The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1257: Burial Ground

Chapter 1257: Chapter 1257: Burial Ground

Tianzhu Mountain is truly a strange place, even its geomagnetic pull behaves peculiarly.

The higher you go, the greater the geomagnetic force becomes.

Walking up feels like your legs are weighed down by lead, each step heavier, each climb more exhausting.

Those chasing Long Fei had dispersed by the time they reached fifteen hundred meters altitude—some racing ahead, others lagging behind.

Long Fei sat on the mountain trail, smoking a cigarette, silently marveling at the tenacity of those who had paved this narrow, sinuous path on such a steep and unyielding terrain.

The trail spiraled upward, winding toward the clouds, as if it truly led to the celestial Immortal Realm above.

By the time he finished his cigarette, only about a dozen cultivators had caught up, grumbling as they ascended. "Isn’t this brat supposed to be done for? How’s he running faster than a rabbit?"

"He’s merely a spent arrow, fleeing with no other option. We’ll catch him soon, and that magical treasure and those pills will be ours."

"If Medicine King Valley seizes this heaven-sent opportunity, we’ll rise to prominence in no time, finally escaping Wudang’s control. Year after year, we offer tributes to Wudang—how much do we even keep for ourselves?"

"Of course, this opportunity belongs to you, Valley Master!"

They climbed together, navigating a section of mountain path, where they suddenly caught sight of Long Fei.

This was truly a case of "look up and he’s right there, look down and he’s still in sight." The path was only as wide as a single foot, barely enough for two people to pass side by side.

Long Fei glanced at them, shook his head, and chuckled, "With speed like that, you think you can snatch my opportunity?"

"Brazen Demon Chief! Your death is imminent and yet you remain oblivious. Our main force is right behind. Next year on this very day will be your death anniversary!"

Medicine King Valley’s Valley Master, familiar with Long Fei’s infamous reputation, didn’t waste any words. He immediately summoned his Copper Cauldron and hurled it toward Long Fei.

At the same time, he commanded his subordinates, "Brothers, give it your all and eliminate this Demon Chief!"

The others also launched their magical artifacts, predominantly made from steel and iron.

Several wooden magical artifacts joined the fray, all directed at Long Fei.

The geomagnetic force greatly affected iron-based magical artifacts but had little impact on those made of wood, gold, copper, or silver.

Even so, the Valley Master expended tremendous effort just to raise the Copper Cauldron a mere ten meters.

In other places, this level of spiritual power could send the Copper Cauldron soaring high into the heavens.

The other disciples fared worse; apart from tossing their magical artifacts, they found it nearly impossible to maneuver due to the narrow path, leaving those at the rear in sheer frustration.

Long Fei smirked dismissively at the meager attacks. Above him, an Azure Dragon materialized and charged forward with his punch, colliding with the Copper Cauldron and the wooden magical artifacts.

The force of his punch was ferocious, buzzing through the air and causing the surrounding void to tremble.

The Copper Cauldron and wooden artifacts came crashing down, only to meet the devastating punch head-on.

Bang!

Crack!

Boom!

A symphony of chaos erupted as even the highest-level Earth Immortal artifact, the Copper Cauldron, was sent flying by Long Fei’s punch, slamming into the rocky wall behind.

A deep fist imprint was left embedded in the Copper Cauldron.

The wooden artifacts, unable to channel Yuan Force in this environment, were directly shattered into mere splinters.

The Valley Master of Medicine King Valley was terrified, feeling the reverberation in his Divine Sea as the Copper Cauldron was struck.

Before he could gather his spiritual power to retrieve the Cauldron, Long Fei threw another punch into the void.

Above, the Azure Dragon let out a thunderous roar and charged alongside the force of the punch.

"Demon Chief! I am a disciple of Wudang!"

The Valley Master screamed in despair, hastily forcing out his Essential Qi to form a barrier around him.

The Azure Dragon collided with his Essential Qi Barrier, shattering it instantly.

His physical body shattered like glass, bursting apart with a deafening crash, leaving only his Nascent Soul to escape as a streak of light.

