Chapter 117: Five Yin Gold Evil Beheads the Leader, Seeking Life Amidst Death

Sigh, I wonder if this world has any idioms similar to "Tian Ji's Horse Racing."

Chen Ci sighed slightly and suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart; he was the inferior horse himself, so who could he go to for justice?

The bad news is that he doesn't know what kind of horse the other side will send; if a high-level cultivator comes out directly, he reckons his chances of survival are slim.

The good news is that at least he won't be ganged up on, though since the enemy is many and he is few, it's hard to say what will happen later.

"You really have caused your Grandpa Chen a lot of trouble."

Chen Ci secretly groaned; although his expression remained calm, which cultivator wasn't sharp-eared, bright-eyed, and quick-witted? The He Mountain Sect cultivators opposite saw that his appearance was somewhat reluctant and his cultivation not very high, so they naturally could see that Chen Ci's expression wasn't as calm as it appeared on the surface. One by one, they were eager to try, clearly intending to take the lead and crush a soft persimmon.

Some even sneered, showing disdain.

Yao Daosheng only glanced at Chen Ci and didn't take it to heart. This level of True Qi cultivation was barely enough to run errands for him; a mere ant, someone could probably dismiss him with a wave of their hand. He immediately waved his hand: "Junior Brother Fan, you go."

"Yes!"

This person was called Fan Xian, with a True Qi cultivation around Fifty Apertures. He wasn't particularly outstanding among Yao Daosheng's subordinates and usually had no chance to stand out. Today, being chosen to lead the charge, he was overjoyed, thinking to do it beautifully so he could advance under Senior Brother Yao in the future.

Chen Ci took a moment to glance at his Gold Finger panel to check his own means.

Five Yin Evil Qi Bag: 11th layer Prohibition / 1/100 (Six strands of Five Yin Black Evil, five strands of Five Yin Gold Evil)

White Bone Heart-Lock Hammer: 4th layer Prohibition / 3/100

Bone Yin Fire Method: Minor Achievement / 2/100

There were also ten clusters of Poison Phosphorus Yin Fire with slightly improved quality, which he had quietly sealed into the head of the Heart-Lock Hammer using a technique; the specific effect would still need to be tested in actual combat to be clear.

Five Ghosts Possession Great Method, hmm, scratch that, useless.

Five Ghosts Transportation Method: Great Achievement / 2/100

Sigh, a chicken-rib minor technique for running errands, but once he obtains the Five Ghosts Possession Great Method, it should have a promising future, provided he can end today well.

Refined Soul-Fixing Talisman, quite a thick stack.

It's a bit hard to swallow; he cultivates bitterly every day, lives frugally, yet his foundation is so thin and his means so few. Chen Ci felt a sense of melancholy for no reason. For a bottom-tier cultivator like him who has nothing but his looks, when will his day of success come?

"This Junior Brother, why show such a maidenly posture?"

Once he walked closer, this cultivator surnamed Fan breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and clicked his tongue: "Life and death are in an instant; the duel will be quick, it won't hurt."

Although it is difficult to judge a cultivator's lifespan by their appearance, the general situation can still be seen through some characteristics. One look at this Chen fellow's age showed it wasn't very high, which also meant the level of the Dharma Artifact he refined wouldn't be very high, greatly reducing the threat level.

There is no such thing as "fists fear the young and strong" in dueling; the older a cultivator is, the sharper their eye and the greater the power of their Dharma Artifact. Young cultivators, on the contrary, have little accumulation and are not worth mentioning.

"Why must an inferior horse make things difficult for an inferior horse?"

Chen Ci closed the Gold Finger panel, and upon seeing the person clearly, he also breathed a slight sigh of relief and replied indifferently: "You haven't died before, how do you know it won't hurt?"

"Heh, because no one has ever cried out in pain after being struck by my sword."

Fan Xian was still greeting Chen Ci the second before, but the next second he had already struck: "Since it is a death match, I won't hold back for you, Junior Brother. Watch the sword!"

As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly attacked. A White Bone Dharma Sword flew out from behind his waist and stabbed toward Chen Ci. Its speed was like an arrow shot from a powerful bow, incredibly fast, crossing half the field in a breath, heading straight to kill Chen Ci.

Fan Xian wanted to advance in front of Yao Daosheng, so he had to win beautifully. Naturally, he thought of killing the enemy in one move. Even though his cultivation was slightly higher than Chen Ci's, he still spoke to disturb his mind, then immediately took the initiative to unleash his Five Poisons White Bone Sword, not giving any chance.

"Flying sword?"

Chen Ci was also given a huge fright. A flying sword right from the start? This is an inferior horse?!

Chen Ci immediately went all out. Three strands of Five Yin Black Evil flew out from the Five Yin Evil Qi Bag at his waist to coil around the White Bone Dharma Sword, while on the other side, two strands of Five Yin Gold Evil followed behind two other strands of Black Evil, heading to kill the one surnamed Fan.

Seeing Chen Ci's method, the cultivator surnamed Fan laughed. Although the Five Yin Evil Qi Bag ranked high in the He Mountain Sect, it was because it had many variations, not because its killing power was very strong.

This little Outer Transmission disciple surnamed Chen, although he had obtained the method for refining Dharma Artifacts, hadn't even obtained the most basic secret transmissions. It was clear he had no teacher's guidance; the evil qi he practiced was yin but not filthy—what use was it?

