chapter 22
22. Rich Lady to the Rescue?
Lin Dongming thought for a moment, then took out five talismans from his storage ring, sticking them to different parts of his body, “Sorry, I’m quite heavily injured. I’m afraid I can’t perform at my normal level without this.”
One was a healing technique to accelerate his body’s recovery.
Two were mid-grade divine movement talismans to increase his sword-drawing speed.
One was a giant strength talisman to enhance muscle explosive power.
And one was a shield talisman, just in case.
“No problem, I also want to see your swordsmanship at full strength,” the black-robed man said with interest, dipping some blood from his wound and smearing it on the black small sword. Deep purple runes glowed with ethereal light, and the black small sword also enlarged to the size of a normal flying sword.
Lin Dongming crouched down, withdrew his sword into its sheath, using qi condensation technique to adjust his breathing and spiritual power throughout his body, preparing to use all his strength in the next strike.
Two small spiritual power whirlpools appeared on both of them and grew larger and larger.
Heavenly Dao Mirror Heart Technique – Space Severing!
Asura Path – Evil Ghost’s Mad Song!
Two figures flashed past, and even Mo Qingxue, who was at the late Core Formation stage, only saw afterimages.
But she felt the power of this sword more clearly than anyone else. Because her Wenxin Formation had been split in half.
Although she was only at the Core Formation stage, she was the daughter of the Wenxin Heavenly Sect’s master. The materials and spiritual ink she could use on this scroll were all top-grade, with guidance from experts. She believed that very few at the Core Formation stage could do better. Even a full-power strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator might not necessarily shatter this formation.
One-third of this formation was easily severed by a Core Formation cultivator.
“…That was close.” If Lin Dongming hadn’t deflected the opponent’s sword and changed its attack trajectory, she would probably have been split in half along with the formation.
“…Is it a draw?” The profound-grade long sword in Lin Dongming’s hand couldn’t withstand the power of this strike and immediately shattered into countless fragments.
“No, I lost,” the black-robed man said. His sword hadn’t broken, but his chest had gained another wound. “Excellent swordsmanship. I really can’t tell you’re only at early Core Formation.”
“You flatter me.” Lin Dongming simply threw away the profound-grade long sword he’d been using as a makeshift weapon, which fell into the spring water with a splash. “I hope you’ll keep your word.”
Before he finished speaking, a heavenly thunder carrying sword qi struck the black-robed man’s position.
The black-robed man moved slightly, dodging the sword qi.
“A demonic cultivator dares to be here? Let me deal with you!” A familiar voice rang out—it was actually Han Xiangjun.
Sensing that the enemy wasn’t easy to handle, Han Xiangjun casually waved her hand, and three high-grade talismans appeared behind her.
“Xiangjun, be careful! He’s not an ordinary late Core Formation cultivator!” The expansion of the Wenxin Formation had caused considerable damage to Mo Qingxue, and combined with her initial injuries from the ambush, her aura had become weak.
Lin Dongming stared at one of the fire-glowing talismans and raised his eyebrows slightly. This young lady wasn’t stupid after all. From the very first strike, she’d noticed that thunder had little effect on the enemy, so the talismans she brought out were specifically fire-based.
In any case, aside from her rather immature personality, Han Xiangjun didn’t have any major flaws. The only question was when she’d mature, and whether it would be too late by then.
“Understood. Then I’ll add a few more.” Han Xiangjun casually waved again, and three more high-grade talismans appeared behind her, making Lin Dongming’s scalp tingle.
Any one of these talismans could severely injure or even kill a Core Formation cultivator. Even Nascent Soul cultivators would have to avoid them.
—So powerful. Is this the power of money? Truly worthy of a rich lady.
“Although I’d like to experience the Thunder Sword Fairy’s abilities from Heavenly Sword Peak, today doesn’t seem to be the right time,” the black-robed man chuckled. “I’ll take my leave first.”
Black smoke rose from the black-robed man’s body, and his form disappeared into the night.
“Don’t run, demonic cultivator!” Han Xiangjun struck with her sword, but only hit empty air.
