Chapter 13: Dying

Xiao Lin saw that although the double-winged black snake blocked most of the wooden thorns with its body, two or three of them flashed and strangely bypassed the black snake and stabbed Qi Chang.

Qi Chang's protective spirit shield only slightly blocked the wooden thorns, and then it broke like an eggshell, and the thickest wooden thorn directly pierced his chest.

With a scream, Qi Chang retreated several steps with a ferocious face, and his chest was bright red. But what surprised Xiao Lin was that Qi Chang was not dead yet. Although he was not dead, he was obviously seriously injured. His face was pale, and the protective spirit light on his body flashed a few times and then disappeared.

He looked at the young boy with resentment.

"Good boy, I didn't expect you to learn the forbidden technique of damaging the essence. I will let you go today. When I recover from my injuries, I will definitely cut you into pieces." After saying a few harsh words, Qi Chang slapped his waist, and the body of the half-dead double-winged black snake lying on the ground shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a mini snake and disappeared into Qi Chang's waist. At the same time, a yellow light flashed under his feet, and he flew out of the valley tremblingly, disappearing in a moment.

After Qi Chang left, the young boy's face became paler and paler, and he spit out a mouthful of blood and fell down. The small wooden shield floating in front of him also dissipated, fell beside him, and turned into a palm-sized black wooden sign again.

Xiao Lin's face was uncertain, looking at the black wooden sign next to the boy, with a hopeful expression on his face, but he did not move, but stared at the young boy.

After half an hour, the young boy was still motionless.

"Should he be dead?" After muttering to himself, Xiao Lin jumped out of the cave, holding a strong crossbow, and walked carefully towards the young boy.

Xiao Lin now has no good feelings towards these legendary "immortals". Qi Chang is a typical example. He was "killed" just because he saw him kill a wind spirit eagle. The man in front of him seemed to have picked a spiritual mist grass, and Qi Chang wanted to kill him to get the grass. This gave him a deeper understanding of the style of these "immortals".

Compared with Qi Chang, the young boy in front of him is obviously the weaker party. Although he tried his best to hurt Qi Chang and let him retreat, Xiao Lin could not guarantee that if the boy met a weaker self, he would become another Qi Chang.

Xiao Lin originally wanted to shoot a few crossbow arrows at the young boy, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do so. On the one hand, the young boy looked like he was close to death, and he was just wasting his time. On the other hand, the young boy had not offended him, and he felt a little uncomfortable psychologically if he acted rashly.

Soon, Xiao Lin came to the young boy. Seeing the scene in front of him, Xiao Lin couldn't help but gasp. The young boy's arm was cut off at the shoulder, and blood was still flowing from the broken end. His face was even paler, and his eyes were closed. What made Xiao Lin feel even more incredible was that many wrinkles appeared on the young boy's face strangely, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

After taking a look at the black wooden sign that fell on the ground, Xiao Lin walked over carefully and picked it up. The small wooden sign was only the size of a palm and was rectangular. In the middle of the front was a small shield pattern, which was lifelike. There were some beautiful patterns carved around the shield, and the two words [Ebony] were on the back.

Xiao Lin didn't know whether the name of this small wooden shield was Ebony or the name of the young boy who died in front of him was Ebony. He played with it and felt like he couldn't let it go.

"Even if you get this Ebony Spirit Shield, it's useless if you don't know how to use it."

The sudden voice startled Xiao Lin. He turned around and aimed the crossbow in his hand at the young boy on the ground.

Seeing Xiao Lin's face as if he was facing a great enemy, the young boy smiled on his wrinkled face: "Don't panic, fellow Taoist, I'm already a dying man. This ebony shield is useless to me. But before I die, can you help me?"

"Who are you? Where did you learn those methods?" Xiao Lin stared at the young boy for a while, and after confirming that what he said was true, he breathed a sigh of relief and said.

"Oh? I see that you have already cultivated to the third level of Qi Refining, but you seem to know nothing about the world of cultivation. Could it be that you learned the cultivation method by chance?" The young boy showed surprise on his face, and then said to Xiao Lin indifferently.

"You answer my question first?" Xiao Lin heard this and became more alert. Although the person in front of him was seriously injured and dying, who knew if he still had some tricks? After all, his strength was not a little bit worse than his.

With a silent smile, but the smile looked a little weird, the young boy said: "Daoyou, don't be nervous. I am also a casual cultivator like you, but I was born in [Wuyin Xiancheng]. Not long after I was born, my parents both died in a battle with others. Since then, I have been practicing the skills left by my parents alone and became a casual cultivator."

The young boy sighed and continued: "I have always been cautious in doing things and never offend people easily, just to go further on the road of cultivation. I didn't expect that I would be killed for a Lingwu grass in Shuiyun Valley."

"Who is that Qi Chang?" Xiao Lin asked.

