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Lin Qiubai's blatant provocation was evident.
Qin Yuan cautiously glanced at Lin Qiubai's side and found no signs of anything unusual, ultimately letting out a cold laugh.
Playing the empty city strategy? Ridiculous!
It wasn't that Qin Yuan underestimated Lin Qiubai.
The gap between the Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm and the Sixth Layer of the Origin Realm was like a chasm; even a genius who appeared once in a hundred thousand years could not bridge such a divide.
There were peak Origin Realm warriors who could slay opponents from the First Layer of the Yuan Dan Realm, but there were no Sixth Layer Origin Realm warriors who could defeat those from the Second Layer of the Origin Realm.
Never!
However, when Qin Yuan stepped into the sealing formation, his expression instantly turned grim. Even his voice became sharper.
"You've exhausted your cultivation compared to your peers, yet your mastery of formations is still so high!? This is impossible!?"
Qin Yuan was filled with disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Anything is possible."
Lin Qiubai sneered, his palm swirling lightly, and the formation layered upon itself, trapping Qin Yuan like a Celestial Prison.
The spirit of the artifact let out a laugh; the danger had finally been averted.
By the time that assassin broke through the seal, it would likely be three days later, enough for Lin Qiubai to escape without leaving a trace.
"Let's run quickly, Master."
"Why should we run?"
Lin Qiubai shook his head, thoughtfully staring at the frenzied trapped beast within the sealing formation.
"Master wouldn't want to..."
Seeing Lin Qiubai's strange expression, the spirit of the artifact felt a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.
"Since I began my cultivation, my strength has progressed rapidly, always overwhelming my peers.
Therefore, I have no combat skills whatsoever.
My ability to adapt in battle and counter attacks is also very low. This is a fatal flaw..."
Lin Qiubai's gaze was deep.
"You... can't be... thinking... you're insane! That assassin is at the Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm; how many moves can you withstand?! One wrong move and you'll be killed!"
However, Lin Qiubai remained unmoved by the artifact spirit's advice.
As the saying goes, one must be mad to survive; what could stimulate one's potential more than death?
What lay before him was an exercise that was infinitely close to reality.
With the formation providing protection, it was expected that he would not die.
If that's the case, what is there to fear?
If he is this timid now, when faced with real dangers in battle, Lin Qiubai will only have one path left: death!
With this thought, Lin Qiubai made up his mind, took out the sacred spear, adjusted his state to its peak, and then resolutely stepped into the formation.
"You've got some guts!"
Qin Yuan's facial muscles tightened as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertip, looking at Lin Qiubai with a sinister expression.
A bright flash of sword light appeared.
It illuminated Lin Qiubai's face with a glimmer, and he felt as if he had been pulled into a whirlpool of death.
"Break!"
With Qin Yuan's explosive shout, the two hundred blood-red spears in front of Lin Qiubai shattered inch by inch.
The long sword struck directly at his head.
In an instant, Lin Qiubai activated the Wind Control Technique.
His stiff body miraculously twisted.
As his body shifted by an inch, fifty blood-red spears surged into the sacred spear with lightning speed.
Lin Qiubai's momentum suddenly soared, like a divine weapon piercing through the sky.
He thrust the spear forward.
A long rainbow pierced the sun.
A blood-red sun exploded in the sky, scattering countless blood mists.
Qin Yuan felt as if a sharp spear was hanging over his heart, causing his scalp to nearly burst. A tense and uneasy emotion spread within him.
What a vicious move!
Although this kid's cultivation was not high, every strike contained a fierce energy.
Like a wolf, even if kicked by a wildebeest or having its ribs broken by a horn, it would still bite off a bloody piece of flesh and swallow it whole.
A Sixth Layer of the Origin Realm could make a powerful practitioner from the Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm feel danger; Lin Qiubai was indeed quite proud.
However, the gap in strength was too great, and Lin Qiubai still could not compete.
Though that one shot forced Qin Yuan back two steps, he himself spat out large mouthfuls of blood and crashed against the edge of the sealing formation.
Qin Yuan brandished his sword and rushed forward, but Lin Qiubai was already prepared. In the blink of an eye, his figure vanished, and countless formations blocked Qin Yuan's sword.
Some formations shattered, but Qin Yuan could no longer break through. He could only stare in frustration.
"So it turns out I'm this weak..."
