The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

Arc 25: Tempest Field | Chapter 470: Fighting Eighth Level Wind Beast

It is said that the eighth-level Wind Beast’s strength is equivalent to that of a cultivator at the Great Ascension stage. However, the hardships a Great Ascension cultivator endures to reach such a level are incomparable to these exotic beasts, which are born from the wind and naturally accumulate wind power over long periods.

Though the eighth-level Wind Beast is formidable, when it comes to true skill, both a cultivator at the Great Ascension stage or a shen cultivator at the Transforming Tribulation stage could easily defeat it. Even though Tu Jin was slightly weaker than the beast by one realm, wasn’t he still holding it off? It just took him more effort to kill it.

Nonetheless, the Wind Beast’s innate abilities were still extraordinary. The air masses it spat out were not ordinary gusts of wind.

A faint blue light shot toward Xu Ziqing at incredible speed, even faster than the other air masses from before. It was almost about to hit Xu Ziqing directly in the face. At that moment, he was focusing all his attention on weaving the grass wall, which caused a slight delay in his reaction.

To the eighth-level Wind Beast, this minor delay was a massive flaw.

It planned to take Xu Ziqing out, which would cause the grass wall to collapse, making it much easier for the beast to penetrate the Wind Wall and unleash its full power.

But since Xu Ziqing was showcasing his skills, how could the other sword cultivators not keep a close eye on him?

Especially Yun Lie, who was Xu Ziqing’s Dao partner. Even though he was assisting Tu Jin, he still kept part of his attention on his shidi. The moment the Wind Beast made its move, Yun Lie sensed it immediately. He quickly unleashed his sword intent, barely intercepting the air mass.

Yun Lie was now at the fourth refinement of Sword Soul, making his sword intent the fastest and strongest among all the sword cultivators present.

As the sword intent collided with the air mass, the latter instantly dispersed, but Xu Ziqing noticed something that surprised him.

“Huh?” he murmured. Despite his shixiong’s powerful sword intent, a portion of it was still dissipated when it hit the air mass. Moreover, as the fragmented pale blue air mass scattered and struck the grass wall, it ignited a small flame, burning a large hole into it!

Xu Ziqing frowned and immediately increased the output of his true essence.

Within moments, the burning area was covered once again as the grass rapidly regrew, sealing off the Wind Wall.

However… if more of these pale blue air masses hit the grass wall, it would surely collapse. The growth of the grass couldn’t keep up with the speed of destruction!

Fortunately, Xu Ziqing was not fighting alone.

Yun Lie did not retract his sword intent; instead, he let it coil protectively around his junior brother.

Meanwhile, the other sword cultivators fought fiercely against the eighth-level Wind Beast. Every air mass the beast spat out was shredded to pieces by the group. With the previous incident as a lesson, they were no longer allowing even the remnants of the blasts to touch the grass wall. Nor would they give the Wind Beast any chance to escape!

The battle soon reached a fierce climax.

The giant puppet was proving to be exceptional. In terms of power, it was even stronger than Tu Jin. It had been crafted with the combined efforts of the Qianqu Wanpai Sect, representing the pinnacle of puppet-making. Though it had no intelligence, its instincts allowed it to make the most advantageous decisions. Its tough outer shell was comparable to a precious artifact, making it nearly impossible to damage. Even when hit by the air masses, it didn’t budge.

With the puppet’s assistance, Tu Jin fought with even greater ferocity, and the eighth-level Wind Beast was gradually losing ground. It also had to contend with the occasional strikes from the other sword cultivators, making it even harder to defend itself.

Though its speed and wind-transformation ability were formidable, it could no longer hold out.

Sensing danger, the eighth-level Wind Beast’s form suddenly began to flicker between clarity and obscurity!

—In theory, its previously hazy form made it difficult to capture, but now that it was becoming clearer, it should be easier to deal with.

However, the numerous cultivators, being battle-hardened, became even more vigilant at this moment.

Sure enough, the eighth-level Wind Beast raised its head and spat out a flurry of wind blades!

These blades formed an arc, each one rotating continuously, with each varying in color and containing incredibly terrifying power!

Tu Jin, being the most advanced in cultivation, reacted swiftly. His eyes flashed as he stepped forward and struck with his sword intent!

“Boom—”

After a piercing explosion, the wind blades and sword intent neutralized each other, but Tu Jin’s sword intent was entirely consumed and couldn’t fully shred the wind blade fragments!

The fragments scattered and wherever they landed, a depression formed.

Upon closer inspection, the cultivators noticed that in these depressions, the ground had turned to sand, which was quickly swallowed by an invisible force, leaving behind remnants resembling something that had been devoured.

If this had struck a person… wouldn’t it have turned their flesh, bones, and blood into a decayed mess?

This was truly too bizarre!

At this point, Tu Jin warned, “Everyone, this beast can spew different types of winds, each with its own abilities. Be extremely careful!”

The cultivators quickly understood that the deeper aspect of the eighth-level Wind Beast’s power was its ability to compress various types of wind into blades to attack its enemies. Each wind blade contained the power of a malignant wind, and if even a single piece touched a cultivator, it would be as though that malicious wind had directly invaded their body, unleashing its full destructive force.

Realizing this, everyone became even more cautious.

The eighth-level Wind Beast then unleashed one wind after another: Earth Wind, Flame Wind, Thunder Wind, followed by Pure Water Wind, Barren Wood Wind, Quicksand Wind, and even Soul-Devouring Wind, Blood Flame Wind, and Red Silk Wind. The different types seemed endless, overwhelming the group.

This kind of ability was equivalent to having multiple forms of divine abilities, making it incredibly challenging to deal with.

Seeing this, Xu Ziqing couldn’t help but send a voice transmission to Yun Lie: “Be careful, Shixiong!”

