and return to the sect to recuperate.

Feng Huai talked briefly with Lin Xin then lay down to rest.

Continuous attacks had even worn down him, a Fifth Rank skilled in precision. In the Second Level of the Fifth Rank, he already faintly had the advantages of utilizing the Third Level of the Void Realm, able to use every bit of his strength with utmost precision.

But regrettably, this advantage was useless in these ruins.

Here, the snowmen had no vital points, they were unkillable; no matter how precise, it was meaningless.