Chapter 138: Engaging in Battle (Second Update)_1
Zhang Lan and his two companions began to besiege the abandoned camp.
Soon after, a cultivator dressed in white rushed out of the camp.
The Taoist robe he wore was lavishly styled and looked expensive, but after half a month of fleeing, it was soiled and tattered.
His face resembled the portrait Mo Hua had seen, but it looked much older and skin was even flaking off.
It seemed that due to the lack of replenishing from others, his evil skills backfired, and his appearance began to decay and age.
Indeed, he was the evil cultivator who practiced the technique of replenishing from others.
After Zhang Lan’s trio confirmed this, they wasted no words and directly took action, showing no mercy.
The evil cultivator spat out a curse and began to fight back.
The battle between the two sides was about to erupt.
Mo Hua hid from a distance, secretly watching the fight unfold.
Zhang Lan was a spiritual cultivator, skilled in water series spells, and quite powerful at that. From afar, he gathered his spiritual power to cast spells, conjuring streams of water-shaped sword qi and relentlessly attacking the evil cultivator.
Situ Fang and Situ Xiu were both body cultivators, specializing in blade techniques.
Situ Fang’s blade was thin and light, wrapped in a faint green spiritual power, cutting swiftly and densely. Situ Xiu, on the other hand, struck with wide, powerful blows, stimulating his flesh with spiritual power, which emitted a faint golden light from his body.
The two engaged in close combat, entangling the evil cultivator.
This evil cultivator seemed to also be a body cultivator, with a strong and vigorous blood qi, wielding an iron fan painted with delicate and slender beauties.
As the iron fan swept through the air, it released waves of pink spiritual power.
No wonder he is an evil cultivator; even the color of his spiritual power is improper…
Mo Hua thought to himself in silence.
The evil cultivator’s cultivation level should have been at the ninth level of Qi refinement; he was no match for Zhang Lan’s trio. But he had good movement techniques, evading the attacks of both Situ cultivators and managing to dodge most of Zhang Lan’s water-shaped sword qi.
But no matter how good his movement technique was, he was gradually overwhelmed by the combined assault of the three.
With every hit from the sword qi, his injuries grew worse, and each time Situ Fang cut him, more of his blood spilled.
Moreover, the faint green spiritual power prevented his wounds from healing.
It wasn’t long before the evil cultivator was struck by one of Zhang Lan’s sword qi blasts, falling to the ground and lying motionless.
Mo Hua did not act rashly but waited until he saw Zhang Lan lock the evil cultivator with shackles before he came out.
“Is he dead?” Mo Hua asked.
“No, this beast still clings to life.”
Mo Hua scanned with his divine sense and found that the evil cultivator’s spiritual power was indeed still circulating within his body.
“Are all evil cultivators this tough?” Mo Hua asked.
Zhang Lan said, “Not all, but most are quite troublesome to deal with. The methods of the heretical path, despite having many drawbacks, are also very powerful. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many falling into the path of the heretical demons.”
Mo Hua nodded in understanding.
With the evil cultivator captured, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Situ Xiu asked, “What do we do next?”
Zhang Lan kicked the evil cultivator, “Take this beast back, deliver him to the Taoist Court, interrogate him, and then convict him according to the law. We’ll also have something to report to Old Master An.”
“Old Master An?” Mo Hua glanced at Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan had slipped up and, looking up at the sky, pretended he hadn’t said anything.
Situ Fang and Situ Xiu chopped down a few trees and made a raft, placing the evil cultivator on it, ready to drag him back.
Mo Hua stared at the evil cultivator for a long time, then kindly suggested,
“You should break his legs.”
“What?” Situ Fang was taken aback.
“And you must destroy his meridians and shatter his Qi Sea!”
Situ Fang was speechless.
This kid, how can he say such frightening things with such an innocent face…
Zhang Lan thought for a moment, “He has a point.”
Situ Fang hesitated, “The man’s already been captured, he doesn’t have the ability to resist, doing this, aren’t we going too far with our own authority…”
“We’ve only subdued him temporarily, it doesn’t count as a capture,” Mo Hua corrected.
“Can we really do this…” Situ Fang was hesitant.
But Zhang Lan had already drawn his sword, ready to sever the evil cultivator’s meridians.
Before, Mo Hua didn’t understand why Zhang Lan, who was clearly a spiritual cultivator, would carry a sword weapon; he thought it was purely for show.
Now I understand, even as a Spiritual Cultivator, merely with spells and a knife or a sword for tools, one can be prepared for unexpected needs.