Chapter 178: Ambush

Holding five Recording Pens in his hand, Lin Bai felt wonderful inside.

Nowadays.

He did not know how many people were cultivating the Incomplete Dao he had promoted; every time an item was flawed, it added one day of Internal Energy to his own.

It could be said.

Lin Bai's Internal Energy was increasing at every moment, and with the power shared from the card characters, he had no fear at all that using Palm Thunder recklessly would drain him dry.

The activation method for Palm Thunder was voice-controlled; with the Recording Pens, he did not even need players anymore.

With the Recording Pens in hand, he alone was a weapon of mass destruction.

A 10-person recording was suitable for small-team combat; 100-person, for medium-scale combat...

What was most worth rejoicing about was that he had five Recording Pens; if he took them out simultaneously and excluded those where the tongue twisters were misread, he could release over 2,000 lightning bolts at once—aside from a Nascent Soul True Person, which sect could withstand such a frenzied bombardment from him?

Players liked to use private chats to discuss matters, and through them, Lin Bai could share all the latest developments from the outside world.

Naturally, he learned of the official propaganda claiming that NPCs could be killed, and he also learned the news that in three days, two hundred thousand new players would enter the game.

In order to protect their vested interests, the Beggar Sect players were privately discussing how to deal with the upcoming attacks on Lin Bai by other players...

But Lin Bai's heart had instead calmed down; it was not that the Recording Pens had made him arrogant.

The main reason was that the officials clearly had no intention of personally taking action against him, which was the best news for him.

One must know.

To protect the players' novice period, the game officials had specifically issued an order to the novice villages that they must not target players without cause, otherwise, lightning would slaughter the city.

If the officials were truly determined to deal with him and suddenly sent down a few Heavenly Tribulations, he would not be able to endure it either!

As for the players and NPCs?

Lin Bai, who had countless systems at his side, had absolutely nothing to fear.

The linkage between systems was a Chemical reaction, always bringing him surprising changes.

For instance, this time fighting the Evil Five Sects, he had even worried that the Daoists of Huilong Temple would backstab him, leading to his failure?

Who would have thought that an impromptu plan on the road, which activated the Media System, would forcibly raise his combat power by a large margin right on the spot, resolving most of the hidden dangers...

Daoxu felt depressed.

With his romance with Lin Bai ended, at this moment, he and Lin Bai looked at each other with mutual loathing, and life had long since lost its meaning.

Originally, he had wanted to use the Evil Five Sects to get rid of Lin Bai, or let the Evil Five Sects get rid of him, so he could escape the control of the card and dissipate between heaven and earth, ending this miserable life.

But when Lin Bai obtained that Dharma Treasure, the Recording Pen, Daoxu knew his plan had fallen through.

Thunder Technique was known as the most difficult spell to cultivate, yet in Lin Bai's hands, it was as easy as turning over one's palm, comparable to a Heavenly Tribulation, and yet he appeared to have no great consumption.

Such means were enough to wipe out the Evil Five Sects.

Whether righteous or evil, the strength of the several sects around Qian City was actually about the same; unless there was a high-level expert of the Spirit Transformation realm like his master, otherwise, with the current strength of the several sects, how could it be easy to take down Lin Bai?

Daoxu even felt that perhaps even the Spirit Transformation realm was no longer a match for Lin Bai.

He now only hoped that the news of Lin Bai running amok around Qian City would spread as quickly as possible, so that more high-level experts who had attained the Dao would come to eliminate the demons and defend the Dao.

Otherwise.

If he continued to give Lin Bai time to grow, he feared that even the Seven Righteous Sects would be stirred into a complete mess by him.

Sigh!

Daoxu let out a long sigh.

A calamity indeed!

Where on earth was the way to break this situation?

Approaching Qian City.

Lin Bai learned from the players' mouths that the Hundred Flowers Valley and other sects had only just set off, rushing over to participate in his "Gancheng Cup," which was clearly just perfunctory.

However, Lin Bai's strength had skyrocketed, and he no longer cared about them.

It was better if they didn't come; if his strength were not inferior to others, he would have had the mind to wipe out the Evil Five Sects and then, in one go, bring the Hundred Flowers Valley and other sects under his command as well.

But Lin Bai knew he could not do that; before the Beggar Sect players had grown up, he could not make enemies everywhere; he still needed some friends on the surface.

After all.

The game officials had also said that all NPCs could be killed, and there was no guarantee that some player would not come to Provocation him.

The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds.

He did not yet have the strength to suppress the world; being too arrogant would easily lead to an early death...