“The demonic sect’s escape techniques are all very powerful. We definitely can’t catch up to him now,” Lin Dongming smiled bitterly, exhaustedly leaning against a rock and sitting on the grass.
“Hmph, next time I’ll definitely let him experience this young lady’s power,” Han Xiangjun snorted disdainfully.
“Yes, yes, thank you for coming to save us,” Lin Dongming said weakly and powerlessly.
On the other side, Mo Qingxue also collapsed powerlessly on the grass, “Sorry Xiangjun, I’m a bit tired, let me rest for a moment…”
Before she finished speaking, she had already lost consciousness.
“Qingxue!” Han Xiangjun immediately rushed over. After finding that the former wasn’t seriously injured, she breathed a sigh of relief. “How did you end up together?”
Lin Dongming said helplessly, “I was cultivating here when I discovered she was being attacked, so we fought the demonic sect together. We’ll have to wait until she wakes up for details.”
When Bai Zhiqing woke up, she saw the ceiling of her own room.
Beside her was the half-asleep Lin Dongming, and that mixed-colored little cat was licking her face.
“…Ah, you’re awake?” Lin Dongming brought over a cup of plain water. “Drink up, you must be thirsty.”
“Mm.” Bai Zhiqing’s physical condition wasn’t bad—she just felt somewhat tired. Although the thunder gang had injured her body, it had also given her a body-tempering opportunity. The spiritual power in her body was still rapidly repairing her body.
—The spiritual power capacity of my dantian seems to have increased.
Only then did Bai Zhiqing remember the dangerous situation—the thunder gang had suddenly changed direction, and she had been struck by a Nascent Soul stage thunder gang. It was Lin Dongming who had saved her.
“…Thank you for saving me. Don’t worry, I won’t let you work for nothing—there will definitely be a reward,” Bai Zhiqing was still a bit weak.
Lin Dongming smiled slightly, “Looks like you haven’t fully recovered yet. Otherwise, the little fox wouldn’t be thanking me so formally.”
Bai Zhiqing weakly held her forehead, “It seems I’ve really given Senior Brother Lin a bad impression.”
“No, it’s quite good,” Lin Dongming smiled teasingly. “Just a bit cunning. Like a little fox.”
“I see, so that’s how the nickname came about,” Bai Zhiqing said. “I see that besides thunder technique injuries, Senior Brother Lin also has some other wounds. Did you encounter trouble?”
“Sort of,” Lin Dongming looked at the sword wounds on his body. “There’s good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”
“The bad news first,” Bai Zhiqing said without hesitation.
“This habit is really like mine,” Lin Dongming said. “Is it because bad news requires more preparation?”
“It’s because I want to save the good news for later,” Bai Zhiqing retorted. “Senior Brother Lin is really pessimistic.”
“Can’t help it, can’t change anymore,” Lin Dongming said directly. “The bad news is, you’re being targeted by the demonic path.”
Bai Zhiqing wasn’t surprised at all, “This isn’t fresh news. So the demonic path attacked?”
Lin Dongming nodded, “The good news is, the injuries weren’t from being discovered by Duyuan Peak.”
“That’s indeed good news,” Bai Zhiqing nodded. “Barely counts as good news.”
Lin Dongming couldn’t help but complain, “Barely? That’s really insulting!”
So Lin Dongming began to tell her everything, from the ambush by the demonic cultivator, to cooperating with the Wenxin Heavenly Sect, to Han Xiangjun’s final rescue. Of course, he omitted the parts where he performed too well.
When she heard about Han Xiangjun throwing out a bunch of talismans, she couldn’t help but laugh, “Truly worthy of a wealthy young lady, really extravagant.”
“In a way, I think this isn’t good for her growth,” Lin Dongming shrugged. “She has too many trump cards—she could almost use trump cards as regular attacks. So she has even less motivation to hone her swordsmanship.”
“Indeed,” Bai Zhiqing thought for a moment. “Senior Brother Lin… don’t you want to know what dao body I have?”