Chapter 201: Fierce Battle with the Tiger Demon

Among the twelve peak clans, the powerful beings conversed; the powerful beings from the other clans exchanged glances, then fell silent, unlike the juniors—cultivators of their stature often represent their clan's will when they go out.

If a single sentence is spoken poorly, it may cause the other side to misunderstand, leaving them in tears; whether the misunderstanding is genuine or feigned doesn't matter—what matters is having a pretext.

In the eyes of the spiritual-world clans, none of the twelve peak clans is anything good. In the sky, Qingyu and Chifeng exchanged a glance, each letting out a cold snort, then fell silent.

Meanwhile, in Fallen Immortal Valley, Wang Ping appeared beside a sparkling lake!

All around was grass covering the ground, and scattered along the bank were strange red flowers that Wang Ping did not recognize.

What surprised Wang Ping most was the spiritual energy here: it was so dense it had practically condensed into liquid, and mixed within it were some other kinds of aura.

At this moment the silver stone gate sounded: 【The spiritual energy here contains strands of immortal spiritual energy, extremely scarce, but for you who are at Golden Core and Nascent Soul realms, it is a rare and precious tonic; refining it can improve your Golden Core quality and remove impurities. This is why most cultivators who come here are Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators—the first blessing of entering Fallen Immortal Valley is this very heaven-and-earth spiritual energy! Once they leave, as long as they do not die, they will surely break through to the Divine Transformation realm.

You can use the silver cube space to absorb this place's spiritual energy; later you can cultivate in the lower realm.】

Wang Ping asked in surprise, 'Can I absorb immortal spiritual energy at my current realm?'

Silver Stone Gate: 【Don't worry, this is immortal spiritual energy diluted untold times; you can still withstand it! Now, follow my guidance—I can feel that one of my fragments is not far from here!】

Wang Ping nodded, didn't linger here, and directly followed the Silver Stone Gate's guidance.

Soon afterward, on a small hill no more than about six and a half meters ahead, a tiger demon roughly three meters tall appeared; its body measured about a hundred Chinese inches (≈3.3 meters) long, its limbs were black, and a black pattern resembling the Chinese character for king on its forehead added an aura of dominance.

Wang Ping's initial clash with the Vajra Pestle in hand, he focused and waited; judging solely by the aura it emitted, it should be comparable to late Golden Core combat strength!

He did want to flee, but the tiger demon's aura had already locked onto him; in this situation, choosing to run would be tantamount to a dead end.

Hou—wu!

After a prolonged standoff, the tiger demon could no longer endure; with a roar, layers of air waves instantly appeared around it—the innate secret art of the tiger clan, Tiger Roar, a sound-based secret art capable of shaking the souls and wills of all living beings.

Even with Wang Ping's current soul strength and vast divine sense, he still felt somewhat dazed!

And the tiger demon had been waiting for this very moment; a tiger pounce leapt directly across a thousand zhang, its thick black legs bursting with unmatched force, causing the small hill where it had just stood to collapse with a boom.

The demon valley's explosive power is extremely strong, and added to the boost from its massive demonic body, it leapt from afar as if a peerless demon tiger, exuding an extremely oppressive aura.

Those overbearing tiger eyes flashed a bloodthirsty light; Wang Ping was merely stared at, and the tiger demon's immense aura suppressed him, rendering him unable to move.

However, Wang Ping was naturally not one to sit and wait for death; at the moment the tiger demon lunged, he snapped to awareness and unleashed his gravity technique without hesitation—now his gravity technique had been condensed to a thirty-li radius; though the range was shrinking, the gravity was increasing!

Screech!

An extremely harsh tearing sound rang out; Wang Ping's face changed, his complexion suddenly flushed, and he couldn't help but stumble back a few steps!

Boom!

That tiger demon crashed heavily to the ground, its limbs sinking into the earth.

Hum!

