chapter 21
21. The Demonic Path’s Purpose
—So these people’s target is Bai Zhiqing?
Lin Dongming was stunned for a moment, unable to figure out why it was her. Although she was indeed an important disciple of the Heavenly Pole Sword Sect, in terms of importance, she was far from Yuan Jianyi and Han Xiangjun. If Lin Dongming were from the demonic sect, he would definitely choose Han Xiangjun as the target rather than Bai Zhiqing.
After all, the former and the latter might not differ much in combat power, but their importance differed greatly.
“…Why do you want her? Is she very important?” Lin Dongming wanted to extract as much information as possible from his opponent.
“Oh? So you don’t know.” The black-robed man said mockingly, “The secret of Bai Zhiqing’s dao body.”
“The secret of her dao body?” Lin Dongming suddenly remembered having a similar conversation with Song Yumian. He had some speculations about it, but they were only speculations.
“The secret of her dao body?” Lin Dongming asked in confusion.
“Go ask your elders,” the black-robed man said. “I won’t tell you here. Unless you’re willing to hand her over to me.”
“Ridiculous.” Lin Dongming answered before Mo Qingxue could respond, “If I handed her over to you today, I’d have no face to stand between heaven and earth.”
—Are you kidding me! If I let her go, that’s letting go of two hundred thousand spirit stones every month!
How could someone like Lin Dongming, who was obsessed with money, easily give up such a good wealthy patron?
“There’s no one else here,” the black-robed man didn’t give up. “Only heaven knows, earth knows, you know, and I know. You don’t need to worry about punishment from the sect master and elders.”
The black-robed man’s gaze shifted to Mo Qingxue, “If you’re worried, I can even take care of this Wenxin Heavenly Sect disciple.”
Mo Qingxue immediately stepped back, looking warily at both Lin Dongming and the black-robed man.
Lin Dongming remained disdainful, “Boring. I only care about being worthy of myself, regardless of others.”
“Moreover…” Before Mo Qingxue could be moved, Lin Dongming sneered coldly, “If I really cooperated with you to kill this Wenxin Heavenly Sect friend, I probably wouldn’t be able to escape alive either.”
Only then did Mo Qingxue realize the opponent was sowing discord. Under normal circumstances, such low-grade tricks naturally couldn’t fool her. But now both of them were severely injured, the situation was completely disadvantageous, and the various wounds on their bodies were still aching faintly, greatly interfering with their thinking.
Don’t think that Lin Dongming had almost beheaded the opponent just now—that was only due to the element of surprise. Just the thunder gang that the black-robed man was still manipulating from the Thunder Dragon Profound Lightning was enough to kill them both a thousand times over.
Rather, Mo Qingxue greatly admired Lin Dongming for being able to maintain clarity under such circumstances.
—This person is worth befriending. Whether it’s his mind or his dao heart, both are excellent. I must ask his name later.
Mo Qingxue glanced again at Lin Dongming’s handsome profile: And he’s quite good-looking too.
But how could Mo Qingxue imagine that Lin Dongming’s reason for not giving up Bai Zhiqing was two hundred thousand spirit stones?
“…What a pity.” The black-robed man sighed deeply, using thunder gang to replace the black small sword, “Then I can only let you die here.”
Countless thunder gang attacked the two of them.
“This is troublesome.” Lin Dongming clicked his tongue, taking out one refined iron short sword after another from his storage ring.
Just now, a single thunder gang had severely injured and knocked out Bai Zhiqing. Now with so many thunder gang falling together, if either of them was struck even once, they’d have to meet the King of Hell.
“Golden Light Protection!” Mo Qingxue shouted clearly, and golden lights surrounded the two of them. She took out a black scroll from her storage ring and quickly unrolled it, biting her finger and smearing blood on it, drawing a long bloody line, “Wenxin Formation!”
The characters in the scroll fell like stars, quickly constructing a hemispherical barrier above their heads, protecting them both within the formation.
The golden light was quickly shattered by the thunder gang, but the hemispherical barrier seemed much more durable, only swaying a few times under the thunder gang without being broken.
“So this is the Wenxin Heavenly Sect’s Wenxin Formation…” Lin Dongming glanced at it, “Looks like a formation written on the scroll beforehand, somewhat similar to talisman arts.”
“You have good eyes,” Mo Qingxue said sarcastically, “But let’s solve the urgent matter first. This Wenxin Formation won’t last long—we need other methods.”
Lin Dongming pointed to the countless floating profound iron swords beside him, saying softly, “Don’t worry. The countermeasure has been here all along.”
“Huh?” Mo Qingxue showed a confused expression, “You expect these common iron pieces to resist thunder gang?”
Mo Qingxue could see clearly that most of these profound iron swords didn’t even reach the profound grade—many were just iron swords that could be bought in ordinary towns.
“Hmm… just watch.” Lin Dongming didn’t want to explain, just raised his right hand, formed a sword with his fingers, and lightly swung down.
Dozens of iron swords flew out simultaneously, precisely hitting the thunder gang before them. Then the thunder gang’s trajectory was changed, all bypassing the Wenxin Formation, as if scattered by some unknowable tremendous force.
But Mo Qingxue didn’t sense any large spiritual power fluctuations emanating from Lin Dongming. In her view, Lin Dongming had merely manipulated flying swords to collide with the thunder gang.
“Interesting,” the black-robed man laughed. “How did you do that?”
“Do you think I’d possibly tell you?” Lin Dongming rolled his eyes. He had actually just tied iron wires to the ends of the profound iron swords, letting the lightning conduct along the iron wires.
In his previous life, large research institutions had conducted such experiments: using rockets to drag iron wires toward lightning, successfully directing the lightning to the ground.
Finding it suspicious, the black-robed man released another wave of thunder gang, but Lin Dongming just summoned dozens more flying swords and diverted the remaining thunder gang as well.
The black-robed man’s thunder gang was nearly depleted.
“Although I don’t know how you did it, you’re truly amazing. Absolutely astounding,” Mo Qingxue praised.
“You’re too kind, just a small trick,” Lin Dongming waved his hand. “Nothing worth mentioning.”
“But if you can manipulate the trajectory of thunder gang, why not make the thunder gang strike the enemy instead?”
“It’s difficult,” Lin Dongming shrugged. “As you should have noticed, the thunder gang follows the trajectory of the flying swords. The flying swords aren’t fast enough—the opponent could easily dodge.”
“You should give up,” Lin Dongming deliberately said loudly. “No matter how remote this place is, it’s still near Heavenly Sword Peak. If it drags on, someone will definitely notice and come over.”
“True,” the black-robed man laughed. “Prolonged battle is disadvantageous. I might have to return empty-handed today.”
He took out that black small sword again, saying, “I observe that your swordsmanship is quite good. How about taking one sword from me? If you can receive it, I’ll naturally leave immediately. If you can’t…”
Lin Dongming spread his hands, “If I can’t receive it, we’ll probably lose anyway. You can do whatever you want then. We won’t be able to stop you anyway.”