Mentioning Qi Chang, the young boy immediately gnashed his teeth. He snorted angrily and said, "That man is an outer disciple of Qianling Valley. I was careless for a moment and accidentally leaked the fact that I found a spiritual fog grass in Shuiyun Valley in Wuyin Xiancheng. I didn't expect that Qi Chang heard it and followed me all the way. It's ridiculous that I always think I'm careful, but I still end up like this."

"How can this wooden sign be driven?"

"It seems that you have a lot of magic power, but you don't have the magic and magic tools to match it. But this is not surprising. In Wuyin Xiancheng, there are many casual cultivators who are like you. They entered the world of cultivation by chance. As long as you agree to my two conditions, I will tell you the magic formula to drive this ebony spirit shield. How about it?"

"What are the two conditions?" Xiao Lin was still alert.

The young boy seemed to be oblivious to the alertness on Xiao Lin's face: "If you make great progress in your cultivation one day and help me kill Qi Chang from Qianling Valley, this man forced me to use the forbidden technique that damaged my essence, and even consumed more than 90% of my life span. This hatred is irreconcilable."

"I can't guarantee this condition. Even if I make great progress in my cultivation, what if Qi Chang is stronger than me? Wouldn't I be asking for death?" After thinking for a while, Xiao Lin said.

"Of course, my condition is that you have the ability. We cultivators believe that a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall. I will not do anything that is not appreciated."

"In that case, I can agree to your request." Xiao Lin nodded. Even if the young boy in front of him did not mention this condition, as long as he had the ability to take revenge, he would never let Qi Chang go. He still remembered the incident of being forced to jump off the cliff. After a pause, Xiao Lin continued, "What about the second condition?"

"The second condition is relatively simple. Please choose a burial place for me in this valley after my death and bury me properly."

"Okay, I promise you."

Hearing this, the young boy with wrinkles on his face squeezed out a smile "In this case, these two books and the ebony shield will be given to you. One of these two books is the [Mu Yuan Gong] that I practiced. It is a primary practice that can be practiced to the eighth level of Qi Refining. There are also several basic spells that match it. The other one is a map of Wuyin Xiancheng and some maps of the surrounding areas. There are detailed records of some dangerous places in it, which are some common sense that we, the primary cultivators, must have."

Xiao Lin's face showed surprise. Let's not talk about the real practice method [Mu Yuan Gong]. What he needs most now is the basic common sense about the world of cultivation. He now finally understands that the [Ku Shui Jing] that he practiced is also a practice method. As for whether to practice [Mu Yuan Gong] in the future, he has to compare it carefully before making a decision.

"In addition, the ebony spirit shield is a primary magic weapon that I bought with all my savings over the years. The driving formula is simple and can be found in the Mu Yuan Gong." The young boy glanced at the wooden sign in Xiao Lin's hand and said to Xiao Lin with some reluctance in his eyes.

"Oh, by the way, I'll give this Lingwu grass to you, the culprit who brought me death this time." After thinking for a while, the young boy took out a jade box from his arms. It was three inches long and oval in shape. Through the jade box, you can vaguely see a three-leaf grass covered by water mist.

"Is this Lingwu grass?" Xiao Lin took the jade box carefully and was slightly stunned. He seemed to have seen this kind of grass in Shuiyun Valley, but he didn't care at that time. He didn't expect it to be a spiritual grass.

"Don't underestimate this Lingwu grass, fellow Taoist. This Lingwu grass is more than ten years old. It is the main medicine for refining spiritual pills to improve cultivation. This Lingwu grass can be sold for at least twenty low-grade spiritual stones in Wuyin Xiancheng. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought death because of it."

After sighing, the young boy's voice became weaker and weaker. His face was still bloodless, and his wrinkles seemed to be increasing, looking very scary.

"Fellow Daoist, please do as you please. After one day, please bury me properly in Shuiyun Valley. The road to cultivation is extremely bumpy and dangerous. I wish you to go further." The young boy waved to Xiao Lin and closed his eyes, obviously not going to say anything more.

Although there were still many questions to ask, Xiao Lin knew that the young boy didn't have much time, so he stopped asking, nodded, and returned to the cave.

After returning to the cave, he couldn't wait to open the book that recorded the map near Wuyin Fairy City and read it carefully.

After a whole day, Xiao Lin closed the book in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

According to the book, Wuxian Fairy City is at least tens of thousands of miles away from here. This distance is too far for him, unless he can practice the means of flying with a flying instrument like Qi Chang and the young boy, but he didn't think of this before, and didn't ask the boy about the formula of flying with a magic weapon, which made Xiao Lin a little disappointed.

The one-day deadline agreed with the young boy has arrived. Logically, Xiao Lin should bury the young boy's body, but he obviously did not intend to do so. Instead, he picked up the book of Mu Yuan Gong and opened it to read.