A sparkling bracelet emitting five-colored light suddenly appeared on the tiger demon's neck!

Having entered the Golden Core realm, Wang Ping unleashed his Vajra Pestle for the first time; this time he did not input the five elemental spiritual powers sequentially, but instead employed his already unified five-colored spiritual power, pouring it directly into the Vajra Pestle!

And the Vajra Pestle did not disappoint him, directly cleaving more than half of the tiger demon's neck!

Puchi!

A jet of blood three zhang high shot up into the sky!

Wu!

The tiger demon wanted to howl in pain, but with its neck more than half severed it could not let out a full roar, ending in a choked whimper!

Hum!

The Vajra Pestle struck again—boom! A tiger head as large as half a house crashed heavily to the ground; streams of blood quickly dyed the vicinity red.

Only then did Wang Ping spit out a mouthful of blood with a pu—this injury was the backlash from when he had just unleashed his gravity technique!

At that moment, when Wang Ping's gravity field unfolded, it did not immediately bind the tiger demon; instead it surged forward a certain distance before crashing heavily to the ground.

And it was precisely that charge distance that caused Wang Ping to suffer a potentially serious injury—the feeling was like a net suddenly invaded by a fish of immense strength that could not be contained.

At that time, all the forces within the gravity field seemed to collapse toward the giant tiger; Wang Ping couldn't react in time and directly suffered the backlash.

Fortunately, in the end he still managed to press the tiger demon to the ground, buying him the time to throw out the Vajra Pestle; otherwise, this injury might have worsened, possibly shaking his newly condensed Golden Core and even risking a realm drop!

He glanced at the tiger demon—late Golden Core demon beasts are treasure from head to toe—while at the same time, seven or eight Great Perfection Golden Core foreigners flew over from behind, coming with great momentum; even before they drew near, they already shouted loudly:

'Human! Release that tiger demon!'

Wang Ping gave a hollow chuckle, then shot forward; he directly seized the tiger demon into his storage bracelet, simultaneously activating Starfire Blaze—his form instantly turned into a stream of light that vanished deep into the forest, so fast that the several foreigners behind were stunned and halted their flight.

'Forget it; it's not worth it for a single tiger demon. Let's go! Next time we encounter this human, we'll just seize him.'

The foreigner at the forefront, with green long hair and facial scales, spoke.

Meanwhile, Wang Ping, having entered the deep forest, unleashed a secret art from the Qingdi Changsheng Gong, merging once more with the surrounding ancient trees.

Finally he selected an ancient tree, merged with it, and began to heal his wounds!

After three hours, Wang Ping's complexion finally returned to normal, and his breath smoothed out!

Having recovered from his injuries, his expression did not relax but grew grave; after entering the Golden Core realm, his cultivation method still needed to be self-created—now Wang Ping's combat relied entirely on dao arts and the Vajra Pestle, lacking a method to oversee the whole, so his strength could not be fully exerted.

Moreover, his attack methods were too single; he had not cultivated dao arts with attributes. Although his gravity technique and Starfire Blaze were not bad, they still needed to be developed into the Dao Manifestation realm before Wang Ping could again possess peerless strength at his level.

However, he still had the Five-Colored Divine Light unreleased, so Wang Ping retained a sliver of confidence.

But for now, finding the fragments of the Silver Stone Gate is urgent; the matters he had just considered can only be contemplated in peace after he reaches the lower realm—right now he lacks the conditions.

'Transcendent Lord, how far is the destination?' Wang Ping asked.

Silver Stone Gate: 【There's still a thousand li to go! About three hours until arrival, but before that, ahead of you there is an injured human; you can tell him the news of the Spiritual Realm, then send him out—outside, the powerful ones will naturally receive the message!】

Wang Ping wondered aloud, 'How do I send him out?'

【Kill him! In Fallen Immortal Valley, everyone essentially has an extra life; upon death they are immediately sent out, and the resources you obtain will be left here!】