Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing-Chapter 352: Foolishness (II)

Thud.

The headless giant bear living corpse still struggled madly, trying to rise. These demon puppets possessed terrifying vitality, but they were not true yaos or demons. The head was their fatal weakness. Without it, no matter how strong their vitality, they could not recover. Grasping the bear's paw, Lin Zheyu tapped the ground lightly with his toe and entered the defensive line of Soaring Serpent Mountain.

"Bring iron chains and bind this thing," Lin Zheyu ordered.

This was the first living corpse he had killed. He had encountered one before, but his strength had been insufficient to finish it. Now that he had finally slain one, Lin Zheyu intended to take it back for study and see if he could discover something interesting.

"Yes, Martial Uncle!" the inner sect disciple replied respectfully.

They looked at Lin Zheyu with awe. Their martial uncle had just blown apart the demon puppet's head with a single punch, displaying terrifying strength. After killing the giant bear demon puppet, Lin Zheyu leapt back onto the large tree and kept watch over the surroundings. Whenever a powerful beast or demon puppet appeared and entered the defensive area of Soaring Serpent Mountain, he personally struck it down.

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Time passed slowly. More and more ferocious beasts emerged from the forest.

Hiss.

A familiar sound reached Lin Zheyu's ears. He caught sight of an adult Ink Fox flashing past in the distance.

"It's not Little Black. It's too thin." Lin Zheyu glanced once and paid it no further attention.

Ink Foxes were highly intelligent and steered well clear of Soaring Serpent Mountain. Seeing this type of beast again, Lin Zheyu could not help but think of Little Black. The place where he had released Little Black was over a hundred kilometers away, so it likely would not appear here.

I wonder how Little Black is doing now, Lin Zheyu pondered.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he shot toward another section of the battlefield. The Great Strength Vajra Fist blasted out, and another Marrow Refining realm beast died beneath his punch. After killing it, he looked toward the depths of the forest with faint puzzlement. From there, he sensed a strange aura.

What sharp perception.

In the forest, Duan Ping was astonished. When he had just controlled the demon puppet, only the faintest aura had leaked out, yet Lin Zheyu had detected the anomaly.

"This kid's strength is decent, but he is only in the Marrow Refining realm. Do the two of us really need to join forces?" A disdainful voice rang out. On a large tree behind Duan Ping to the left stood a man in brown, tight-fitting clothes, his expression arrogant as he spoke casually.

"His strength is secondary. This kid is a genius of the Wuji Sect and may have a powerful protector behind him. Your main task is to restrain that expert. I will handle the kid myself," Duan Ping said calmly. To ensure success this time, he had called Zhang Mo as well.

"Heh... We are just dealing with a Marrow Refining realm brat, yet you are this cautious. My time is tight. I still want to head to the space-time node and join the fun. I do not intend to waste too much time here. If you do not dare to act, I will!" Zhang Mo scoffed, his expression filled with disdain. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as his aura shifted. Muscles swelled across his body, and a black-red aura spread outward.

"Damn it, we agreed..." Duan Ping cursed angrily.

It was already too late. Zhang Mo sneered and vanished in an instant, charging toward Lin Zheyu. He had observed for quite some time and sensed no other powerful experts hiding nearby.

Damn it! Duan Ping cursed inwardly.

Terrifying Baleful Yin force spread outward as his body swelled. With a bang, he followed after. Duan Ping had intended to wait until the space-time node fully opened and more demon puppets, yaos, and demons emerged before making a move. At that time, even if a terrifying expert was hidden behind Lin Zheyu, they would have no energy to care about him. Who could have expected Zhang Mo to be so unreliable? He should have called someone else.

Boom!

Duan Ping's figure flashed through the forest. Instead of following Zhang Mo directly, he circled around to cut off Lin Zheyu's retreat.

After blasting apart a powerful beast with one punch, Lin Zheyu was about to withdraw when his expression suddenly tightened. He sensed an incomparably terrifying aura rushing toward him.

A demon puppet? Lin Zheyu guessed.