Take the Five Yin Black Evil, for example. Although it is refined from the flesh and blood of living beings, each peak and lineage has its own secret tricks. For the simplest one, using various means to torture living beings so their resentment soars to the heavens before being swallowed alive by the Five Yin Evil Qi Bag—the resulting Five Yin Black Evil, besides the effects of strangling and capturing, could also defile the True Qi and Dharma Artifacts of ordinary cultivators. That is what could be considered somewhat powerful, not to mention those secret methods that incorporate various poisonous sands and poisonous smokes, each with its own mysteries.

This is the meaning of "False transmissions fill ten thousand books, true transmissions are on a single page." Without a teacher to point things out, simply thinking that refining the flesh and blood of living beings would lead to success—the Five Yin Evil Qi Bag he refined probably couldn't even defeat some miscellaneous rogue cultivators.

This kind of Five Yin Black Evil without any variation couldn't even strangle through his protective True Qi. Fan Xian couldn't be bothered to dodge and pinched a Dharma seal to manipulate his own Five Poisons White Bone Sword. This kind of poison-attribute Dharma sword would kill if it just grazed the skin and cause death if one smelled it twice; as long as he got close, that Chen fellow would surely die.

"Die!"

Seeing the Five Poisons White Bone Sword break free from the interception of the Five Yin Black Evil, Fan Xian couldn't help but shout aloud. Just as he was thinking about how to ask for credit later, suddenly his neck felt cold, and he felt his own vision fly high into the air, sinking into darkness.

Chen Ci blinked, not saying a word. He was a tough guy.

It's just this flying sword, why was it so weak? It didn't have the slightest flair of "killing a person every ten steps, not leaving a trace for a thousand miles."

Chen Ci pointed his finger, withdrawing the evil qi, and simultaneously took this White Bone Dharma Sword. Must say, although both were bone-based, this bone sword's appearance was far worse than his own White Bone Heart-Locking Sword; the gloomy white bone was permeated with black smoke and poisonous mist in its dull, miserable color, far inferior to the gold-and-jade bone luster of the White Bone Heart-Locking Sword.

"This isn't a flying sword. I'm afraid that guy was using an object-controlling spell to operate the Dharma sword as a flying sword. No wonder both the speed and force were not up to par."

Chen Ci threw this White Bone Dharma Sword aside with some regret; it wasn't a flying sword, so he didn't even care for it.

But when he looked at the situation on the field again, Chen Ci's heart skipped a beat, feeling something was slightly wrong.

"Damn, I won a bit too fast. Don't tell me I've been promoted from an inferior horse to a medium horse?"

It's also that guy's fault for throwing a fake flying sword for no reason, which gave Chen Ci a start. He didn't hold back at all. He, Chen, was a Side Door Cultivator with two and a half years of cultivation time, after all; he had at least some strength.

In an instant, several thoughts turned in Chen Ci's mind. He had the heart to retreat, but decisively extinguished the thought of leaving the field.

If he retreated now, regardless of the outcome on both sides, he, Chen, would be facing a nine-out-of-ten chance of death!

Today, there were a total of sixteen He Mountain Sect cultivators on both sides, and the only outcome was for one side to die out completely; there was no other way. Even if he retreated now, he would still have to go up later, and the danger might be several times greater.

One must know that those with the lowest cultivation are the easiest to turn to dust. He had been pushed by someone just now to lead the charge. Although the five people on his side were grasshoppers on the same string, it was by no means a harmonious atmosphere of brotherly love; everyone had their own hidden agendas. Chen Ci was the most passive one; who knew who might hide behind him next? There was no way out.

The other side still had nine Qi Refining cultivators. Chen Ci vaguely felt that three of them had True Qi cultivation approaching the Hundred Apertures, and the remaining six also had cultivation higher than his, but not by much—just about ten or twenty apertures.

Whether it was a wheel battle or a chaotic battle, if the opponent was one of those six, he still had some confidence in escaping unscathed. But once he ran into those three Hundred Acupoint Cultivators, he feared the only result would be death and soul dissipation. Instead, by dueling on his own side now, he still had some opportunity to control the situation a little bit.

Rather than leaving it to fate, it was better to take the initiative, fight, and strive for that glimmer of survival.

Chen Ci put his thoughts aside, adjusted his slightly crooked Five Yin Evil Qi Bag, bowed slightly to the opposite side, and said in a clear voice: "I love to speak the truth. Senior Brother Yao, I am under Senior Brother Lin, the youngest in age, lowest in cultivation, most meager in ability, and most unpromising. Just now, although this Senior Brother Fan's Dharma sword was sharp, his methods were a bit lacking, heh."

Pausing, Chen Ci laughed and lowered his eyes slightly: "Therefore, Outer Transmission disciple Chen Ci, I ask for instruction again!"

For a moment, the field was silent.

"Good, very good!"

Yao Daosheng's face turned gloomy and uncertain, and a murderous intent surged in his eyes. It didn't matter that the trash surnamed Fan died, but his face had already been lost. Winning was winning, but this ant still had to emphasize that he was the most unpromising one under that Lin Laohu—what was the meaning of that? Trying to use that guy to suppress him?

Yao Daosheng narrowed his eyes until only a sliver remained, swept his gaze around, and finally let his eyes land on the gray-robed cultivator at the very end of the left side, who happened to be the one with the lowest cultivation base among his own people, then said in a deep voice: "Go, behead him!"

There have been a lot of things going on these past two days, and this plot is also a bit difficult to write; I wrote six thousand words last night but felt something was off, so I deleted four thousand and rewrote it. I hope you readers will forgive me~

(The outline actually exists, it's just that the flavor was a bit off when I wrote it out.)

To provide a brief summary for January, I updated one hundred and five thousand words, which is quite lackluster. I am sorry for failing to live up to the strong support of you gentlemen. I will strive to do better in February and will definitely exceed the update count of January. That is all.

(End of this chapter)