The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

Arc 25: Tempest Field | Chapter 469: Unexpected

All the Chaotic Wind Flowers were connected, their translucent white petals swaying along with the wind wall, forming an illusion of something cloud-like or misty, drifting gently. The sight was incredibly beautiful, like something out of a dream.

Such beauty was unforgettable at first glance.

And the number of Chaotic Wind Flowers seemed to be in the thousands, difficult to estimate.

Xu Ziqing was instantly overjoyed upon seeing this.

With so many Chaotic Wind Flowers, if they were all harvested, there would be no fear of losing to those few opponents. However, with a quick second thought, he remained cautious.

Indeed, there were many Chaotic Wind Flowers here, but they had the fortunate encounter with the Li family, which led to this great opportunity. However, the other group would also be staying in this dangerous realm for a month. Who could say they wouldn’t find a similar gathering of Chaotic Wind Flowers?

Indeed, more caution was needed.

As he was thinking, Tu Jin and the others came over from the other two weak points.

It was better for the group to gather in one place to proceed with their task.

Seeing that everyone had entered safely, Li Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said, “Let’s quickly start harvesting.” After a brief moment of thought, he added, “How about I and Brother Tu stand guard while the other four focus on harvesting the Chaotic Wind Flowers? What do you think?” His arrangement was highly appropriate.

Among the six, Tu Jin had the highest cultivation level and would naturally react the fastest. Having him fend off potential attacks from the seventh-level Wind Beast would make the task much easier. As for Li Qingyuan, he was very familiar with the Wind Beast, making him a perfect partner for Tu Jin.

The other cultivators had no objections and agreed immediately, proceeding as suggested.

Xu Ziqing and Yun Lie exchanged a glance without hesitation and bent down to start harvesting.

At the bottom of this valley, the wind wall had balanced out the wind currents. Although the wind was still fierce within, it was manageable and didn’t have any particularly difficult qualities. As such, even though everyone had to rely on their spiritual sense to see, they didn’t need to use too much of their true energy for protection and could begin working immediately.

Yun Lie’s expression remained calm as he pointed with two fingers, a wisp of black-gold sword light appearing at his fingertips.

As soon as the sword light shot forth, it transformed into countless sword threads, and in almost the blink of an eye, they flew out swiftly, moving like agile serpents weaving through the dense patch of Chaotic Wind Flowers.

Wherever the sword threads passed, the stems of the flowers were severed, and with a wave of Yun Lie’s hand, he collected them into a thick, earthen box that had been prepared in advance.

Yin Xiu and Xun Liang also had their own methods. One used a delicate sword intent like fine, continuous raindrops, permeating every gap, lifting the Chaotic Wind Flowers and sweeping them into his grasp. The other had a heavier sword intent. With just a single stab into the ground, waves of earth surged up, uprooting entire patches of Chaotic Wind Flowers, clearing the area in one sweep.

Both worked incredibly fast, and in no time, they had stripped a large portion of the land.

Seeing this, Xu Ziqing was determined not to fall behind.

A Tai Chi symbol floated above Xu Ziqing’s head, with the gate of the Yang Fish wide open. In an instant, countless thin vines, only as thick as a finger, shot out. These vines were not the bloodthirsty demon vines but a different, more flexible type of vine. As they extended, they swiftly twisted around the nearby Chaotic Wind Flowers, severing them all and pulling them back in one sweep. Then, with a gentle tap of his finger on the ground, a faint green light glowed beneath his fingertip.

Soon, within a few meters ahead, slender grass stalks sprouted near the Chaotic Wind Flowers. They, too, pounced on the flower stems, tightly coiling around them, uprooting them and swiftly pulling them back! In this way, Xu Ziqing was not only as fast as the sword cultivators but seemed even slightly quicker.

This was the advantage of Xu Ziqing’s versatile techniques as a wood cultivator. He was especially skilled in tasks requiring precision and fine control.

Thus, with everyone working together, in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the thick earthen box was filled with seven to eight hundred Chaotic Wind Flowers, packed densely together, making everyone who looked at it feel a bit envious.

For a moment, the cultivators put in even more effort, intent on harvesting every single Chaotic Wind Flower.

But just then, an overwhelming sense of danger suddenly washed over them, terrifying and intense.

Xu Ziqing’s heart tightened. He immediately wrapped himself in dozens of bloodthirsty demon vines and rolled to the left, barely avoiding the attack!

Where he had just stood, there was now an exceptionally deep hole, seemingly bottomless and extremely terrifying.

Such power was beyond even what Xu Ziqing’s Wanlong Fist could create. No other spell, like the Qingyun Needles, could produce such a smooth and deep pit either. He was shocked and became even more cautious, extending his spiritual sense further to prevent any slip-ups that could lead to serious injury or death.

Xu Ziqing quickly realized that he wasn’t the only one under attack. His senior brother Yun Lie, as well as the other sword cultivators, were all targeted by similar strikes!

Yun Lie reacted instantly, raising his black-gold sword in defense. The sword expanded to an enormous size, like a giant door blocking him entirely. The attack slammed into it with immense force!

Even with Yun Lie’s high cultivation, his immortal demon body was pushed back nearly a meter before he could stabilize himself.

Yin Xiu and Xun Liang, both using their sword intent to block the attacks, also struggled. Although they lacked the immortal demonic body, their cultivation levels were higher than Yun Lie’s, and their profound true essence allowed them to withstand the attack just as effectively.