Blood qi surged within him as he stared toward the forest, ready to flee at any moment. Lin Zheyu had no intention of fighting to the death. If the situation turned unfavorable, he would immediately retreat toward the grand formation atop Soaring Serpent Mountain. As long as the green hills remained, there would be firewood to burn.

It is a yao martial artist!

The moment Lin Zheyu saw the figure clearly, his pupils contracted.

The target was obvious. The man was coming straight for him. At this moment, Lin Zheyu was certain that someone had been targeting him in secret, seeking his life. Those five yao martial artists before had also been after him.

Bang!

Blood qi erupted violently, and the soil beneath his feet exploded. Lin Zheyu shot forward like a cannonball toward the summit of Soaring Serpent Mountain. Gu Ye was not by his side, and Martial Uncle Meng had to safeguard the entire mountain, leaving no time to assist him. The enemy's numbers and strength were unknown. He would not clash head-on.

Seeing Lin Zheyu detect him quickly and turn to flee, Zhang Mo revealed a disdainful smile as he thought, Heh. Your perception is indeed good, but that is all.

He glanced at Duan Ping circling from a distance to cut off the rear and sneered even more. He truly did not understand why the man was being so cautious. They were only dealing with a Marrow Refining realm brat. He felt that it would be easier to just charge in and kill him.

Boom!

Zhang Mo's speed surged again. Black-red energy covered his body, tearing through the air resistance as he neared the speed of sound. The distance between him and Lin Zheyu closed rapidly.

Hm? Is he not yet at the speed of sound? His strength seems decent, but why do I not feel the slightest sense of danger? Is he so strong that he can suppress a martial artist's instinct? Or has my strength already reached the point where I can handle them?

Lin Zheyu sensed the rapidly approaching aura behind him as thoughts flashed through his mind.

Not only behind him, but he also sensed another aura to his front left. After advancing to the Marrow Refining realm, his perception had become extremely powerful. He not only detected Duan Ping's presence but also recognized his aura. It felt familiar. It was the same person who had fought Senior Sister Gu Ye before, a half-yao.

Many thoughts raced through Lin Zheyu's mind. He focused his spirit and scanned for any other hidden experts. Aside from these two, he sensed no other sinister aura.

Their speed is slower than mine at full power. Their aura is strong, yet it gives me no sense of threat at all.

He let out a light snort and abruptly changed direction, charging toward the beast horde. Lin Zheyu trusted his martial cultivation instinct. In his powerful perception, neither the half-yao to his front left, nor the yao martial artist behind him gave him any sense of danger. Even at their full speed, they were slower than him. If not for wanting to avoid exposure of his strength in front of Wuji Sect disciples, he could easily have rushed into the defensive line of Soaring Serpent Mountain. If he did so, with the strength of those two, most of the disciples here would likely perish.

"Heh, you cannot escape. Submit to death, and I will let you die quickly!" Zhang Mo's sinister voice rang out. He tapped his foot lightly, changed direction, and pursued Lin Zheyu.

"Hm, you can still increase your speed? Interesting. You must be using some secret technique. If you did not use it earlier and only used it now, it is already too late." Seeing Lin Zheyu's speed surge again, Zhang Mo sneered and pushed his own speed even higher.

Whoosh.

Duan Ping, who intended to flank from behind, brightened when he saw Lin Zheyu change direction. He had not expected him to avoid Soaring Serpent Mountain and instead rush into the beast horde.

Do you not wish to implicate your fellow disciples and plan to use the beast horde as cover to lure us away? How foolishly kind, Duan Ping sneered as he thought.

He had seen this kind of situation many times. Such laughable camaraderie. This was perfect. If Lin Zheyu rushed into the defensive line of Soaring Serpent Mountain and relied on the formation set by Wuji Sect disciples, it would not be easy for them to kill him quickly. But many inner sect disciples would die in the process. Using oneself as bait to draw enemies away and protect fellow disciples was nothing new to Duan Ping. He sneered at such foolish behavior.

Boom!

Duan Ping stamped his right foot and changed direction as well. Together with Zhang Mo, one in front and one behind, they chased after Lin Zheyu.