Spirit Summons of Ten Thousand Mountains

Spirit Summons of Ten Thousand Mountains

Lin Yu looked at the snake meat stewed until tender in the pot and sniffed it, clicking his tongue in appreciation. Though this grass snake had yet to condense a Magic Core, the flesh on its body was truly a delicacy.

In this world of the Eight Desolations, most people ate grains and vegetables. To eat the meat of these Magic Beasts, one had to pay a steep price. There was no shortage of mercenaries in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

They came to the Ten Thousand Mountains for Magic Cores on one hand, and the bodies of Magic Beasts on the other. Many taverns bought these things at high prices, yet demand still outstripped supply.

Lin Yu took out a ladle and scooped up a mouthful of soup. Though no seasonings had been added, it was still rich and delicious. Standing there, Lin Yu drank a mouthful of soup, then took out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of snake meat. This grass snake was rather unruly, but its meat really does taste good.

As though savoring it, he glanced at it before saying, "What a pity. It's too small." After speaking, he put away the pot as well, then sat cross-legged on the ground and began refining.

The spiritual energy within the Ten Thousand Mountains constantly fluctuated around him. Lin Yu had been calmly refining it when a disturbance suddenly arose in that instant. Only after he was forced to spit out a mouthful of blood did he stop.

Lin Yu stood there, sensing the fluctuations within the mountains, when he heard a voice say, "Kid, no need to keep sensing it. The spiritual energy in the Ten Thousand Mountains began boiling the moment you killed those people. There's nothing remarkable about sensing it now."

"But be careful. Since even you can sense the fluctuations in the spiritual energy here, those cultivators will likely return very soon." Lin Yu stood there and looked around. When Blood Command said such things at this moment, he had no idea what mindset it held.

Blood Command's cultivation required not only blood energy, but also abundant spiritual energy. Its cultivation was much like that of a cultivator; it was so now and would remain so in the future. It was merely that Natal Dharma Artifacts had to break through according to the level of their master's cultivation. Otherwise, at their speed, they would have long surpassed this world.

The spiritual energy drifted erratically. Lin Yu directly sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the light in the distance with narrowed eyes. The spiritual energy in the distance must mean some major upheaval is about to occur. Lin Yu stood there, carefully watching the spiritual energy drifting visibly before his naked eyes.

"No, this spiritual energy... it's too scattered. Absorbing it is truly too slow." Lin Yu glanced around and let out a long breath. Even with the Five Poisons True Scripture, absorbing the spiritual energy of this world at this time was somewhat strenuous.

"Hm? When spiritual energy moves, cultivators move. It really is so." For some reason, Lin Yu's spiritual sense had always been exceptionally strong. He could already sense things more than thirty meters away. Lin Yu looked again and said nothing.

Lin Yu stood there, quietly watching the distance, and said flatly, "You've all arrived, so come out!" He did not yet know who these cultivators were, but what he had to do now was already obvious.

"Fellow Daoist, your senses are indeed sharp. I wonder, do you have a way to gather the drifting spiritual energy within these Ten Thousand Mountains?" Qin Sheng stood there and asked. Lin Yu felt nothing toward these people and did not know what to say as he stood there.

Lin Yu gave the people before him a cold glance before continuing, "Since you're already here, then don't leave. It seems that the more people are killed here, the more active the spiritual energy becomes. That should make gathering it much easier." Lin Yu stood there, making this bold conjecture.

"Hmph, you think you can deal with us brothers alone?" As Qin Sheng spoke, the man beside him nodded as well. Lin Yu reckoned that this man was most likely mute. Lin Yu said nothing more. His sword flew straight over, shooting out in an instant, while he remained silent.

"So you're arrogant because you're at the sixth rank? Do you know who those people lying over there are?" Lin Yu looked at them and continued, "They're members of the Ancient Emperor Flame Emperor's family, all cultivators above the seventh rank. Do you think I'd still be afraid of you?" As Lin Yu spoke, one strike of his sword nearly took several of their lives.

The two retreated several steps and looked around before speaking again. "Don't run!" At that moment, everything around them turned pitch-black. Lin Yu narrowed his eyes. That Qin Sheng doesn't have such strength. It should be that mute beside him. Who exactly is he, and why does he possess such an ability...

At this moment, even Lin Yu's senses could not perceive anything through the black mist before him. It completely covered his eyes. A foot kicked him squarely in the body, and when he swung his sword again, there was already no trace of them.

"I'll kill you!" Lin Yu roared furiously. Looking into the distance, he let out a long breath as well. If this continued, who knew what would happen next.

He directly sat cross-legged on the ground, fully releasing his divine sense to feel the changes around him. Only directly ahead stood a powerful life force, utterly motionless. Lin Yu rose to his feet, and his sword flew straight toward it. Then he realized that he had truly been wrong this time. It appeared to be a trap, and the black mist around them vanished again in an instant.

"What..." Qin Sheng cried out in alarm. He had indeed been planning to kick Lin Yu again, but the cover around them had disappeared in an instant. Where was he supposed to go now?

With a backhanded strike, Lin Yu sent him flying. Standing there, Lin Yu glanced at him before saying, "Very strong! Now that the thing concealing you is gone, let's see what you can do."

At that instant, a gash was cut into Lin Yu's arm. A spot of ink on the brush had already been stained red. Lin Yu coughed and then said, "This spiritual energy... is that the Iron Brush? Who are you? This is not something an ordinary person can wield." A sheet of paper appeared at the side, clearly bearing the words: Spirit Emperor's Prince.

"You're the Spirit Emperor's prince? If that's the case, I can spare your life. You may leave." Lin Yu was not afraid of trouble; he was simply too lazy to form another enmity.

"Why spare me?" In his eyes, Lin Yu was someone who killed without blinking. If Lin Yu truly let him go, there was no telling what might happen.

"If I said I'm afraid of trouble, would you believe me?"

"I'll remember this favor." As he spoke, his figure vanished in an instant.