Chapter Seventeen Ambush

  The auction is still going on in full swing.

  As time went on, the old man with the surname Qu became more spirited, it was unclear whether this was because he knew this was his last auction or if it was due to the stimulation of the huge wealth, but his voice grew louder and clearer.

  "The top-grade Soul Chaser Knife, starting price is 60,000 taels, each bid increase must not be less than 1,000 taels." The old man with the surname Qu shouted loudly, his face flushed red with excitement.

  "70,000 taels."

  "I'll put up 80,000 taels."

  "Eighty-five thousand taels."

  ……

  Outside, the atmosphere was lively and bustling, but in the room, Ling Lin and Poetic Condensation seemed to have lost interest. Poetic Condensation had never lacked these things since childhood, and previously bidding for the Spirit Stone was just a casual move, except for occasionally glancing at it, she hadn't paid much attention to it. As for Ling Lin, he had simply put all his energy into the Purple Blood Sword and Purple Forest within his body.

  Time flew by, and the auction went on for an entire afternoon before it finally came to a close.

  Out of the auction house, Ling Lin and the other person strolled around outside at will, taking slow steps, just wandering aimlessly. Unconsciously, the surrounding noisy voices also quietly weakened.

  He turned another corner, and Ling Lin's moving footsteps suddenly stopped. The lazy expression on his face also disappeared at the same time. "Brother, there is an ambush ahead." Zi Lin's voice suddenly sounded in his heart. His heart skipped a beat, and Ling Lin asked with a hint of surprise, "Ambush?" He looked around, but there was no one in sight. His expression solidified, and this was clearly aimed at them. "How many people do they have?" Ling Lin asked. "Four." After a pause, Zi Lin added, "Four innate ones."

  This is a must-kill situation! Ling Lin's heart tightened, now it was too late to run, so the best method was... "Zi Lin, tell me their exact location." Since there was no way to retreat, then he would take the initiative to attack first!

  "Sister." A faint voice sounded in Shicong's ear, it was Lin's voice. Shicong was puzzled, why did Lin suddenly stop talking and use transmission instead? With some doubt, she was about to turn around when Lin's voice sounded again, "Don't turn around, listen to me, we've been ambushed, there are four innate cultivators." After pointing out the positions of the four people, Lin continued, "We can't outrun them, our only advantage now is that they don't know we've discovered them. They're in pairs, with some distance between each pair. As long as we can severely injure two of them at the start, it'll be easy to escape afterwards."

  Seemingly not worried about being discovered, Shi Ning concentrated her mind and scanned the area. Indeed, just as Ling Lin had said, in a dark corner ahead, four figures were holding their breath, forming a semicircle, slowly waiting for them.

  "What's going on here?" Shi Ningning was somewhat puzzled, if not for Jing Ling reminding her to use her divine sense to scan the area, she wouldn't have even noticed that there were ambushes hidden here. However, this wasn't the time to think about those things, after all, they were from a sect, so Shi Ningning thought for a moment and realized that this seemed to be the only way out right now. But could that wooden thing really handle a Xiantian cultivator? Shi Ningning asked solemnly: "Xiantian isn't as simple as you think. Are you sure you can do it?"

  Ling Lin didn't say much more, slowly uttering three words, "Believe me!"

  In the darkness, a faint voice emerged, tinged with impatience. "Why haven't they made a move yet? Have they been discovered? I'd say we four can take down those two without needing an ambush, and one of them is even a martial artist. Young master, let me go, I alone can take care of them."

  "Shut up! That congenital realm is about to make a run for it, can you stop him?" A low, suppressed growl rose up, filled with ferocity, making one's hair stand on end.

  "They're moving, they're moving, they'll be here soon." Another voice sounded.

  Hearing Ling Lin's words, Shi Ning stopped thinking too much and hoped that this somewhat mysterious junior brother would create a miracle again.

  One step, two steps, three steps... After discussing it over, Shi Ning followed Ling Lin and slowly walked forward, tense, but trying to appear nonchalant. Ling Lin's palms were already sweating cold sweat.

  Getting closer, getting closer, with Zi Lin's hint, Ling Lin is getting closer and closer to the target.

  Both sides are playing the role of hunters, waiting for their prey to arrive and preparing to launch a fatal blow.

  It's now! Ling Lin's eyes burst with cold light, his slowly walking figure suddenly accelerated, and at the same time, Shi Ning beside him also suddenly shot out like a whirlwind.

  In the flash of lightning, Ling Lin didn't flinch at all. With a flicker of his mind, the Purple Blood Sword appeared in his hand instantly. He clearly knew that although he possessed the power of devouring, he was only at the eighth level of martial arts after all. The realm of martial arts was undoubtedly fragile in front of a Xiantian cultivator, and there was an essential difference between true energy and yuan energy. Even if it were an unguarded Xiantian cultivator, he might not be able to severely injure him with one blow. But with the Purple Blood Sword, it was completely different. Thinking of the sword's power, Ling Lin's heart secretly burned with excitement, this was his real trump card.

  The bald man in front of him had not reacted yet, and the two people who were clearly unaware of anything just a moment ago were slowly approaching their encirclement. How did they suddenly rush to their faces? Moreover, this guy seemed to be only a martial artist in the Martial Path realm, how dare he take the initiative to attack himself! The bald man was slightly stunned.

