Chapter 104 Hunting the White Lion
Unexpectedly, Bai Shi's magical power was so powerful that it not only cost him a defensive magic weapon, but also forced out the only second-level low-grade defensive talisman on his body.
Qian Guangyao, who lost his strongest defensive support, couldn't help but frowned and glanced at the twenty or thirty Qi-refining monks he brought with him. If no reinforcements came, he would probably have to consider his own retreat first.
Bai Shi was about to launch another attack, but he didn't expect a sword light to come from a distance, and a white-haired old man with an ancient appearance had appeared in Qian Guangyao's eyes.
The person who came was Huang Chengliang, the oldest foundation-building monk of the Huang family. This old monk had been building his foundation for more than a hundred years, and his experience in fighting was far beyond that of ordinary people. Seeing that Qian Guangyao was in a tight situation, Huang Chengliang's flying sword light changed quickly, and he actually used a quick step method to increase his speed in a short period of time, but he had joined the battle in a moment.
Seeing the reinforcements coming, Qian Guangyao was also shocked and began to turn defense into offense. The two of them worked together to slowly stabilize the situation.
However, the Qi-refining monks brought by the Qian family below could no longer hold on. They were divided into several parts by nearly a hundred monsters, and many monks had suffered casualties.
In order to provide quick support, Huang Chengliang left the Qi-refining monks below and came alone. It would take at least some time for the monks under his command to get here.
There were not many low-level monsters on Chifeng Mountain, but it was unexpected that this white lion not only had a fierce temper, but also had some spiritual intelligence. After occupying this place, it has subdued monsters in many nearby places in the past few years and concentrated them here, which also made the number of monsters on Chifeng Mountain exceed the Huang family's previous estimate of this place.
Seeing that the Qi-refining monks below could no longer hold on, Qian Guangyao exchanged glances with Huang Chengliang and was about to go down to help the Qi-refining monks below.
Unexpectedly, just as he had just escaped from the fight, the white lion suddenly changed direction, got rid of Huang Chengliang's entanglement, and fled down the mountain.
"No, this evil beast is going to run away. Fellow Daoist Qian, don't worry about the bottom for now, come with me to stop it, don't let it run away like this."
Seeing that the white lion wanted to escape, Huang Chengliang hurriedly shouted to Qian Guangyao who was not far away, and then took the lead and quickly chased in the direction of the white lion's escape.
Qian Guangyao looked down, and then looked at Huang Chengliang who was chasing the white lion. After hesitating for a moment, he stomped his feet and chased in the direction of Huang Chengliang.
Fortunately, as soon as the white lion left, the monsters on the mountain didn't feel so suppressed, and gradually relaxed their attacks on human monks. Taking this opportunity, many monks who were entangled by monsters got rid of the monsters' pursuit and escaped.
The white lion's cultivation was higher than Huang Chengliang and Qian Guangyao, and its escape speed was slightly faster than the two of them. Soon it had run down the mountain.
The Qi-refining cultivators who were responsible for guarding this place were frightened when they saw the huge white lion, which was much larger than ordinary first-level monsters, flying over. They hid in the rocks on both sides and could not even take care of the task of guarding this place for the time being.
Just when the white lion thought he had escaped from this place, a white sword light flew towards the white lion from the ridge on one side. The sword arrived before the man arrived. This sharp sword light actually forced the white lion to retreat.
Huang Shengxin, who was not far away, took back the flying sword he had just released. One person and one sword blocked the white lion's way. Huang Chengliang and Qian Guangyao, who were not far behind, also took this opportunity to surround him. The three of them surrounded the ferocious white lion. For a moment, the white lion seemed to have become a turtle in a jar.
Compared with the threat posed by Huang Chengliang and Qian Guangyao to the white lion, the threat posed by Huang Chengliang and Qian Guangyao to the white lion was far less than that posed by Huang Shengxin, the first cultivator in Qinghe County who was at the eighth level of foundation building.
Huang Shengxin is only over 130 years old, but he has already cultivated to the eighth level of foundation building. In the past thousand years in Qinghe County, there are no more than a handful of cultivators like him who have a glimmer of hope of forming a pill.
Although the current patriarch of the Huang family likes to practice hard in the cave and rarely goes down the mountain, he has not seen an opponent that he can take seriously in Qinghe County since he established his foundation.
The reason why the Huang family spent so much effort to come to Chifeng Mountain to encircle and suppress the white lion this time is actually not for the second-level spiritual vein of Chifeng Mountain, but for a spiritual object on the body of this rare monster white lion, which can help him break through to the ninth level of foundation building quickly.
Revenge for the low-level cultivators and mortals in the family and eliminate the hidden danger of a monster for Qinghe County are just things that are done by chance. Otherwise, there would not be such a big battle. In order to be foolproof, it also cost a lot of money to invite the Qian family, who are on good terms with the Huang family.
As the other two groups of Huang family monks responsible for attacking the mountain arrived at the battlefield, more than a hundred low-level monsters on the mountain were beaten and fled everywhere. Without the leadership of the white lion, these monsters of different species did not cooperate well, and some of them began to attack each other because of their nature.
Low-level monsters are not smart enough, and it is difficult for them to defeat monks of the same level under normal circumstances. It didn't take long for this large group of monsters to be completely defeated by the monks of Qinghe County, and the rest fled down the mountain.
The Song family cultivators guarding the mountain had good luck and did not encounter a large group of monsters. Until the end of the battle, they had only killed four monsters in total, and their record was only average.
There were nearly two hundred low-level monsters. Except for the direction where the white lion broke through, there were more than a dozen. The rest were all blocked on the mountain and soon met their fate of death.
Although the white lion had great magical powers, it was a pity that it met Huang Shengxin, a late-stage foundation-building cultivator who was even better. After fighting hard for a long time, it still could not escape the fate of defeat.
A shrill scream came from the air. The cultivators in the distance saw a large piece of blood rain falling down. The huge body of the white lion fell on the ground. There was a roar. Huang Shengxin, holding a sword in one hand and a huge lion head in the other, slowly landed on the ground.
"Fellow Daoist Qian, thank you for your hard work. As agreed, all the spiritual objects on the mountain belong to you. You should go and have a look quickly, lest the younger generations below don't know the importance of the matter and secretly pick a few of them, and you will suffer in silence." Huang Shengxin saw Qian Guangyao wanted to come over to see the body of the white lion, and reminded him meaningfully.
When Qian Guangyao heard this, his face changed instantly, and he laughed and bowed, saying: "Thank you for your reminder, fellow Daoist Huang. I will go to the mountain to see if there are any monsters left. I will leave this to the two fellow Daoists."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Guangyao did not dare to stay for too long, and released the flying sword on his body, which turned into a stream of light and flew towards the top of the mountain.
It was not until Qian Guangyao's body turned into a black dot and disappeared in the air that Huang Shengxin turned around and began to direct the Qi-refining disciples of the nearby Huang family to clean up the place with Huang Chengliang. They divided the body of the white lion into several parts and put them into several storage bags they had prepared long ago.