Chapter 98: The Grip

Su Zhangqing’s eyes were burned and damaged, rendering him blind.

After enduring a blade shimmer from Immortal Linbo, he relied on memory and leapt violently into the icy pond before him.

Had he not swallowed the Qilin blood, Su Zhangqing’s martial strength would have been enough to crush the three men before him with a single gesture.

But now he could only endure—until he no longer needed to suppress the Qilin blood and fully absorbed its power, he would reduce these three to dust and ash.

And the extreme cold energy within the pond would undoubtedly help him achieve this swiftly.

“Immortal Linbo, do not let him enter the icy pond.”

Han Meiyan cried out urgently into the air; the white-robed Immortal Linbo, her face wrinkled and aged, instantly darkened.

The next instant, she raised her hand and launched a green blade aura, over a zhang long, slashing down at Su Zhangqing with a chilling voice:

“Su Zhangqing, spit out the Qilin blood at once, or I will kill you without mercy.”

Su Zhangqing, his body covered in rotting flesh, was struck by the green blade aura—a grotesque wound opened on his chest—and he and Zhang He, who clung to his back, were blasted away, crashing into the rocky wall far from the pond.

“Old bastard, push me further and I’ll detonate the Qilin blood—we’ll all die together!”

Su Zhangqing roared again, lunging upward with a grim voice, and punched Zhang He’s back—crushing his flesh and bone into a deep, fist-sized depression.

Yet dark crimson blood flowed faintly within Zhang He’s body, and the depression healed visibly before their eyes.

At that moment, Zhang He opened his mouth again and bit off a chunk of charred flesh from Su Zhangqing’s back.

He chewed it fiercely, then swallowed it whole, whispering coldly into Su Zhangqing’s ear:

“You can’t kill me—I’ll slowly eat you alive, piece by piece!”

Hearing this, Su Zhangqing gritted his teeth, nearly consumed by rage—but he finally calmed himself.

Without a word, he resisted the Qilin blood’s corruption within him and continued charging toward the icy pond.

Seeing this, Han Meiyan’s eyes flashed with ice; she prepared to act—then suddenly narrowed them.

For Li Muxian’s figure had appeared, out of nowhere, and in a blink stood beside Su Zhangqing.

At the same moment, upon sensing Li Muxian’s presence, Su Zhangqing’s eyes blazed with murderous intent.

Without hesitation, he raised his fist and slammed it down at Li Muxian:

“Who the hell are you to come stealing the Qilin blood? Die!”

But he quickly realized his power-charged punch had frozen mid-air—his entire body’s energy drained away, leaving him utterly immobile.

The man standing before him now spoke to the figure clinging to Su Zhangqing’s back:

“Stop gnawing—if you keep eating, you’ll swallow every last drop of the Qilin blood.”

Hearing this, Zhang He glanced warily at Li Muxian—but then his gaze hardened, and he ignored him.

He could clearly sense that after consuming portions of Su Zhangqing’s flesh infused with Qilin blood, his own constitution and the Undying Blood Saint Art were advancing at an astonishing rate.

The Qilin blood was perfectly suited to him, its allure irresistible.

In fact, Zhang He felt a strong conviction: if he devoured every last drop of the Qilin blood, even a Heaven-Man cultivator would mean nothing to him.

Instantly, Zhang He’s eyes glowed with madness—he bit down again, fiercely, at Su Zhangqing’s neck.

But before he could close his jaws, a terrifying qi blast struck his face.

The overwhelming force flung him backward, slamming him into the rock wall behind him, carving out a human-shaped crater nearly a chi deep.

“Still trying to eat? Do you think I’m being nice?”

Li Muxian frowned slightly, then turned his gaze to Su Zhangqing, studying him for a moment before narrowing his eyes:

“Will you spit out the Qilin blood yourself? Or shall I take it from you?”

Hearing this, Su Zhangqing moved his lips, preparing to speak.

But at that moment, a massive blade shimmer tore across the sky and slashed down from afar.

The blade shattered space, humming low and radiating lethal intent; Immortal Linbo rushed forward, her voice icy:

“You think you can steal a share without asking my permission, boy?”

Li Muxian didn’t even turn his head—he simply pointed downward.

Instantly, an invisible blade aura shot forth, erasing the incoming blade in an instant, appearing before Immortal Linbo.

The old woman’s face, once frozen with frost, widened in terror.

But the blade came too fast—she could only activate the Linbo Step to dodge.

Unfortunately, her reaction was just a fraction too slow—the aura pierced straight through her forehead.

Her body, just beginning to dissolve into an afterimage, froze abruptly—and her life force vanished silently.

Han Meiyan, watching from nearby, immediately lowered her head in horror.

When she first saw Li Muxian, she had hesitated whether to act.

Now, having witnessed his terrifying power firsthand, she had not the slightest intention of moving.

Her only thought now was to flee this place as quickly as possible.

But since Li Muxian was still here, she dared not move a muscle.

She stood frozen, making no sound, pretending to be an ordinary passerby with not the faintest interest in the Qilin blood.

Meanwhile, Li Muxian glanced toward Immortal Linbo’s body and shook his head slightly.

Her previous blade had clearly aimed to kill him—otherwise, he wouldn’t have unleashed such a lethal finger-slash.

Of course, the finger-slash he used wasn’t truly unevadable—but sadly, her martial cultivation was simply too weak to avoid it.

Thus, it was simply her fate.

At that moment, Li Muxian glanced once more at Han Meiyan, who sat with eyes downcast and nose to the ground, showing no intention to act, then looked away.

Though this demonic woman was flirtatious, she at least understood human nature and knew her limits—and her figure wasn’t bad…

Hmm… I’ll leave her be for now.

Li Muxian thought, then turned his gaze back to Su Zhangqing and asked:

“Have you decided?”

Hearing this, Su Zhangqing’s expression flickered uncertainly—he could clearly sense Li Muxian’s power, yet he truly could not bring himself to surrender the Qilin blood.

He had suffered countless torments to devour this divine substance; now that he was on the verge of absorbing it completely, to force him to spit it out was unbearable.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

Seeing his prolonged silence, Li Muxian frowned slightly and acted without further delay.

Though slightly more troublesome, he had no patience to waste.

The next instant, he unleashed the Six Harmonies Sealing Palm: Dragon Grasp upon Su Zhangqing.

(End of Chapter)