Lin Qiubai lay on the ground, gasping heavily while carefully reflecting on the battle. Although their confrontation was brief, he had gained quite a lot.
Indeed, combat could stimulate one's potential; Lin Qiubai's explosive power had even surprised himself.
"I need to continue fighting for my life, imprinting this kind of reflex ability into my body so that I can react without thinking, forming conditioned reflexes!"
Lin Qiubai squinted his eyes. Madness surged in his gaze.
"You need to heal first. If you want to persist for a longer time, you must gather some herbs from the Crack Valley and refine healing medicine; otherwise, countless hidden ailments will accumulate and affect your future cultivation."
The spirit of the artifact had no temper at all; for such a master, it could only kneel in submission!
In the past, the spirit of the artifact only thought that Lin Qiubai was a lucky person favored by fortune.
It assumed that Lin Qiubai's current strength was due to his extraordinary talent.
But now, it finally recognized the lesser-known side of Lin Qiubai.
Success was not a coincidence.
If he were an ordinary person, having achieved what Lin Qiubai had would have made him arrogant long ago. Yet Lin Qiubai could still see his own shortcomings and was dedicated to making changes.
He even risked his life to fight for it.
Impressive!
The spirit of the artifact admired him deeply; this kind of determination was unique among millions.
As the spirit looked at Lin Qiubai's back, it seemed to see the soul of the Supreme Heavenly Dao slowly coalescing behind him, exuding an intimidating aura!
In the future, this master would surely surpass all predecessors and reach the pinnacle of the Three Thousand Great Realms.
The spirit's expression was complex—surprised, proud, and filled with longing.
"Ahem..."
Lin Qiubai coughed up blood twice and took out an elixir he had previously stolen. He used it to suppress his injuries; these elixirs were limited, and using even a little meant he had one less.
"Go to the valley over there; there will be plenty of medicinal herbs. You don't need anything too high in age; you can cultivate them with Holy Essence," the spirit of the artifact reminded.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qiubai trembled as he made his way toward the gorge. His injuries gradually healed under the influence of the Holy Essence. With his Sacred Bone Body, his recovery ability was quite extraordinary.
However, when he heard the spirit mention using Holy Essence to cultivate rare herbs, Lin Qiubai grimaced, feeling both heartache and pain from his wounds. Originally a small wealthy man, he had been swindled out of twenty million by the system and was now left with nothing.
Nevertheless, for the sake of survival training, Lin Qiubai decided to indulge a little.
...
"Yixue Grass, Qi Saliva, Vitality Blackwood, Gathering Essence Flower..."
Lin Qiubai moved swiftly through the valley, following the spirit's instructions to carefully mature the listed rare herbs before gently picking them and storing them in his ring.
Although there weren't any powerful high-grade herbs in the gorge, there were many common medicinal materials available. The main ingredients for basic healing ointments were not hard to find.
After three months of gathering herbs for use, Lin Qiubai returned near the sealing formation.
Qin Yuan was continuously destroying the formation, but after such a long time, he had only managed to break thirty of them. It was hardly worth mentioning.
Ignoring the roars and tremors coming from within the formation, Lin Qiubai sat cross-legged, took out the alchemy furnace left by the Cloud Pavilion Master, and began to refine a simple ointment.
The ointment was a mystery to Lin Qiubai, who handled it with such skill that it seemed he had practiced the motions hundreds of times in his mind before actually beginning.
Every movement was precise, and he controlled the heat perfectly.
With a soft sound, a ball of emerald green ointment appeared in the Dan Furnace.
Lin Qiubai picked out a portion and placed it in his mouth. The bitter taste made him furrow his brows, but he forced himself to swallow.
He felt a wave of coolness spread through his internal organs, as if his injuries were rapidly healing. Lin Qiubai couldn't help but chuckle softly as he sat cross-legged, focusing on inscribing the Sealing Array for cultivation.
Meanwhile, Qin Yuan, who was being suppressed, was alarmed to find that his speed in disrupting the formation was far slower than Lin Qiubai's speed in inscribing it. He couldn't help but roar in anger, striking the array wall with his sword repeatedly, causing violent tremors.
However, none of this affected Lin Qiubai.
After a long while, Lin Qiubai finally opened his eyes again, picked up the Spear, and stepped into the formation...
"Be careful!"
The spirit of the weapon felt its heart race once more. Each time Lin Qiubai entered into a direct confrontation was like walking through the gates of hell; it was only natural for it to be anxious...
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