Using Entries To Cultivate Immortality In Chaotic Times Chapter 81: "A Perfect Partnership." - Novel Cool

Chapter 81: "A Perfect Partnership."

Chapter 81: "A Perfect Partnership."

"This is the place, Qiu."

"Mm-hmm."

Chen Qiu, his face deathly pale, nodded slightly, his fingertips trembling. The Fourth-Layer Golden Core Malevolent Spirit that had been lying on top of him suddenly transformed into a substantial, raging tiger, and in the blink of an eye, it charged into the Poison Swamp's fog.

"Huff"

In the instant the Fourth-Layer Golden Core Malevolent Spirit left him, Chen Qiu's complexion visibly regained some of its rosy hue, and his entire being felt much better. The cold, tangible aura that had been emanating from his body also dissipated.

"Damn it!"

He glanced at the fading silhouette of the Malevolent Spirit, muttering under his breath.

The green entry, "Malevolent Spirit Summoning," was genuinely powerful. He had relied on this Malevolent Spirit to overcome numerous crises, but the cost was equally significant. Recalling how he had nearly been devoured by the spirit moments ago, he couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

He felt much better now.

Although his face still looked a bit pale, it was due to the pressure of nearly ten thousand Demon Clan Cultivator Malevolent Spirits weighing down on him. Initially, he had felt quite uncomfortable, but after experiencing the strength of the Golden Core Malevolent Spirit, he realized that these ten thousand Demon Clan Cultivator Malevolent Spirits weren't as unbearable.

It wasn't that bad, after all.

No comparison, no pain.

Earlier, when he had ambushed and killed the Barefoot Immortal in the Ask Heaven Market, he hadn't used these ten thousand Malevolent Spirits. The main reason was that controlling them would create too much noise, and the surging Malevolent Qi would instantly alert the Barefoot Immortal.

Only instant-kill techniques like the Self-Destruct Entry could seize the moment of the Barefoot Immortal's distraction and deliver a fatal blow. Even after becoming a Malevolent Spirit, its combat power would slightly decrease, as it lacked self-awareness and relied solely on instinctual attacks. The poison had severed his divine sense, preventing him from detaching it from his body and controlling it remotely.

He had merely given it a simple command: to kill all living beings within the swamp.

The rest was left to its instinctual freedom.

After all, even as a Fourth-Layer Golden Core Malevolent Spirit, it should have no problem overwhelming a First-Layer Golden Core Poison Cultivator.

However, after a few breaths—

Numerous chaotic roars and curses suddenly echoed from within the swamp.

Countless spells exploded inside the swamp, tearing through the black mist and creating gaps. It was evident that there were more people inside than expected.

"This doesn't look good."

The scholar's expression turned grim as he muttered, "Although we can't see anyone, these voices have the distinct accent of the Ten Thousand Toxins Sect. It seems they came here for training after discussing it with the Poison Thunder Old Ghost. They sent quite a few disciples."

"As far as I know, this sect often sends its disciples to various deadly places in the Great Xia Nation for training."

"They're not Demon Cultivators, but their actions are no different."

"This sect is ranked 78th on the Great Xia Sect Ranking. Their Supreme Elder is a mid-stage Golden Core veteran Poison Cultivator. They are a proper Poison Cultivator sect, with entries and spells that are exclusively related to poison, forming a cohesive system. Unlike the Barefoot Immortal, who was a wandering cultivator without a unified system."

"Of course, since they are here for training, the Supreme Elder himself won't be present. But if any disciple escapes and remembers our appearance, we might have to face some retaliation from him in the future."

"It's not a big problem."

Chen Qiu shook his head. "If we kill them all, there will be no one left to send a message. Let's stay hidden. Even if they use Sound Transmitting Talismans to inform their sect, they won't know who killed them."

"You stay near the swamp with your flying sword. If anyone escapes, kill them."

After saying this, the nearly ten thousand Demon Clan Cultivator Malevolent Spirits surrounding his body materialized, forming a massive army that enveloped them. They let out eerie shrieks like those of Malevolent Spirits from the depths of the netherworld and charged into the Poison Fog Swamp like madmen.

Poison Mist?

This stuff has no effect on Malevolent Spirits. They don't even have physical bodies for you to corrode.

"Ah?"

The scholar paused, his expression turning grim as he shook his head. "Brother Qiu, the strategy we used in Fufeng City can't be replicated here. My Spirit Energy doesn't allow me to fight like that in this environment."

"I can't manipulate the size of my Spirit Treasure at will, nor can I ride on my flying sword."

"Moreover, my flying sword is currently in a state of exhaustion, and it can't be used for defense. It can only pierce through ordinary Golden Core Cultivators, who are as soft as tofu. Even the Protective Aura of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator could shatter my flying sword."

"No need."

Chen Qiu shook his head calmly. "You Sword Cultivators are so stubborn. Can't you think of a different approach?"

"The flying sword is already so fast, which is an advantage in itself. Why insist on using it for defense?"

"In a moment, I'll attach some Talismans to your flying sword. Then, after you locate the enemy, control the sword to fly above their head. Flip the sword over, and release the Spirit Energy controlling the Talismans on the blade. This shouldn't consume much Spirit Energy, right?"

"Can't it still be used for defense?"

"A flying sword doesn't have to hit someone to be used for defense."

". . ."

The scholar remained expressionless, silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, "I've never heard of a Sword Cultivator fighting like this throughout history. It feels weird."

"And it's too wasteful of Talismans."

"It's not a waste."

Without another word, Chen Qiu handed over the remaining few dozen Foundation Establishment Low Grade "Lightning Summoning Talismans" to the scholar. "Consider it a clearance of inventory. These Talismans, which can only unleash the full power of a Foundation Establishment First Stage Cultivator, are of no use to us now."

"Besides, as long as we don't let anyone escape to report back, it's just a few Talismans. It's worth it."

"Later, when we have more Spirit Stones, I'll buy you some Golden Core Talismans. You can stick them on your sword and throw them around for fun."

"Take them."

". . ."

The scholar lowered his head and accepted the stack of Talismans, his expression dazed as he remained silent. He always felt like his path as a Sword Cultivator was gradually deviating, although these tactics seemed quite suitable for his current situation.

"So many disciples."

Chen Qiu glanced at the brand new Malevolent Spirits that had gradually increased around him. Every time a Ten Thousand Toxins Sect disciple died in the swamp, a new Malevolent Spirit appeared, and there were already over eighty of them.

What a joke.

Demon Race Cultivators were already nearly invincible against those of the same level. Although their combat power slightly decreased after becoming Malevolent Spirits, their sheer numbers made up for it. Such a massive group of Foundation Establishment Malevolent Spirits charging into the Poison Swamp was like a steamroller, crushing everything in their path.

Finally—

After a few incense sticks' worth of time, the sounds of battle in the swamp ceased.

A Golden Core Cultivator shot out of the poisonous mist, attempting to escape. The scholar, who had been waiting patiently, trembled slightly, and his Green Peak sword instantly flew out from his sleeve. In just a few breaths, the sword pierced the Golden Core, and he returned with his catch.

"What a great partner."

Chen Qiu looked at the three-foot-long Green Peak sword, hovering in mid-air with a Golden Core impaled on its tip, and couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for the scholar, even if he managed to kill a Golden Core Cultivator, he wouldn't have been able to obtain such a nourishing item.

Back then, when he didn't have a single Spirit Stone to his name, how dare he promise the scholar 3,000 Spirit Stones?

Now it seemed that his decision at the time was truly correct.

(End of Chapter)

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