Longevity Strange Immortal
Chapter 170 - 30: Feel the Oppression of the Five Taoist Bodies

Chapter 170: Chapter 30: Feel the Oppression of the Five Taoist Bodies

Another day of the rainy season, drizzling rain shrouded the port.

The rainwater sizzled as it hit the ground, its terrifying corrosive nature evident.

The shops of Four Seas and Qing Mountain were packed with people, and loose cultivators seeking shelter from the rain were scattered along the streets, evidently wary of ambushes by pill cultivators.

The alchemy competition was no longer a secret.

More than half a year had passed, and not a single pill cultivator managed to break through to the Thirty Years Old Stage.

Desperate, the pill cultivators had begun attempting to ambush loose cultivators outside the rainy season; otherwise, they stood no chance of gathering enough medicinal power to ascend.

The Four Seas Artifact Refining Shop had timely issued a notice of purchasing pill cultivators’ corpses, enticing some of the loose cultivators, indirectly compressing the living space of the pill cultivators even further.

The nature of the alchemy competition had completely transformed.

The roles of prey and predator were reversed, all stemming from Li Mo’s intervention, and Daoist Qingtian’s name had reached its zenith at the port.

At the height of the rainy season, Li Mo’s figure appeared in the grand hall of the Artifact Refining Shop, instantly drawing countless astonished reactions from the cultivators.

Upon reflection, it had been half a year since Li Mo last appeared.

They realized that Li Mo intended to move against the pill cultivators.

"Fellow Daoists, take care to avoid collateral damage, my apologies in advance."

Click, click, click...

Before his words fully landed, Li Mo directly unleashed the Bone-locking Body Sealing Chain, which transformed into a bony centipede that effortlessly pierced through a loose cultivator at the entrance.

From the wounds of the loose cultivator spilled countless maggots. His eyes bulging wide in disbelief, the expression clearly indicated he had not anticipated Li Mo’s ability to see through his disguise.

Li Mo retracted the Bone-locking Body Sealing Chain, and the pill cultivator was instantly drawn into the Corpse Mountain.

The surrounding crowd dared not speak, fearful of being mistaken by Li Mo for pill cultivators. Even those who originally sought to befriend Li Mo stopped in their tracks, deterred by the oppressive aura he exuded.

They noticed that Li Mo was draped in a specially crafted, ghastly white Daoist robe.

If they weren’t mistaken, the robe was clearly a high-grade magical artifact, having undergone no fewer than twenty refinements. This demonstrated how much importance the Chaotic Burial Furnace placed on Daoist Qingtian.

"Something big is about to happen."

They all thought simultaneously, a flicker of barely concealed excitement flashing in their eyes.

Everyone was curious about Daoist Qingtian’s true strength. Could the rumored Five Dao Body stand against the Fake Core Stage powers of the Dan Ghost Sect?

Upon hearing of Li Mo’s emergence from seclusion, Elder Zhong hastily rushed to the Four Seas Artifact Refining Shop.

He immediately spotted Li Mo standing in the center of the street, eyes closed, regulating his breath, as if waiting for the pill cultivators to voluntarily show themselves.

Elder Zhong’s eyes twitched.

He realized that whatever Li Mo did, he always liked to overwhelm others with overwhelming momentum.

The rain persisted, yet not even a drop of water could pass within three feet of Li Mo. The ethereal spirit light released by the Daluo Heaven formed a protective barrier.

Li Mo opened his mouth.

Endless hordes of poison bees swarmed out, their numbers so vast they darkened the skies.

The Breath Fog artifact had already reached the upper limit of a mid-grade magical artifact after twenty refinements.

Each poison bee was the size of a human head, their faces riddled with multiple eyes, and their tails carried venomous stingers that glimmered with a sinister purple-red hue, exceptionally terrifying.

The poison bees followed a specific trajectory, spreading out across the port.

The cultivators, including Elder Zhong, couldn’t help but gasp, deeply shocked by Li Mo’s multitasking control over the magical artifact.

What cultivator could split a magical artifact into hundreds of parts and still control them with such precision?

Core Formation artifact refiners appeared one after another atop the roofs around the Four Seas Artifact Refining Shop, gazing at Li Mo, who was preparing to encircle and eliminate the pill cultivators, their faces cloaked in complicated emotions.

These Core Formation artifact refiners normally paid little attention to external happenings.

