Game Cultivation World: I'm really playing games

The two figures hurried past and soon arrived at Xiaoqi's residence.

Inside the house, Xiao Qi was sitting quietly, seemingly in deep thought.

Xue Tianhan and Ling Feng walked into the house and told Xiao Qi in detail about the emergency situation facing Lingxu Sect and the reasons why they had to return.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Qi's eyes were filled with reluctance, a gaze like a deep lake, rippling with waves. But she knew the two men were carrying a heavy responsibility, so after a moment's hesitation, she solemnly instructed them to be careful on their journey, her tone filled with concern and worry.

Xue Tianhan and Ling Feng left Kunlun Sect with heavy hearts and embarked on the journey back to Lingxu Sect.

They rushed all the way, like two agile cheetahs, swiftly shuttling through the mountains and forests, trying their best to avoid crowded places, and specifically chose those remote and hidden paths to move forward. They took every step carefully, for fear of disturbing anything.

However, what they had not realized was that with the strong support of the main pavilion over the years, the Tianfeng Pavilion branch was like a flame rekindled from the ashes, its influence spread rapidly, and its spies were like an invisible net, already spread everywhere.

When they passed through a forest as dense as a green ocean, the air around them seemed to freeze in an instant, and a strong murderous aura blew in their faces like a biting cold wind.

Xue Tianhan's eyes flashed, and like a sharp hawk, he quickly looked around vigilantly, thinking to himself, "Oh no, we've been discovered!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of black-clad cultivators emerged from the dark shadows and instantly surrounded them. Leading them was a deacon from the Tianfeng Pavilion named Wu Shang.

This man had a hooked nose, thin lips, and eyes as sinister as a hungry wolf in a cold night. In his hand he tightly grasped a long sword that emitted a cold light. A faint black mist seemed to be flowing on the sword, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

Wu Shang had a smug sneer on his face, and that smile was like the cry of a night owl, making people's hair stand on end. "Xue Tianhan, you didn't expect that your whereabouts have long been under our control. Today is the day you die!"

Xue Tianhan snorted coldly, like a thunderclap exploding in the silent forest. "Tianfeng Pavilion, why are you so aggressive? Lingxu Sect has nothing to do with you, yet you keep forcing us!"

His voice was filled with anger and confusion, and it echoed in the woods for a long time.

Wu Shang threw his head back and laughed heartily. His laughter was like the howling of a night ghost. "The Lingxu Sect is blocking our way, so naturally we can't leave them here. You little bastards, just accept your death obediently, and you'll suffer less pain. Otherwise, I will make sure you wish you were dead!"

Upon hearing this, Junior Brother Ling Feng's eyes widened in anger, like a burning fireball. He shook the long sword in his hand and took a fighting stance. The sword hummed, as if responding to his anger: "If you want to kill us, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

Xue Tianhan also secretly mobilized his spiritual energy, which surged and roared through his meridians like a surging tide, preparing for the upcoming fierce battle. He knew that today's battle was inevitable, and the enemy was outnumbered, like a pack of hungry wolves hunting two lone sheep. It would definitely be a bitter battle with no chance of survival.

Wu Shang waved his hand, as if commanding thousands of troops, and the men in black behind him surged forward like a tide, and the shouts of killing made the leaves rustle.

Xue Tianhan and Ling Feng stood back to back, like a solid fortress, taking care of each other and engaging in a fierce battle with the enemy.

Xue Tianhan used the "Qiankun Borrowing Method" that he had comprehended in the Kunlun Secret Realm, and his hands danced like willow branches in the wind, quickly and nimbly.

In an instant, the surrounding spiritual power seemed to have heard the call of the king, and quickly gathered to form powerful spiritual power vortexes, like black holes in the universe, blasting towards the enemy with the momentum of destroying everything.

The men in black were caught off guard by this sudden and powerful attack. Several of those with lower cultivation were instantly swallowed up by the vortex of spiritual power and turned into powder like ants, leaving only a few shrill screams echoing in the air.

But Wu Shang was not in a hurry. Like a cunning fox, he flashed like a black lightning and easily avoided the attack of the spiritual power vortex.

Then, he rushed towards Xue Tianhan quickly, the long sword in his hand was like a nimble poisonous snake, with a sharp sword energy, cutting through the air, making a "hissing" sound. The sword energy was like a substance, cutting the grass on the ground into pieces.

Xue Tianhan saw this and remained calm. He changed his hand gestures and held up the Tyrant Body. A golden Tyrant Body instantly appeared on his body. The Tyrant Body was like a huge bronze figure, shining with golden light and emitting a domineering pressure.

Wu Shang's sword pierced the Tyrant Body, making a crisp "ding ding" sound, like rain hitting fine steel, without any damage.

Junior Brother Ling Feng was locked in a bitter battle. He was like a lone wolf trapped in a pack, outnumbered and gradually losing strength. His clothes were ripped by the enemy's magic, and blood oozed out, staining his clothes like a blooming red plum.