Yun Lie responded and became even more fierce in his attacks.

Meanwhile, Tu Jin, upon witnessing the arrogance of the eighth-level Wind Beast, could no longer tolerate it. With a cold snort, he bit his fingertip and smeared blood on a blood-colored long sword.

In an instant, the blood-colored long sword glowed intensely, releasing beams of light several meters long.

Then, Tu Jin unleashed his sword intent, suddenly conjuring a boundless sea of blood that descended from above, ready to suppress the eighth-level Wind Beast!

At the same time, the giant puppet also opened its mouth, inhaling the raging winds around it, only to blast them out again with great force—

Though the Wind Beast kept spitting out wind attacks, its form became more and more discernible.

Seeing this, the cultivators were overjoyed.

How could such a powerful ability be used continuously without consequence? The longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it became for the Wind Beast. As long as they could hold out a bit longer, the eighth-level Wind Beast would be undoubtedly defeated! At that moment, all the sword cultivators unleashed their most powerful techniques, and Xu Ziqing also released his bloodthirsty demon vines, which surged forward like a swarm of giant serpents, relentlessly wrapping around the Wind Beast’s body!

The eighth-level Wind Beast let out a frenzied howl, but under the relentless barrage of attacks, it couldn’t hold out any longer and fell with a thunderous crash!

At this point, the beast was finally ground to death.

The cultivators, seeing that it was no longer moving, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Qingyuan, who had been watching, was overwhelmed with excitement, almost to the point of suffocation. He quickly regained his composure, his face breaking into a wide smile as he approached. “You all are truly incredible! Even an eighth-level Wind Beast was no match for you!”

Tu Jin and the other sword cultivators sheathed their swords and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Yun Lie immediately retracted his giant puppet.

Xu Ziqing smiled faintly, causing the grass wall to vanish in an instant, while the bloodthirsty demon vines returned to his Small Universe. He then represented the group and responded to Li Qingyuan, “Brother Li flatters us, it was just luck.”

This battle was indeed thrilling, but it didn’t leave Xu Ziqing with any real fear. Although he was only at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, his skills had greatly improved after honing them on the Jiuxu Battlefield, surpassing many other cultivators of the same level.

The eighth-level Wind Beast was formidable, but it was just one beast. No matter how powerful it appeared, how could its aura compare to the terrifying momentum unleashed by the many great demon monsters on the Jiuxu Battlefield? After being tempered by that experience, the Wind Beast’s aura couldn’t suppress Xu Ziqing, let alone Yun Lie, who had fought against demon monsters and killed them alongside his giant puppet.

After praising them, Li Qingyuan, looking a bit guilty, added, “I apologize to everyone. If it weren’t for the mistake in my information, this wouldn’t have happened. I’m just grateful no one was harmed; otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to make up for it.”

Xu Ziqing and the others responded that “it was no trouble.”

It had been a scare, but the outcome was good, so there was no need to make things difficult.

After all, Li Qingyuan had helped them solve a tricky issue, and with his good intentions, there was no need to be too harsh.

Even Tu Jin, the most eccentric of the group, showed no discontent.

Seeing this, Li Qingyuan’s expression relaxed, and he became even more amicable toward the cultivators.

The corpse of the eighth-level Wind Beast was then divided evenly among the five cultivators. No one bothered to argue over who got more or less.

Although the eighth-level Wind Beast was gone, the wind wall at this place remained stubborn, and the howling winds inside never ceased.

The group posted two people to stand guard while the other four cultivators quickly resumed harvesting the Chaotic Wind Flowers.

After about half an hour, all the Chaotic Wind Flowers were picked.

When Xu Ziqing and the others inspected the earthen box, they found that the total number of Chaotic Wind Flowers had exceeded three thousand, saving them a great deal of trouble.

Afterward, Li Qingyuan, eager to make up for his earlier mistake, became increasingly warm and accommodating. Once the cultivators exited the wind wall, he led them to two more nearby areas where Chaotic Wind Flowers were concentrated. It took three days in total, during which they also killed two more high-level Wind Beasts.

However, these two areas were only occupied by seventh-level beasts, and the number of Chaotic Wind Flowers was somewhat fewer.

After harvesting them all, the total count of Chaotic Wind Flowers in the cultivators’ possession reached an astonishing five thousand!

Later, Li Qingyuan, risking his life to help them, guided the group to an even farther gathering place. However, this area was quite a distance from Meteorite Mountain, requiring at least several days, or even more than ten days, to travel there and back.

On this journey, Xu Ziqing made use of many techniques, including his demon vines, Qingyun Needle, Wanlong Fist, and Ten Thousand Woods Dragon Transformation Technique, to slaughter countless Wind Beasts, accumulating many corpses. Even the first and second-level beasts were not spared, and the storage ring used to hold Wind Beast corpses was nearly full.

Yun Lie, with his lightning-fast sword, killed numerous higher-level Wind Beasts as well. Along the way, the group even encountered another eighth-level Wind Beast. However, with their experience, they surrounded and killed it, dividing the spoils. After several more similar encounters, they no longer feared these beasts.

In the endless battles against Wind Beasts, each cultivator deepened their understanding of swordsmanship, making this a valuable training experience.

On the final day, the group finally returned to the entrance of Gate D in time.

By this point, Xu Ziqing’s storage ring was filled with Wind Beast flesh, and Tu Jin’s earthen box contained a total of eight thousand Chaotic Wind Flowers!

However, Chaotic Wind Flowers naturally lacked seeds, only emerging in violent winds. They weren’t purely plants and had a strange vitality, making them impossible to cultivate.

Even Xu Ziqing couldn’t use the “Ten Thousand Woods Great Heart Planting Technique” to merge with them.

It was indeed a bit of a pity.

Translator: Lynn

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