System Bestows me with Immortality, Living on to Eventually Become Invincible-Chapter 52 – Merciless black hand, what is Old Six

The area was lush with greenery, dotted with rolling hills and a long river winding its way through the mountains, its rushing waters faintly audible in the distance.

Vivid flowers grew in abundance along the riverbank, among them the towering Tin Staff Flowers, standing out like cranes among chickens.

Chen Xun and Black Bull disguised themselves as piles of grass, activating their Concealment Technique, remaining still as they observed the surroundings.

Several bodies with pierced skulls lay by the river, the surrounding flora seemingly feeding on the corpses, which had shriveled significantly, their cause of death indiscernible.

They inched closer, and soon a large group of disciples, dozens in number, hurried from behind.

The two grass piles remained motionless as a breeze passed, leaves fluttering, everything so serene.

"Brother Du, this is the place. Those tall red flowers over there are the Tin Staff Flowers."

"We must be cautious. These exotic plants have strange abilities and will attack if we get too close."

Brother Du squinted, eyeing the bodies by the river, noting the absence of any bloodstains.

He suddenly turned to a nervous disciple at the eighth layer of Qi cultivation, "You, go try."

The disciple, trembling and pleading with his eyes, clearly saw this as a death sentence.

"Go on, what are you dawdling for?!"

"Not listening to Brother Du's orders?"

...

Voices from the crowd scolded, pushing the man forward. With reddened eyes and a loud cry, he charged towards a Tin Staff Flower.

But the moment he touched the flower, countless vines sprang from the ground, sharp spikes shooting out with a chilling intent, instantly piercing his mana shield.

Shocked to his core, he tried to retreat, but the vines ensnared his feet. His pupils dilated, reflecting the myriad spikes.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

"No, save me, Brother!"

"Brother Du!!"

His face paled with terror, shouting continuously, shaking uncontrollably in an attempt to resist.

But before he could react, his skull was pierced by the spikes, with no blood spilling. The vines penetrated his flesh, draining him, his body rapidly withering before their eyes.

This horrifying scene sent chills down the spines of the onlookers, including Brother Du, a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi cultivation.

"Clear these ground vines, no need to worry, avoid close combat!"

Brother Du quickly identified their weakness – limited attack range. Forming spells with his hands, he sent out slicing wind blades.

"Yes, Brother Du!" The disciples' eyes lit up as the wind blades effectively severed the vines.

They brandished their spells, cutting down the man-eating vines, their eyes gleaming with delight.

"Hmph, which minor sect's disciples dare covet the Tin Staff Flowers!"

From atop a hill, a group of about a dozen people shouted, their presence menacing, with spirit beasts by their side, eyes filled with bloodlust.

"Ah?!" Brother Du was shocked to see they were disciples of the Beast Taming Sect from the ten great immortal sects. As time passed, it seemed everyone was banding together.

"The Secret Realm of Nandou Mountain is a place where one's own abilities matter, not seniority!"

Brother Du's face was frosty. With only a dozen of them acting so brazenly, there were no sect elders here.

"This Nandou Mountain has always belonged to the ten great immortal sects, what are you worth?!"

A man from the hill spoke disdainfully, "You have three breaths to leave, or die!"

At his words, Brother Du's group's morale was crushed, panic flickering in their eyes, lacking the resolve of a larger force.

"It seems we must witness your esteemed skills then."

Brother Du spoke calmly, anger in his eyes, turning to his followers, "They are just a dozen or so, and we are all in the Qi cultivation phase, there's nothing to fear."

"Seeking death!" The group on the hill looked down upon them, swooping down like tigers!

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"Charge!" Brother Du roared, leading the charge with his disciples following, their hearts filled with humiliation and indignation, determined to slay their foes.

The battle erupted instantly, with dozens clashing amidst roars and screams, dirt flying everywhere.

The two grass piles began to move slowly, unnoticed by anyone.

They grabbed a Tin Staff Flower, and as the ground vines reacted, Chen Xun and Black Bull were faster. A Fireball Technique scorched the vines, sending up black smoke.

"Bull, draw your sword!"

"Moo~~"

Whoosh! Whoosh! They moved with such speed, skimming the ground like a flash of cold light, disappearing into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

"What was that?!"

"What happened?!"

Both sides shouted in surprise and anger, parting to look towards the faint fire by the river. They looked at each other in confusion.

Two Tin Staff Flowers had clearly been picked, roots and all! But where were the thieves?!

The disciples of the Beast Taming Sect were furious, robbed right under their noses, and they directed their rage at Brother Du's group, intensifying the battle.

...

In the depths of the forest, the eerie laughter of a man and a bull echoed, the ruthless black hand!

"Bull, dangers lurk everywhere in the world of immortals, even plants kill. What a revelation."

They sat in a tree, Chen Xun shaking his head in amazement, surprised at his newfound knowledge.

"Moo~ Moo~" Black Bull exhaled, wary of everything, even inspecting the ancient trees.

Chen Xun carefully examined the map, then pointed, "Hanyan Valley, Bull, let's go there. There are two Foundation Establishment auxiliary spiritual herbs."

"Moo~" Black Bull grinned, relishing the thrill.

"Let's go!"

Two figures darted from the ancient tree, heading towards Hanyan Valley. The herbs did not have a fixed location; they needed a thorough search.

In Hanyan Valley, mist swirled with miasma, visibility was near zero, and eerie low growls filled the air.

Corpses lay scattered throughout the valley, some slain by people, others by unknown means.

Chen Xun and Black Bull crept forward, calm and collected, maximizing their Concealment Technique.

Five people approached through the dim light, moving in unison, silent, their tokens emitting a faint glow.

Sounds of clashing came from ahead, but the miasma obscured their view. They halted, exchanging glances without a word.

The five formed a formation, with one at the rear, releasing silvery threads that quivered faintly on the ground.

The battle ahead was surrounded by a dozen glowing green plants, the Yingxin Grass, different from ordinary grass with intricate patterns and an indestructible feel – another goal of their venture into Hanyan Valley.

The other four were composed as they pressed their palms downward, activating talismans without joining the fray, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

The one at the rear silently extended the fine threads, their goal to retrieve spiritual herbs, not to engage in battle.

Soon, three Yingxin Grasses were reeled in by the threads, the other four seemingly yet to return.

"Got them." The man at the rear smiled, the disciples of the major sects played right into their hands.

He carefully stored the three herbs in his medicine case, waiting for the others.

Suddenly, the two grass piles beside him moved... moved!

"Huh? What's that?!" Startled, he felt a chilling sensation.

"Brothers, thanks for the gift."

A calm voice sounded as two large fists struck, his mouth covered, and he lost consciousness in an instant.