They were all busy preparing for the Sub-Device Sect’s promotion into the Golden Cauldron Sect’s Inner Sect. Their sudden appearance wasn’t out of concern for the alchemy competition but to gauge the true depth of Daoist Qingtian’s capabilities.

Although there were still forty to fifty years before the next Golden Cauldron Sect promotion, any keen observer could see that Li Mo’s advancement to the Core Formation stage was almost certain.

Whether or not Li Mo himself was willing, Core Formation seemed trivial to him.

Rumor had it that this Five Dao Body cultivator only took a few breaths to break through minor realms, seamlessly progressing by swallowing spiritual energy through the Taoist Body.

He was undoubtedly poised to become a formidable rival during the Golden Cauldron Sect’s assessment.

Under Li Mo’s command, the poison bees attacked suspected cultivators, some of whom were thereby exposed and forcibly driven toward the Artifact Refining Shop.

The pill cultivators realized that Li Mo had already mastered a method to discern their identities.

If they couldn’t kill Li Mo, their tracks would remain forever exposed, leading to endless hunts by loose cultivator factions.

From the moment Daoist Qingtian intervened, it seemed the alchemy competition’s nature had irreversibly shifted.

The air was laden with the fragrance of medicinal herbs.

A dozen or so pill cultivators, in a sorry state, charged toward Li Mo.

Most of them were from the Outer Elixir Lineage, their bodies undergoing grotesque transformations as flesh writhed and new organs and limbs protruded from their forms.

The Dan Ghost Sect had taken their technique of parasitic cultivation to its gory limits.

Facing the crowd-filled scene nearby, like crickets clashing in a Quiong Battle, an overwhelming sense of frustration and despair surged within them.

Arriving at the Sub-Device Sect’s port, who among the pill cultivators could have anticipated such circumstances?

"Daoist Qingtian? Why must you drive us to extinction?!!"

"The Tao differs; cooperation is impossible."

Li Mo sneered, remarking inwardly that he now appeared like a bully preying upon the weak. If he showed the slightest flaw, he likely would have been torn apart long ago.

So long as they lived, his seclusions would forever require distractions to monitor the outside world.

His right arm and leg suddenly detached.

The pill cultivators didn’t realize the impending danger. Their true forms separated from their physical shells, morphing into unspeakable abominations bearing traces of grass, wood, and gu insects, evoking sheer horror.

Cries of alarm erupted from the cultivators on the street, though their gazes were not upon the pill cultivators.

They only now became aware of two massive shadows shrouding their surroundings. The stench of beastly blood overwhelmed their senses.

The Ghost Tiger, over thirty meters tall, blocked the street’s exit with its immense size.

It licked its claws, purple-red saliva dripping from the tips of its saber-like teeth, and a crescent-shaped third eye adorned its forehead, emanating imposing pressure.

The Kun Whale hovered in mid-air, expelling water vapor that blanketed the port’s lower levels.

Upon contact with water, its iron feathers receded, revealing a dense covering of fish scales. With a flick of its tail, the raindrops coalesced into a torrential downpour.

The Ghost Tiger utilized its shadow transformation ability to adjust its size freely, pouncing on the pill cultivators. The lanterns lining the street crackled in the tempestuous winds.

The Kun Whale played a supporting role, its water vapor obstructing attempts by the pill cultivators to encircle the Ghost Tiger.

Simultaneously, it continued to draw new pill cultivators into the fray. Li Mo clearly had no intention of sparing anyone participating in the alchemy competition.

The Core Formation artifact refiners remained silent.

Their gazes locked onto Li Mo’s left leg, which had yet to reveal its concealed meat limb. All that was visible was the salamander painting etched onto its surface.

Though it seemed Li Mo’s methods had been laid bare, the Core Formation artifact refiners were uncertain.

Two or three decades of growth, combined with the talent and comprehension Li Mo displayed, rendered his true strength incalculable, sending chills down their spines.

After all, the cultivator they faced was a freak capable of creating his own magic techniques.

Of course, even with the profound foundations of high-grade inheritance, only a few Core Formation cultivators could potentially rival Daoist Qingtian during the Golden Cauldron Sect’s promotion.

And solely during the Golden Cauldron Sect promotion.

Once within the Inner Sect, they would face the Mother Furnace’s grueling environment, leaving no time to grind their abilities like they did in the Outer Disciple period.

