The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 959: If You Dare, Come Back

Chapter 959: Chapter 959: If You Dare, Come Back

"I forgot to tell you, I am a practitioner of spiritual cultivation. Going without food for several days will not affect me in the slightest!"

These people were really delusional, thinking that by wearing him down here, they could deal with him? Such wishful thinking!

"Is that so?"

Lin Caisang’s eyes flashed sharply as she handed something to Ya Molian, which was indiscernible.

The next moment, the cloaked person felt a sharp pain on his body and upon looking down, he saw a silver thread had pierced through his right shoulder, and the other end of the thread was held in Ya Molian’s hand.

"What is this... thing?!"

"Specially prepared for you!" Ya Molian said coldly.

With a tug of the silver thread, the cloaked person felt his body being pulled closer to Ya Molian.

Alarmed, he quickly drew his sword and slashed at the silver line connected to his body, only to hear a ’clang’ as some metal shattered, but it was not the silver thread, but...

"How is this possible!"

To his shock, it was his own sword that had broken!

How could this be, his sword was considered a fine weapon even on the Illusion Continent; how could it break so easily?

"White Spider thread, you actually have White Spider silk!"

He finally realized, the only thing that could cause his sword to fail was the White Spider thread.

But how could they possibly have the White Spider silk which was unique to White Blind Mountain? The production of the White Spider silk was very peculiar, only after the White Spider died and its body gradually solidified into a metallic form, would the White Spider silk be produced.

And extracting the White Spider silk, even for people of the Illusion Continent, required some time and effort.

He had truly underestimated them.

"Sui Zimo, you and your people just wait!"

After giving Ya Molian a fierce look, he grabbed the White Spider silk and yanked it out of his body; attached to the silk was a short arrow, specially crafted.

When shot, it was a slender arrowhead form, but once it settled, the tip would spread into eight thin legs, like a Bagua board, used for anchoring.

Now that he had ripped the short arrow from his body, blood gushed like a fountain.

Knowing he was injured and that if he truly fought Ya Molian, he would be no match, he threw the arrow aside. After a final, scornful glance at Ya Molian, he vanished, fleeing from the spot.

"Why are you running away, come back if you dare!" Sui Zilin yelled after the fleeing cloaked person, following his figure.

But the next moment, someone slapped him hard on the back of his head.

"Shut up!"

The one who hit him was naturally none other than Lin Caisang.

"One more word out of you, and I’ll throw you into that vortex, to die without a burial place!" she threatened.

This Sui Zilin was truly insufferably foolish; if someone had run away, they had run away, why call them back, as if hoping the person would block their way and make them starve to death here.

"You—"

Sui Zilin raised his hand to cover his head, glaring at Lin Caisang with malicious eyes.

"We need to leave this place quickly. If that person comes to his senses, as long as he stands where the vortex can detect him, we’ll have no chance of escaping," Lin Caisang said to everyone.

"Zhe Jue, assign them tasks immediately. If there are not enough hands, those of you with good lightness skills will need to make additional trips back and forth later on."