Xu Ziqing grew increasingly alarmed. He hastily extended his spiritual sense, searching for the source of the attack within the wind.

Suddenly, a flash of blood-red light streaked through the air, aiming at a specific spot within the wind!

A young voice rang out: “Everyone, be careful! It’s an eighth-level Wind Beast!” It was Li Qingyuan’s warning.

The cultivators were all shocked.

An eighth-level Wind Beast?

Li Qingyuan had mentioned earlier that only seventh-level Wind Beasts should be present here. An eighth-level Wind Beast’s strength was equivalent to a cultivator at the Great Ascension stage. For a group of late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators like them, they would need to exercise extreme caution. If they had known about the eighth-level Wind Beast beforehand, they might not have come at all after careful consideration.

But now, retreat was not an option.

The eighth-level Wind Beast was highly cunning. It had discerned that Tu Jin was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, with the added power of a second refinement Sword Soul and a profound understanding of swordsmanship. This meant Tu Jin could likely engage it in a long, drawn-out fight. Thus, the Wind Beast did not attack Tu Jin directly at first. Instead, it launched a sneak attack, aiming to eliminate the others first before focusing on Tu Jin.

Fortunately, Xu Ziqing and the others were highly experienced and always on high alert. They reacted swiftly in the split second available, narrowly escaping disaster and alerting Tu Jin in the process.

Now, Tu Jin enraged, locked the eighth-level Wind Beast in combat, preventing it from targeting anyone else for the time being.

Li Qingyuan urgently said, “Everyone has already gathered plenty. We should flee quickly!”

The other cultivators also knew they were no match for the eighth-level Wind Beast. However, the close brush with death had left them filled with anger.

Yun Lie’s gaze turned icy, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned a beam of light.

In the blink of an eye, a giant beast appeared from within the light!

Yin Xiu and Xun Liang couldn’t help but exclaim, “A puppet beast!”

Yun Lie instructed, “Assist Tu Jin.”

The puppet beast shimmered for a moment before instantly appearing beside Tu Jin, joining him in attacking the eighth-level Wind Beast.

Xu Ziqing then said, “Shall we assist Brother Tu from the sidelines?”

The other cultivators agreed without hesitation.

However, Li Qingyuan stared in shock at the puppet beast, his mind filled with confusion. After a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth, prepared to follow the others into battle.

But Xun Liang and the others quickly intervened, saying, “Stay back and protect yourself. Leave the battle to us.”

Li Qingyuan took a deep breath and retreated. Earlier, his blood had rushed to his head in the heat of the moment, but now he understood that his methods as a scholar were quite different from those of the cultivators. If he joined the fray, he might disrupt their battle formations, so it was better not to be a burden.

The cultivators spread out, surrounding the Wind Beast from multiple directions.

The Wind Beast was exceedingly powerful within the Wind Wall. If they allowed it to enter the Wind Wall, it could manipulate the deadly winds that formed the wall and freely move between the fierce gales. In that case, it would become far more dangerous. For now, they had to prevent it from entering the Wind Wall, keeping it confined to the outer gales, where it would be slightly easier to handle.

With their plan set, the cultivators unleashed their techniques.

Xu Ziqing was the first to act, summoning countless long, thread-like blades of grass. In an instant, the grass wove together into a massive grass wall, completely blocking the Wind Wall in the direction he guarded. The Wind Beast’s ability to transform into the wind was far superior to that of other Wind Beasts, making any unusual movements during its wind transformation almost undetectable. But with the dense grass wall in place, it would now encounter a moment of resistance when trying to enter, making its movements more noticeable and easier to track and intercept.

The sword cultivators held their positions, and when they saw Xu Ziqing’s grass wall not only blocking the wind but rapidly spreading to cover both sides, gradually enclosing the entire Wind Wall, they were overjoyed.

Xun Liang couldn’t help but exclaim, “Well done, Daoist Xu!”

Even Yin Xiu, usually gloomy, softened his expression a little.

Though Xu Ziqing was praised, he didn’t dare to slack off, instead pushing his true essence harder, urging the grass to grow faster and more vigorously.

In just a few moments, the grass wall had covered most of the Wind Wall!

This method was far more effective than other techniques they had used.

Meanwhile, Tu Jin and the eighth-level Wind Beast were locked in an intense battle. Earlier, Tu Jin had made a slight mistake, allowing the beast to nearly harm his companions, which caused him to lose face and fueled his rage. Now, as he fought, he unleashed all his strength. In an instant, flames of blood-red fire surged, and murderous energy filled the air, turning the surrounding space crimson. Tu Jin’s sword intent transformed into a torrent of blood, imbued with an unstoppable force. No matter how the eighth-level Wind Beast’s form blurred and shifted, it remained trapped within the bloodstorm, unable to escape for the moment. Tu Jin fought more fiercely than ever before, though still a realm lower than the beast, capable only of holding it at bay, not killing it.

Suddenly, the arrival of the giant puppet significantly eased Tu Jin’s burden. Then, in an instant, Yun Lie and the three other sword cultivators joined the battle, while Xu Ziqing sealed the Wind Beast’s path into the Wind Wall, effectively trapping the beast.

The eighth-level Wind Beast was furious, spitting out countless air blasts. The sharp sounds of the blasts tearing through the air were terrifying. Each time they hit the ground, they formed perfectly round holes—the very same technique the beast had used earlier in its ambush, a display of its innate divine ability!

Translator: Lynn

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