"Only execute Lin Bai, fellow Daoists of Huilong Temple please avoid"

"Lin Bai dies, Huilong Temple returns to its place"

"Assisting Lin Bai, absolutely no mercy"

"Lin Bai's mistakes do not need to be borne by the Heavenly Descended"

"Following Lin Bai, your light will forever be obscured"

"You think he is helping you, but actually he is exploiting you"

"Observe the changes quietly, perhaps you will find a better choice"

Above the mountain forest outside Qian City, various banners filled with slogans intended to disturb people's hearts were fluttering.

They caught Lin Bai's gaze from afar, and he curled his lips in amusement.

Well then!

It really is keeping up with the times.

They even used slogans to disturb people's hearts; needless to say, it was another idea from the players behind the scenes, it's just a pity that without advertising sponsors, it lacks a lot of flavor.

……

Just as Lin Bai withdrew his gaze from the slogan, a mass of blood-colored thick fog suddenly rose from the mountain forest at his feet.

Above his head was a mass of gray mist, blocking the brilliant sunlight.

"Sect Leader, this is the Blood Fog of the Blood Shadow Sect and the Sky Curtain of the Demon Spirit Sect." Qingyu explained immediately, he sighed, "It is a pity that the Gan Kun Jing was destroyed by the Sect Leader, otherwise, it would have been their nemesis... Fellow Disciples, form a formation to protect the Heavenly Descended."

Blood Fog: within its range of coverage, unless one practices the cultivation techniques of the Blood Shadow Sect, the more blood fog one inhales, the slower one's speed will become;

Sky Curtain: blocks sunlight and disrupts the enemy's line of sight, while Magic Spirits move freely within it without being disturbed; it is a secret technique of the Demon Spirit Sect;

One after another, spiritual talismans were raised, emitting a soft light that surrounded each of the Daoists, temporarily dispersing the mist around them, but still limiting their field of vision to within ten meters.

The mist surged.

Black shadows darted through it, emitting hair-raising screams.

Lin Bai released seven card characters and formed a small team with Daoxu, Qingyu, and Huaxi Furen to guard his surroundings. This was a task from the Card System; although Lin Bai likely wouldn't need them, the tasks still had to be grinded.

It must be said.

The Evil Five Sects' preparations were far more thorough than Huilong Temple's, unlike Daoxu, who was foolish enough to go head-to-head with him.

The formation before his eyes was clearly meticulously planned.

The mist blocked his line of sight, limiting the effectiveness of his Palm Thunder.

At the same time.

The Extreme Counter-Kill System activated in time and issued a new task: 【Detected that the host has fallen into a new predicament, please win the battle while in the predicament; Reward: Agility 30】

……

"Fellow Daoists of Huilong Temple, are you truly so obsessed that you would help the thief who robbed your own sect?" An insidious voice came from the mist, "Since that is the case, we will not show mercy."

Before Lin Bai could speak, Daoxu had already channeled his Spiritual Power and sent his voice across: "Retreat quickly! Lin Bai's cultivation has advanced to the Spirit Transformation realm, you are no match for Lin Bai. Returning to the Demonic Five Sects to seek help is the best strategy."

After speaking.

He glanced at Lin Bai triumphantly and gritted his teeth: "Lin Bai, you can control this old man's body, but can you also control this old man's mouth?"

"Daoxu, it's useless, I told you long ago that your schemes wouldn't work." Lin Bai chuckled, quietly pressed the play button on the Recording Pen, and said, "The opponent's formation is already set, how could they be scared away by a few words from you?"

"You..." Daoxu choked, his blood and Qi surging, "Stop making false accusations! When did this old man ever scheme with you?"

"Master, stop making a scene, we should be of one mind and defend against the external enemy together." Qingyu glared at Daoxu in frustration and said, "Say less; why would Sect Leader Lin target you everywhere if not for your own actions? Save some face for yourself!"

"Noisy!" A female voice rang out, "Disciples of the Demon Spirit Sect, listen to my orders: kill the Heavenly Descended first, do not let them chant the Palm Thunder incantation..."

"No, Lin Bai has a Recording Pen in his hand, you should destroy his Magic Tool first." Daoxu's expression changed, and he hurriedly warned the enemy, unable to care about talking to Qingyu.

But it was already too late.

Unable to see his targets, Lin Bai chose the recording of five hundred Palm Thunders.

The moment the recording reached its end, Lin Bai's left hand and left eye detached from his body and charged into the mist simultaneously; bolts of lightning fell like rain, circling around the players' Suspension Talismans and launching a round of indiscriminate, heavy bombardment.

The electric light pierced through the thick fog, and screams erupted instantly; those black shadows hiding in the mist to attack the players encountered the lightning and, like snowflakes meeting hot coals, vanished into ashes in an instant...

(End of chapter)