But the Azure Dragon opened its jaws and swallowed the Nascent Soul whole.

The disciples behind, seeing their Valley Master obliterated, cried out in terror, "Retreat! Run for your lives!"

Overhead, the Azure Dragon unleashed a blazing torrent of True Fire, which rained down like a storm, engulfing everyone within the space.

Although all were Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, their foundational stability varied greatly.

These individuals had relied on Spirit Stones and medicinal herbs to achieve their breakthroughs, making them incomparably weaker than Long Fei.

Moreover, Long Fei was on the cusp of entering the Soul Ascension Stage, utterly outmatching them in every aspect.

Under the scorching flames, their physical bodies turned charred black, and their essence blood evaporated entirely.

Long Fei raised his hand and pressed downward; a massive, ethereal handprint appeared in the sky and slammed down alongside the Azure Dragon.

The void trembled and sank, followed by a thunderous crash.

The mountain rocks merely cracked and scattered, but the disciples of Medicine King Valley were annihilated as their physical bodies fragmented.

Their Nascent Souls had barely emerged when they, too, were swallowed whole by the Azure Dragon.

These Nascent Souls were impure energy forms.

No ordinary person would dare to consume them directly, and even Long Fei would hesitate, as if swallowing a cluster of explosives.

Nascent Souls are meant to be absorbed into the Divine Sea; the Azure Dragon, formed by Essential Qi, can only devour physical forms.

The Azure Dragon merely detained them, allowing Long Fei to later store them within the Heavenly Mystery Treasure Tower.

Meanwhile, over a hundred pursuers, hearing the commotion, clamored their way forward.

Long Fei avoided confrontation with them, continuing to climb upward.

His true targets were the Supreme Elders lurking in the shadows, not these minor pests in his eyes.

This rabble lacked coordinated effort; each was driven by their own selfish motives.

The truly formidable ones stayed behind, using these small fry to wear down Long Fei’s stamina.

They intended to hide in the rear and reap the spoils as fishermen.

Long Fei moved at his own pace, killing those foolish enough to get in his way, and by the time he reached two thousand meters, over a hundred pursuers had already perished by his hand.

Here the terrain was relatively flat, featuring a slope wide enough to accommodate thousands.

Long Fei looked around and smiled to himself, "What a spectacular view for your burial ground."

Tianzhu Mountain rose straight into the heavens like a massive column, spanning tens of thousands of miles in diameter and soaring to unfathomable heights and steepness.

To find such a flat expanse at two thousand meters was undoubtedly a stroke of fortune.

It had all been carved out by rainwater erosion, where a waterfall must once have cascaded from above, creating this rare piece of level ground amidst the hard mountain rock.

Water can indeed pierce stone—it speaks no falsehood.

Crowds of cultivators from the base swarmed up, panting desperately, and upon finally spotting Long Fei, they breathed collective sighs of relief, their gazes brimming with murderous intent.

They were not Body Cultivators, and despite the breakthroughs in spiritual power they had achieved, their physical bodies were relatively weak.

In this environment where spiritual power faced suppression, Body Cultivators held a large advantage.

The entourage of pursuers gathered, with Inner Sect disciples and elite forces from various factions stepping forward.

Suddenly, their numbers swelled to over three thousand.

Among these three thousand, the weakest were at the Nascent Soul Realm Early Stage.

In the mundane world of the Great Xia Country, such individuals would dominate wherever they went.

But here, no birds could be seen flying in the sky—only desolation.

They boldly unfurled their banners, as if afraid Long Fei wouldn’t know which sect or faction they represented.

Long Fei swept his gaze across them: Wudang, Mount Shu, Dragon-Tiger Mountain, Mount Mao, the Four Great Sects of South Yangtze, alongside representatives from Shenxu, Kunlun, the Golden Family of Southern Barbarian State, and more.

Among them surged extraterritorial cultivators.

The banners displayed names like Netherworld Star, Feather King Star, Aurelius, Divine King Star, and Demon King Star, hailing from major Star Domains.

Yet despite their large presence, none of their prodigies or Saint Heirs showed up, leaving Long Fei somewhat disappointed.