"Lingfeng, hold on!" Xue Tianhan shouted, his voice resonating through the forest like a mighty bell. Then, he quickly formed seals with his hands and muttered something, as if communicating with the spirits.

In an instant, the sky was covered with dark clouds, like a huge black curtain covering the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and lightning flashed through the clouds like silver snakes, striking towards the man in black.

Several more men in black fell to the ground screaming like burning scarecrows under the attack of lightning. Their bodies were charred black by the lightning and emitted a pungent smell.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wu Shang was secretly angry. He took out a piece of black talisman paper from his arms. The talisman paper was like a piece of mysterious black satin with some strange red runes drawn on it.

He chanted an incantation, as if reciting an ancient evil curse, and then threw the talisman into the air. The talisman instantly burned and transformed into a huge black firebird, which flew towards Xue Tianhan like a demon from hell.

The firebird was burning with black flames, and wherever it passed, the air was burned and distorted.

Xue Tianhan felt a powerful heat wave emanating from the firebird, as if he were inside a furnace, and was startled. He knew this firebird spell was no ordinary one; it must be Wu Shang's ultimate weapon. He didn't dare to be careless, and quickly mobilized all his spiritual power, forming a spiritual shield in front of him. The shield was like a transparent glass cover, emitting a multicolored light.

The firebird slammed fiercely into the spiritual shield, creating a resounding crash, like the earth and sky collapsing. Xue Tianhan felt a massive impact, like being struck by a galloping buffalo. He involuntarily took a few steps back, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Xue!" Seeing this, Junior Brother Ling Feng was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan. He wanted to come over to support, but he was entangled by several men in black and couldn't get away.

Xue Tianhan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes becoming more determined, like burning stars: "Today, I will never let you succeed!"

After saying that, he once again used all his skills and fought a desperate battle with Wu Shang and others.

During the battle, Xue Tianhan suddenly had an idea. He remembered the clone method he had practiced in the Kunlun Secret Realm. Although his clone was sent to perform other tasks, he could temporarily draw on the clone's abilities to assist in the battle.

He chanted the incantation as if reciting a mysterious scripture, his aura instantly becoming even more powerful, as if he had transformed from a mortal into a god of war. His spiritual energy surged like boiling magma, instantly gaining the upper hand.

He seized the opportunity and unleashed a powerful spell, thrusting his hands forward as if pushing two mountains. A wave of white spiritual energy formed a surging ocean wave, sweeping towards the several black-clad men around Wu Shang, knocking them all away like fallen leaves in an autumn wind.

Seeing the situation was dire, Wu Shang began to think of retreating, like a frightened rabbit. But he was unwilling to return empty-handed, so he rolled his eyes and threw a hidden weapon at Junior Brother Ling Feng. The weapon was like a black meteor, flashing coldly in the sunlight.

Junior Brother Ling Feng was engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy and didn't notice Wu Shang's subtle movements. The hidden weapon instantly struck his shoulder, and Junior Brother Ling Feng groaned, nearly dropping his sword and swaying a few times.

"Ling Feng!" Xue Tianhan yelled, like an angry lion, his heart blazing with rage. He rushed towards Wu Shang recklessly, quickly condensing a powerful beam of spiritual energy in his hand and shooting it towards Wu Shang.

Wu Shang was unable to dodge and was hit by the spiritual power beam. Like a bird hit by a cannonball, his body flew backwards and hit a big tree heavily. The tree was uprooted by the strong wind and shook violently.

Wu Shang was vomiting blood and was seriously injured. He fell to the ground listlessly like an eagle with broken wings.

When the other men in black saw that their leader was injured, they immediately lost their composure and became a group of headless flies.

Xue Tianhan and Junior Brother Ling Feng took the opportunity to launch an attack, like two tigers pouncing on a flock of sheep, and repelled all the remaining men in black.

Those men in black instantly became stray dogs and fled in all directions.

"Brother, how are you?" Junior Brother Ling Feng asked, covering his shoulder with his hands, his face as pale as a blank sheet of paper.

Xue Tianhan walked over to him and checked his injuries: "I'm fine, but your injuries are serious. Let's find a place to heal first."

The two found a hidden cave in the forest. Xue Tianhan set up several defensive formations, which covered the cave like an invisible protective film.

Then Xue Tianhan began to heal Junior Brother Ling Feng. His hands were like the sun emitting warm light, continuously injecting spiritual power into Junior Brother Ling Feng's body.

After some treatment, Junior Brother Ling Feng's injuries improved, just like a withered flower coming back to life.

Xue Tianhan looked outside the cave, a hint of worry in his eyes, a layer of haze shrouding his heart: "This attack by Tianfeng Pavilion is just the beginning. We must rush back to Lingxu Sect as soon as possible and strengthen the sect's defense."

Junior Brother Ling Feng nodded: "Senior Brother, I understand. I will recover my strength as soon as possible."