Chapter 20
Within the three white glows, two Golden Sword Technique emerged along with a top-grade talisman, the Earth Wall Talisman.
Upon activation, it conjures a substantial earthen wall standing about ten feet tall, offering excellent protective effects.
Lu Xuan digested the Golden Sword Technique in his mind, meticulously contemplating the subtleties of the technique.
As his spiritual power circulated, a golden stream of light nearly instantaneously appeared, swooshing through a massive boulder.
He sensed that his mastery of this technique had reached a moderate level. When activated, it consumed less spiritual power, increased in speed, and amplified its potency considerably.
The six mature Firefly Grass plants further bolstered Lu Xuan's combat prowess with six additional white glows.
He even wished that Qin Ming would delay his arrival, ideally until all the Firefly Grass matured, or even until the Crimson Cloud Pine or Sword Grass matured, which he would readily accept.
However, he knew well that it was wishful thinking. Once his opponent discerned his limits and patterns, they would swiftly take action.
It was a silent night, devoid of any sound.
A figure materialized quietly outside Lu Xuan's courtyard, making no sound whatsoever.
"The damned kid is quite crafty, hiding indoors all this time."
"However, thinking that staying indoors guarantees safety is naivety to the extreme."
Qin Ming stood quietly outside the courtyard, observing the black thorns on the stone walls, a hint of mockery appearing on his face.
Relying on his cultivation level two stages higher than Lu Xuan's, he felt confident, adopting an attitude akin to a cat playing with a mouse by intentionally meeting Lu Xuan.
Unexpectedly, this Qi Cultivation Level 2 independent cultivator had been exceptionally cautious, staying indoors all this time and not venturing out to help clear pests for others.
He had kept watch for several days but hadn't seen any movement from Lu Xuan. Hence, he had decided to come straight here.
"Basic defensive formations might have an impact if it's a top-grade formation. But something of this protective caliber can easily be breached."
With a single hand, he directed a thin layer of spiritual energy towards the courtyard. Several sharp ice thorns appeared, rotating and, with a low whistling sound, directly shattered the defensive formation.
Approaching the window, his spiritual sense detected no movement inside the house. The destruction of the defensive formation seemingly hadn't raised any vigilance from the cultivator inside.
"Terrible spiritual awareness, still sleeping soundly. Good, let your demise come in your slumber, sparing you some pain."
Muttering to himself, Qin Ming proceeded towards the window, a half-yard-long ice spear manifesting above his head, its tip trembling slightly, emitting a bone-chilling cold akin to white jade.
The ice spear made a light humming sound as it thrust towards the cultivator on the bed.
Expressionless, Lu Xuan flicked both hands, simultaneously activating around ten top-grade talismans.
In an instant, a dense array of sword blades, like a rain of arrows, surged towards Qin Ming. Among them were crimson fireballs and green-grey wooden thorns.
"All white spirit stones..."
A thought flashed through Lu Xuan's mind rapidly; this attack nearly depleted all the talismans he had collected during this time. It was a battle of spirit stones!
Simultaneously, a faint silver-white blade followed amidst the numerous sword energies, inconspicuous yet lethal.
Seeing the multitude of sword energies approaching, Qin Ming cursed inwardly. With a single hand press, a thick ice wall suddenly rose in front of him.
He indeed possessed deep expertise in ice-based techniques. The Frost Armor technique could freeze even the tiniest black budworm larvae and swiftly form such a formidable protective ice wall.
Hundreds, even thousands, of sword energies rushed forth, creating a clangorous symphony. Countless fissures appeared on the ice wall under the impact of the sword energies, and ice blocks of various sizes fell off.
A loud bang!
A crimson fireball hit a fissure, ice and fire colliding, resulting in a violent explosion.
A massive hole appeared in the ice wall.
A silver-white sword light quietly penetrated, aiming for Qin Ming's head.
"Well done!"
A flying sword shot out from Qin Ming's waist, meeting the silver-white sword edge.
At the moment when the two were about to make contact, the silver-white sword edge suddenly split into dozens of thin, residual pieces.
Carrying a sharp sword intent, these pieces attacked various parts of Qin Ming's body amidst his look of intense shock.
The largest piece veered behind Qin Ming's head, lightly brushing past, leaving a thin line on the back of his neck, followed by a spray of bright red blood.
The moment his head fell off, the last remnants of Qin
Ming's consciousness saw several thin pieces lodged in various positions on his limbs, heart, and even below.
"What the hell, a Qi Cultivation Level 2?"
Endless regret flooded his mind as Qin Ming's consciousness descended into boundless darkness.
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