The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 97 - 91 Back on the Road

Chapter 97: Chapter 91 Back on the Road

"What’s the rush, I am saving you!"

Li Yan’s tone was already somewhat impatient.

He had just experienced a life-and-death battle, and although the Daluo Dharma Body facilitated his recovery, the mental exhaustion and tension had not dissipated. The old man’s incessant nagging was truly irritating.

Especially this cloth bag passed down through the Beggar Gang—it was as if it had grown into the ground, connected by a lingering thread, impossible to pull free.

Li Yan, determined, let his Hidden Energy burst forth, intending to tear the cloth bag apart.

However, the more force he used, the more fortune from the heavens and earth surged into it.

At the same time, atop the left shoulder of the Daluo Dharma Body, the flame that had previously been extinguished was unexpectedly reignited, flickering lively, emitting a faint blue glow...

This?!

Li Yan’s face showed surprise and some disbelief.

After killing the wolf at Li Family Castle, the third Life Fire that had been extinguished was finally reignited!

According to the information from the Daluo Dharma Body, the effects of absorbing Heavenly Spirit Earth Treasures varied.

Like the Drum Mallet he obtained in Ancient Water Village, which strengthened the Dharma Body.

Li Yan looked at the cloth bag in his hand.

Could this dirty, tattered thing be capable of repairing the Life Fire?

That’s not right!

Li Yan quickly discovered something odd.

As his Life Fire ignited, the old Mountain God’s complexion became increasingly withered, and the look in his eyes carried a certain kind of despair.

So that’s how it is...

Li Yan felt a mix of joy and embarrassment and quickly let go of the cloth bag.

It turned out that this object was only a medium.

What he was truly absorbing was the old Mountain God’s fortune!

Reigniting the Life Fire was already a stroke of luck.

If he continued to greedily absorb it, not only would the effect be minimal, but he would also kill this benevolent god that protected the land—that would be a grave sin.

Sure enough, as soon as he let go, the old man’s expression relaxed a great deal, and his eyes carried a hint of gratitude.

Li Yan observed carefully and finally discovered the reason.

In the vision transmitted from the old Mountain God, the area where the cloth bag was connected to his head had sharp spikes and red ropes arranged according to the Eight Trigrams as if the cloth bag and his head were sewn together.

So, there was a setup!

It must be in another cave...

Just then, the battle outside the cave also concluded.

That Daoist was cunning and did not entangle with the chaotically dying Chu Shan; instead, relying on his speed, he dragged his intestines all over the place.

The Maitreya-like Incense Master, resembling a flesh mountain, finally collapsed with a thunderous sound, his vast body falling to the ground, completely breathless.

The Daoist finally exhaled in relief, dropped the intestines, and returned to the cave.

Just as Li Yan realized the reason, he quickly shouted out, "Quick, Daoist, we need to destroy the restrictions in the other cave!"

The Daoist didn’t waste words on questions and left directly.

Inside the other cave, Old Crooked Mo wore a particularly ugly expression.

The two caves were not far apart, and the despairing, frenzied howls of Chu Shan before his death seemed still to echo.

Defeated... how could it be?

Then, the figure that appeared at the door completely despaired him.

Luo Fengzi was also full of surprise and quickly reminded, "Junior brother, be careful, the cave has Gu Poison laid by the demon!"

That Daoist instantly understood, didn’t enter the cave, and with a flick of his hand, the Magic Sword whistled out.

Old Crooked Mo didn’t even have a chance to beg for mercy before being pierced through the head with a sword, collapsing stiffly to the ground, and at the same time, the red staff and red ropes beside him were thoroughly toppled over.

Elsewhere, Li Yan also sensed something and grabbed the cloth bag simultaneously.

Yet this object seemed to have completely lost its spiritual charm and quickly turned black and tattered in his hands.

Li Yan threw it aside, and another vision appeared in his mind:

The cloth bag on the old Mountain God’s head had disappeared, revealing a crown, twisted out of tree roots and similarly covered with moss.

The old man looked much better and bowed slightly to him.

Just at this moment, at the magic platform below the mountain, the ritual had reached a crucial point.

Qingyangzi lit the yellow memorial tablet just at midday; he brandished the Magic Sword, performed the Step Gang, and took the decree, and struck it three times on the altar table.

Suddenly, a wind rose from the ground.

The incense burning on the magic platform seemed to be swept by a tornado, drifting towards the Chaotic Burial Mound.

At the same time, he picked up an Eight Trigrams copper mirror, reflected it against the sun, and adjusted the direction, seemingly trying to refract the light toward the Chaotic Burial Mound.

And in Li Yan’s vision, changes occurred simultaneously:

Suddenly, a ray of light descended from the sky, the old Mountain God looked up joyfully; then, the moss covering his body slowly peeled away, and he looked towards Li Yan, his mouth opening and closing.

Although there was no sound, Li Yan could read the lip movements.

The Mountain God was repeating just two words: Run away!

Li Yan’s complexion changed slightly as he recalled something.

Luo Mingzi had mentioned that if the old Mountain God wished to return to his place, he must first disperse the Yin Evil Qi he had absorbed over a hundred years, gather the Earth Vein Gang Qi, and form Divine Astral.

The accumulated Sha Qi of many years at Chaotic Burial Mound was no trifling matter; without a word, Li Yan picked up the unconscious Luo Mingzi and ran out.

At the same time, Luo Fengzi and others from the other cave had already emerged.

The "Earth Blood Robe" Gu Poison had dissipated on its own once the time was up; what had taken them time was searching for an antidote on Old Crooked Mo’s body.

Hearing Li Yan’s warning, everyone’s expressions turned grave.

The Daoist injured by Chu Shan at the beginning, perhaps because he hit his head and bled internally, had breathed his last by the time they checked.

Without time to grieve, Gu Chenzi picked up the body and ran.

Even so, strange phenomena had already occurred:

From the stone creases of Tai Sui at the mountain, Yin Evil Qi spewed out like rolling cold fog, frost covering everything it passed.

The Wandering Ghosts that had accumulated over the years on Chaotic Burial Mound sensed something and burrowed into the ground and the cracks in the caves.

The group’s footsteps were swift, the Yin Evil Qi hot on their heels in relentless pursuit.