  "Go die!" Ling Lin didn't care what the other person was thinking, this was undoubtedly better for him. With a surge of true energy to its limits, Ling Lin burst out with his strongest blow.

  It didn't release a majestic and terrifying aura, nor did it have an astonishing presence. The Purple Blood Sword seemed like a fairly ordinary sword. However, if one observed carefully, they would discover that on the surface of the sword, there was a layer of extremely faint black gas surrounding it. This was the compressed evil energy, condensed but not leaking out, making it even more terrifying!

  A shrill, earth-shattering sound rang out, a streak of dark purple flowed on the sword tip, and the Purple Blood Sword flashed towards the bald-headed man like lightning.

  The bald man's face showed a look of horror, with a purple hue rapidly expanding in his pupils. The airflow from the sword's movement stung his body, and an extremely dangerous feeling rose up from the bottom of his heart.

  "Fierce Sun Fist!" After all, he was in the Pre-Heavenly realm, and after a slight daze, he quickly reacted, his muscles rippling beneath his skin. The bald man's robust body seemed to expand even further, his primordial energy surging forth as a scorching aura burst out from his massive frame. On his right hand, dazzling red sparks flashed, making it seem as if his entire palm was covered in molten lava.

  In an instant, the bald man took a deep breath, his right hand grasping fiercely like a blazing sun, and struck out at the purple-blooded sword in front of him.

  In mid-air, purple and red collided into a ball of light, dazzlingly bright, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

  "Boom!" A figure was knocked flying out.

  "Pffft!" Ling Lin's face turned bright red, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. "Hiss", the spit-out substance seemed not to be blood, but rather boiling water, splashing onto the ground and emitting white steam.

  "What a formidable Yuanqi." The hand holding the Purple Blood Sword was still trembling, and it wasn't until after spitting out a mouthful of blood that Ling Lin's complexion gradually improved. Looking at the fresh blood on the ground that was still emitting white smoke, he felt a bit apprehensive. Although he had gained a great advantage, one was using his full strength, while the other was fighting hastily. However, feeling the intense turmoil of true energy within his body, Ling Lin still had some lingering fear, and at the same time, he secretly reminded himself to find a chance to take the Nourishing Qi Pill as soon as possible, striving to break through to Xiantian early. If he were already in Xiantian now, would he still need to fight so desperately? However, even if he wasn't in Xiantian yet, it didn't mean that his opponent could bully him at will! Wanting to take his own life, how could he let them leave without putting up a fight?! Ling Lin's heart was filled with determination.

  "Ah..." Just as Ling Lin was knocked flying, a shrill cry of despair suddenly rang out. The light dissipated, and the massive, mountain-like body of the bald-headed giant reappeared in front of Ling Lin. However, this time he was lying down, his entire right hand twisted at an irregular angle, with blood and flesh flying everywhere from his wrist, and some places even revealing a ghastly white bone. The red meat pulp splattered all over his body. From the wrist down, the entire palm of his hand had eerily disappeared! A thick, bloody smell filled the air.

  At the same time, a lean man in gray clothes also spat blood and retreated. A huge sword wound stretched from his shoulder to his thigh, with rolling flesh and blood clearly visible, and he was almost cut alive by Shi Ning.

  Everything happened extremely fast, like a flash of lightning. The two black-clad youths on the other side were completely unable to come and rescue them in time.

  "Ah Da! Ah Er!" Meng Shan's eyes were about to split, how could this be possible?! Just a moment ago, they were still two lively people, one heavily injured, the other's life hanging in the balance. Meng Shan felt like he was dreaming. These were two innate masters, not some ordinary vegetables by the side of the road, saying they'd fall and then actually falling!

  "Trash!" The black-clad youth glanced indifferently at the two seriously injured people, then shifted his gaze to Ling Lin and the other person. He licked his lips, and his pupils flashed with excitement, like a wild beast about to pounce on its prey. His cold expression flickered with a dangerous glow. "Do you know what I enjoy doing the most?"

  The black-clad youth muttered to himself, "Watching those so-called geniuses die one by one in front of me, that feeling." He paused for a moment, revealing an unhealthy-looking expression of intoxication, and continued, "It's wonderful."

  "I'm f**ked, I actually ran into a pervert." Ling Lin couldn't help but blurt out a curse, feeling bitter in his heart. "I knew it, how could we suddenly run into an ambush? It turns out we bumped into such a pervert, what bad luck."

  "It's you!" Looking at this figure who had a conflict with her just half a day ago, Shi Ning said slowly, "Dòu Wǔ Méng Měng Shān!"

  "It's me." Meng Shan looked at Shi Ning, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, and together with the black-clad youth, they surrounded Ling Lin and the other person in the middle, clearly not intending to let them leave alive.

  "Meng Shan, I'll leave the martial arts realm to you. As for this one, I'll personally send her to hell." The black-clothed youth sneered at Shi Ning, his laughter making the massive scar on his face even more terrifying, like a dark wind blowing, as if it was the devil's whisper from the nine hells. "After you die, remember to tell Yan Wang that the one who killed you is Du Han."