Chapter 311 - 217: The Final Main Ingredient, the Ambush Target
Chapter 311: Chapter 217: The Final Main Ingredient, the Ambush Target
Mo Zhaoli was incredibly experienced and had reacted with extreme speed, but accidents were still unavoidable.
The final attack from this Red-Training Demon Snake had clearly exceeded the norm, surpassing the strength and speed a Tier Two Early Stage creature should possess. Otherwise, Mo Zhaoli could have easily dodged or blocked it.
But an accident... had happened anyway!
At this, a chill went down Lin Changheng’s spine, and his vigilance sharpened.
’In Magical Combat or Demon Hunting, you can succeed countless times. But all it takes is one accident, one hit, and the consequences will be unimaginable.’
’Your cultivation path could be ruined, and you could even die.’
’You must be incomparably cautious and never let your guard down!’
’Once you decide to act, you must strike with lightning speed and overwhelming force, obliterating your enemy completely.’
...
Lin Changheng walked straight toward the massive snake corpse lying on the ground. The Streamlight Sword shot from his hand, following the gash in its flesh and hacking the corpse into large chunks.
A moment later, he had picked out a crimson Demon Core.
The Flying Sword then moved again, slicing out a portion of Essence Blood. Lin Changheng drew it over with his Magical Power and collected it in a vial.
Dusting his hands off, Lin Changheng was about to call it done when Mo Zhaoli walked up to him and said with a smile, "Brother Lin, you missed the Red-Training Demon Snake’s most valuable part."
"Oh?" Lin Changheng said, surprised.
Mo Zhaoli had already composed herself. She gave Lin Changheng a gentle smile. Although she knew the Magic Technique Brother Lin had just used to save her was extraordinary, she didn’t ask about it.
And Lin Changheng, naturally, said nothing either.
A Magical Artifact, a Flying Sword, shot from her hand and sliced into a tender spot. The flesh parted, revealing a fist-sized Snake Gallbladder.
She drew it out with her power.
At the same time, she maneuvered the Flying Sword back and forth, peeling off the scaly snakeskin in one nearly complete piece.
"This Snake Gallbladder is effective for a Cultivator’s Body Forging."
"This scaly snakeskin is extremely tough. It can be used in the Refining of an Armor Spiritual Artifact, or you can just sell it as is."
Mo Zhaoli explained with a smile.
"I see."
While Lin Changheng was well-versed in Medicinal Materials, he lacked knowledge about Demon Beast Materials. In this regard, he certainly couldn’t compare to Mo Zhaoli, who was often out Demon Hunting and completing sect missions.
Next came the division of the spoils.
After a brief discussion, Lin Changheng took the Red Training Snake Gallbladder and the Demon Snake Essence Blood.
Mo Zhaoli, in turn, received the scaly snakeskin and the Red Training Demon Core.
The value of the spoils was distributed fairly, but both of the items Lin Changheng received were useful to him.
...
The two continued on their way.
They packed up the remaining snake meat and casually discarded the skeleton.
The pervasive scent of blood would soon attract other Demon Beasts to clean it up.
To the Demon Beasts, it was a gift from the Cultivation Realm—a highly nourishing meal.
"How much farther?" Lin Changheng asked.
"Less than fifteen miles," Mo Zhaoli estimated.
"Good."
A distance of fifteen miles wasn’t far for two Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
"Someone’s ahead. I sense the fluctuations of Magical Combat."
After they had traveled for about six miles, Lin Changheng suddenly stopped and sent a sound transmission to Mo Zhaoli.
"Hm?"
Mo Zhaoli froze, clearly not having sensed anything.
But she didn’t think Brother Lin would lie to her, so she halted as he said.
’A guess surfaced in her mind: Brother Lin’s five senses, or perhaps his Divine Sense, must far surpass her own.’
’Combined with the technique Brother Lin had just used to save her—something she was completely incapable of...’
’Did this mean that Brother Lin’s strength had now surpassed her own?’
These thoughts flashed through Mo Zhaoli’s mind. Lin Changheng had already stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder, motioning for her to follow him.
She watched as Lin Changheng changed direction and headed off to the side, clearly intending to circle around the disturbance.
Mo Zhaoli said nothing and followed silently behind him. She trusted Lin Changheng completely.
She spread out her Divine Sense. Although it was severely suppressed the deeper they went into the Wilderness, it could still extend for about a thousand feet.
That was enough to avoid some risks ahead of time.
Lin Changheng also noticed that the source of the fluctuations was mixed; it seemed to be two Cultivators and a Demon Beast engaged in Magical Combat.
From what he could vaguely discern, it was one Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, one Early Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and one Tier Two Middle Stage Demon Beast.
Because the group was completely focused on their life-or-death battle with the Demon Beast, they weren’t letting their Divine Sense spread out. Instead, they were using it in a more concentrated way.
As a result, they didn’t notice Lin Changheng and Mo Zhaoli.
Although Lin Changheng could use the Concealing Breath Demon Technique to hide himself, transforming into a dead tree or a rock that would be undetectable even if their Divine Sense swept past, Mo Zhaoli couldn’t be concealed.
Therefore, Lin Changheng had no intention of getting closer to spy or to reap the spoils of their fight. He simply increased their distance and took a wide detour.
Fulfilling his goal of venturing deep into the Wilderness to obtain the Cyan-striped Tiger’s Demon Core, which he would trade for the Ice Pool Jade Spring to break through to the Middle Stage Foundation Establishment, was his top priority.
Lin Changheng was crystal clear about this.
...
It took an extra three hours.
Lin Changheng and Mo Zhaoli finally neared their destination.
This was the place where Mo Zhaoli had previously encountered the Cyan-striped Tiger.
It was a waterfall.
RUMBLE...
They heard the waterfall long before they saw it.
It wasn’t the babbling sound of a falling stream, but a dull, unending roar like thunder.
The water vapor in the air was so thick you could practically wring water from it. Every breath was filled with a crisp, damp scent that carried a bone-deep chill.
Lin Changheng and Mo Zhaoli passed through a final, sparse patch of trees. The scene before them opened up abruptly as a huge wave of sound and mist rushed toward them, making both of them instinctively squint.