Barrier

He had been toyed with by the Black Robe Old Man all along without realizing it. After being schemed against repeatedly, if it weren't for this mysterious mist shroud, he likely wouldn't have escaped this time and would have had his Primordial Spirit devoured by the Black Robe Old Man.

Now that he had escaped the crisis by chance, Lu Xiaotian was overjoyed. He didn't have time to ponder the origin of the mist shroud; its ability to help him escape danger was a gift from heaven. It seemed his fate was not to die. At the same time, Lu Xiaotian hated the Black Robe Old Man immensely. He immediately began to taunt and mock him, making the Black Robe Old Man howl in rage.

"Brat, don't get cocky. You think this mere mist shroud can stop me? You're dreaming. Fine, I'll let you witness my true abilities."

The Black Robe Old Man's Primordial Spirit was only about ten feet away from the mist shroud. After shouting a few times and letting out a cold laugh, he drifted backward dozens of feet.

Lu Xiaotian's expression changed. He knew how formidable the Black Robe Old Man was. This Old Monster knew many Immortal spells, especially that Golden Flying Sword, which could cleave mountains and shatter rocks with ease. He could easily carve out a Cave Mansion. This mist shroud looked flimsy and not very sturdy. However, Lu Xiaotian was helpless in the face of the current danger. Even if he wanted to escape, his speed couldn't match the Black Robe Old Man's.

"Fireball Technique!" Several small fireballs, crackling with flames, appeared as the Black Robe Old Man chanted the incantation, striking the mist shroud one after another.

Lu Xiaotian's heart leaped in alarm. Just as he was preparing to flee, he suddenly noticed that although the small fireballs looked powerful and exploded with a roar, the defensive shield formed by the mist remained completely unmoved. Instantly, the stone in his heart settled. With this experience, he remembered that when he woke up at the cliff, what he recalled wasn't a dream but an unknown mysterious place he had discovered within his body.

"Old man, it seems your spells aren't that great either."

"Don't get smug. I still have plenty of spells left to use," the Black Robe Old Man's Primordial Spirit shouted. "Golden Spear Technique!"

Bang bang! Over a dozen golden spearheads shot out and struck the mist shroud, scattering countless golden fragments. The nearly transparent mist shroud still showed no signs of movement, not even a single white spot.

"Wind Blade Wind!"

"Earth Thorn Technique!"

"Water Arrow Technique!"

After a series of clatters and bangs, the Black Robe Old Man let out a scream, "Ah! How did I fall back to Qi Refining Eleventh Layer!"

Lu Xiaotian finally relaxed completely. Only then did he notice that the body representing the Black Robe Old Man had dimmed considerably. It looked more transparent than before. It turned out that casting spells in the Primordial Spirit state would reduce one's strength.

If this Old Monster continued like this, he would likely drop to Qi Refining First Layer before long. So, Lu Xiaotian moved closer, and through the mist shroud, he taunted, "Old man, why can't you break through? Keep attacking! I'm right here."

"You insolent brat, don't be so arrogant!" The Black Robe Old Man was furious, but having schemed against other cultivators for so long, he wouldn't fall for Lu Xiaotian's trap so easily. Soon, he regained his composure and said, "Brat, you don't need to provoke me. I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. How could I fall for your tricks?"

He's truly an old fox, Lu Xiaotian cursed inwardly. He couldn't defeat him in a fight, and provoking him with words didn't work either. He was truly troublesome. Fortunately, the Black Robe Old Man couldn't break out, or Lu Xiaotian would have been in real trouble.

"You won't fall for it? Then forget it. Anyway, you can't hit me. Since you're stuck here and can't get out, you can just stay here for a lifetime."

"Do you know what this place is? Are there any methods to get in or out? Tell me, and I'll forget all our past grievances. Haven't you always wanted to learn my spells? I'll teach you everything later." The Black Robe Old Man's eyes flickered, his soul hovering in the air as he looked at Lu Xiaotian with a complex expression.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I fell for your trick once, and you expect me to fall for it a second time? I'm afraid the moment I let you out will be my end."

Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. This old fox was cunning and experienced, far beyond what a mere child like him could comprehend. There were even some methods he couldn't imagine. After all, apart from cultivating the Primordial Scripture, he knew nothing about Immortal spells. He had only escaped the other's clutches this time by sheer luck, not his own ability. If the Black Robe Old Man had another chance, he might not be so lucky again.

"I can swear an oath, won't that do? Please, let me out," the Black Robe Old Man pleaded desperately.

"You can stay inside for a lifetime then," Lu Xiaotian said with satisfaction. He ignored the other party and floated away. He remembered that last time, he seemed to have passed through a barrier, then his Spiritual Sense went dark, and he left this place.

Lu Xiaotian flew a bit further away and examined it carefully. Only then did he notice that the barrier had a faint green hue and was circular, resembling an infinitely magnified Green Fruit. It was a thin, membrane-like barrier, with a patch of land floating inside. Lu Xiaotian studied it closely and realized that this land bore some resemblance to the terrain in the canyon.

Lu Xiaotian was also a bit puzzled. He had only eaten a Green Fruit, but this situation seemed like he had swallowed a whole canyon.

"Hey, hey, don't go!" the Black Robe Old Man shouted urgently, but Lu Xiaotian's distant figure had already disappeared. He couldn't help but let out an angry roar, "Brat, you think you're so clever! If you can get out, there must be a way out. If I find a way out, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Hiss—

The needle-like pain all over his body made Lu Xiaotian gasp. This was the effect of the Soul Locking Soup the Black Robe Old Man had mentioned. Lu Xiaotian opened his eyes, and the Black Robe Old Man's body stood before him, one hand pressing on his crown. His heart skipped a beat. Seeing that old face, he felt a genuine fear. However, the withered, bark-like face was devoid of any life.

This must be the Black Robe Old Man's physical body, with his Primordial Spirit not having returned to it. He was even afraid of a soulless corpse. I'm really pathetic, Lu Xiaotian thought with a self-deprecating smile as he moved the Black Robe Old Man's unwelcome hand away from his head.

"You schemed and plotted, with malicious intent, and yet you've met this end." Looking at the Black Robe Old Man standing there like a wooden post, Lu Xiaotian's courage grew.

Several small black bags were hanging from the Black Robe Old Man's waist. Lu Xiaotian remembered that these bags seemed to have storage functions. The Black Robe Old Man used to put things into them and take them out. Thinking that the Black Robe Old Man's belongings were likely all in these black bags, Lu Xiaotian became excited. The Black Robe Old Man was suspicious and usually carried his good items with him. Nothing much was left in his Cave Mansion.

However, in his memory, the Black Robe Old Man usually only carried one black bag when traveling back and forth. Now there were four, which was a bit strange. But the more bags, the more things there were. But now, these things were all his. Lu Xiaotian carefully took down the black bags.

There was also a Jade Gourd on the Black Robe Old Man's waist. He knew this was specifically used to hold the Little Green Ant, so he gladly accepted it.

"Oh, right, and the old man's Golden Flying Sword." Lu Xiaotian suddenly remembered the scene of the Golden Flying Sword flying out of his sleeve when the Black Robe Old Man was creating his Cave Mansion.

So, he impatiently opened the Black Robe Old Man's sleeve bags. They were already empty, and he couldn't find anything. Annoyed, Lu Xiaotian searched the Black Robe Old Man's entire body but couldn't find any sign of the Golden Flying Sword.

Could it have been hidden in a Storage Bag? he thought to himself. That was the only explanation. He glanced at the Black Robe Old Man's body, and a thought struck him. He pushed the Black Robe Old Man's physical body into the Soul Locking Soup in the wooden tub, adding more water to the tub so that the water covered its head. Since the Soul Locking Soup couldn't be passed through by a Primordial Spirit, even if the Black Robe Old Man miraculously escaped later, he wouldn't be able to return to this body. This was his revenge for the past!