Daoist Qingtian? Two or three hundred years later, he might very well become a Nascent Soul Great Power.

The Ghost Tiger flung one dying pill cultivator after another toward Li Mo, who temporarily stored them in the Corpse Mountain, planning to consider consuming the pills once the rainy season ended.

Against Li Mo, who was still in his late teenage stage, the pill cultivators stood no chance.

This also reflected the terrifying potential of beast cultivators once they matured. As long as Li Mo’s spiritual power and blood qi were sufficient, his tattooed beast was effectively an undying monster.

Several pill cultivators attempted to escape by transforming into medicinal vapor, but the Kun Whale stood sentinel.

In the water-rich environment, the range of the Kun Whale’s attacks far exceeded expectations. Now, the entirety of the port’s lower level was Li Mo’s domain.

Hidden pill cultivators trembled in their hiding spots, some already contemplating retreat.

Li Mo stood in the center of the street, motionless, as if merely an observer.

This sweep could yield a dozen pills, perhaps enough to heal most of the second crack in his Mist Fog Golden Core.

Moments later, the rain began to subside.

The street section under the Ghost Tiger’s shadow no longer expelled corpses.

However, Li Mo showed no intention of retracting his meat limb. Instead, he squinted at a wall in the alleyway, where thick, viscous flesh slurry slowly oozed.

Elder Zhong instinctively took a step forward.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the flesh slurry was none other than Dan Ghost Sect’s Outer Elixir Daoist, Jing Su, the only Fake Core Stage pill cultivator in their ranks.

The Dan Ghost Sect had around ten Outer Elixir Daoists, all exceptional figures in the Fake Core Stage.

Li Mo’s leakless body could ward off same-level pill cultivators’ possession attempts, but Jing Su was still at the Fake Core Stage. The slightest misstep could result in disaster.

Without intervention from the Core Formation artifact refiners, if Jing Su succeeded in possessing Li Mo, he would become nothing more than a stepping stone for the pill cultivators.

"How wonderful, so many witnesses to my ascension to a high-grade Golden Core."

Jing Su coalesced into a form, nine necks tangled and entwined, each bearing a head. The aura he exuded was clearly several times stronger than the average Fake Core Stage cultivator.

"I’ve been waiting for you."

The Ghost Tiger struck with its claws, shadows surging like waves.

Bam!

Jing Su scuttled across the ground, swiftly closing the distance to the Ghost Tiger. His nine heads frenziedly tore into the tattooed beast’s flesh.

He resembled a multi-headed maggot.

Li Mo’s expression turned grim. As Jing Su devoured the Ghost Tiger, his body began to swell, sprouting numerous deformed, shadowy arms.

The Core Formation artifact refiners watched with intrigue, while Elder Zhong grit his teeth and muttered, "Troublesome, an Innate Taoist Body with the One Fetus Nine Sacrifices technique."

The conditions for creating a One Fetus Nine Sacrifices were exceedingly harsh, requiring nine siblings born as natural quintuplets, forced to battle in the womb through evil methods.

The last surviving child would possess the One Fetus Nine Sacrifices physique, capable of forming nine Fake Pills.

However, the nine Fake Pills could not aid Jing Su in achieving Core Formation. When attempting a breakthrough, the nine pills would engage in another battle in the Middle Dantian, akin to nine infants vying for dominance.

To ascend to Core Formation, one would need to protect the Middle Dantian while systematically eliminating the remaining Fake Pills.

In Elder Zhong’s memory, no One Fetus Nine Sacrifices had ever reached the Thirty Years Old Stage. It was highly probable that Jing Su was specifically targeting Li Mo and his Five Dao Body.

Devouring Li Mo was Jing Su’s sole chance for survival.

While Elder Zhong mulled things over, Jing Su continued to absorb external impurities, even converting the tattooed beast’s attacks into nourishment.

Li Mo finally ceased to remain inactive, dodging Jing Su’s onslaught with dexterous movements.

"He’s done for."

Elder Zhong cast a concerned glance at Li Mo.

Yet, Li Mo showed no sign of panic. A faint trace of Mist Fog Spiritual Power leaked from him, deliberately restrained at a level matching the Fake Core Stage.

"Wait, when did he start dual cultivating Mist Fog Spiritual Power? And he’s already at the Fake Core Stage?"