Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

"Fellow Taoist, please stay."

I saw a flying sword shooting towards Liu Xing, followed by a voice.

Liu Xing was flying at top speed when he was suddenly attacked and had to stop to deal with it, which annoyed him greatly. He waved his hand and summoned a high-grade flying sword to block the attack, glaring coldly at the other party. He saw an old man at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, with a pointed face, monkey-like chin, and a wily look on his face. He looked as cunning as a devil.

"Why are you attacking me with your sword and blocking my way?" Liu Xing asked coldly.

The old man was also silently observing him. The recent wanted order had been making a lot of noise. The reward was unexpectedly a top-grade magical weapon, and the target was actually a Qi Condensation cultivator. Isn't this exciting? Therefore, whenever they encountered a lone Qi Condensation cultivator, they would stop him and question him to see if he was the target.

Liu Xing changed his appearance, but did not hide his cultivation. The old man saw that Liu Xing was in a hurry, so he stopped him and asked him questions.

"Haha, I'm sorry, fellow Taoist, I'm lost and I want to ask you how to get to Yinshan City?" The old man asked with a harmless smile.

"I don't know." Liu Xing was too lazy to pay attention to him. He was attacked for no reason and was furious. Now he was worried about being caught. The most important thing was to run away. He didn't want to argue any more and prepared to leave.

"Fellow Daoist, do you think you can just walk away from this after committing a crime?"

Seeing Liu Xing trying to leave in a hurry, the old man became increasingly suspicious that he was his target and would never let him go, so he released his flying sword to entangle him.

Liu Xing was horrified upon hearing this, as if struck by lightning. He couldn't understand how he had been exposed. Could someone have been lurking nearby? Impossible. If someone had been there, they would have taken advantage of his weakness and attacked him right then and there. It's impossible that they would have waited almost two days to block his path. He immediately released his spiritual sense, carefully scanning the surroundings. Confirming the old man was alone, he became even more bewildered. Could the old man be cheating? Trying to rob him? Regardless, he decided to capture him and interrogate him.

In order to end the battle quickly, Liu Xing threw out more than a hundred talismans and bombarded them at the old man. The old man had never seen such a scene before. He was shocked and frantically used defensive magic weapons, but he didn't have many decent magic weapons. In an instant, he was beaten to pieces and was dying.

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, please spare my life, fellow Taoist." The old man was terrified. He was blinded by greed and kicked the steel plate.

Liu Xing immediately sealed his magical powers and carried him to the nearby woods. He had just mastered the soul-searching technique, so he wanted to test its effectiveness. Then, bursts of screams could be heard, as if the old man had experienced extremely painful torture. After a few minutes, the sounds stopped abruptly.

"A cultivator's soul is truly fragile, so vulnerable to torture," Liu Xing muttered. Soul-searching was truly an unholy art. He essentially imprisoned the opponent's soul, then used secret techniques to peel back their memories layer by layer, searching for what he desired. He hadn't expected the old man to suffer so much. He feared the thought of being soul-searched by someone else, and would suffer similarly. Due to his limited understanding of the secret technique, he quickly reduced the old man's soul to dust. However, he did manage to gather some information: two great Jindan masters from the Xuanyin Sect were tracking him down and had issued a wanted order to all cultivators, demanding his capture.

"A top-grade magical weapon as a reward? How generous!" Liu Xing sneered. After learning he was wanted, he became even more urgent, replacing a new batch of spirit stones in his assault boat and fleeing towards the Shiwan Mountains at top speed.

In a valley near the entrance to the Shiwan Mountains, Liu Xing was surrounded by a dozen immortal cultivators. These cultivators were preparing to enter the mountains to hunt demons, and upon seeing Liu Xing alone, they coveted his top-grade flying boat. Thus, they launched a sudden and unexpected attack. Furious, Liu Xing summoned his Jade Wave Sword and attacked the vulnerable enemy, instantly dispatching three ninth-level Qi training enemies. The remainder were cultivators above the tenth level.

Liu Xing had intended to make an example of the enemy, instantly killing three to deter them. However, he hadn't anticipated their frenzy. Instead of retreating, they continued to haunt him. The demonic cultivators truly were a bunch of irrational lunatics. Seeing the remaining enemy weapons swarming towards him, he had no choice but to summon the Nine Emperor Bell to shield himself. The weapons crackled like rain on banana leaves, but they were all top- and mid-grade instruments, so naturally, they couldn't penetrate the Nine Emperor Bell's defenses. Seeing Liu Xing produce two more top-grade instruments, the crowd's greed was aroused. They surrounded him and attacked him with all kinds of weapons.

At this point, Liu Xing knew that this matter could not be resolved peacefully. He could only escape by defeating the opponent and frightening him. So he didn't waste any words and calmly accepted the challenge.

The Nine Emperor Bell master defended, easily blocking the crowd's magical weapons. The Jade Wave Sword and Demon Knife attacked, but he had already retracted the flying boat. Facing the attack of two top-grade magical weapons, the crowd was cautious, often combining four or five people to deal with one. Liu Xing's profound skills and sharp magical weapons were countered by the enemy's superior numbers, and for a time, the battle was evenly matched, reaching a stalemate.

"If only I had a group attack secret technique or help." Liu Xing felt the quandary of being alone and powerless. He didn't have the secret manual for sonic power, otherwise the bamboo flute would be a very useful group attack tool. He secretly vowed to cultivate more pets or puppets, or cultivate external incarnations, so that he wouldn't be so outmatched like he was now.

Little did they know that the enemy was also suffering. Though seemingly only at the eleventh level of weapon refinement, their magical power rivaled that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, allowing them to easily hold their own against nine-on-one opponents. Crucially, their magical power was sharp; even the slightest slackness could lead to a single strike and a single blow. Furthermore, their massive bell protected them, making it impossible to break through in a short period of time. How could they fight this battle? They could only passively take the beating. Retreating was impossible; retreating would mean they would be defeated piecemeal, resulting in a faster death. Therefore, each of them gritted their teeth and persevered, determined to hold on to the bitter end.

After a long period of attack, they began to curse Liu Xing, hoping to disrupt his position. With their magic weapons and magic power all absorbed, and only their mouths still able to move, they resorted to verbal warfare to disrupt Liu Xing's spirit. If they couldn't kill him with their blows, they would try to curse him to death.

Liu Xing was speechless. These bastards, their methods were endless, and they kept repeating themselves even after a while. He was utterly frustrated, but there was nothing he could do. He remained silent, concentrating on controlling his sword. Giving special attention to the ones who cursed the most often made them flustered and in a state of panic, which in turn made their curses even more unpleasant.

"Hehe, a group of ants are fighting here, and they just happen to be in need of some blood slaves. You guys are the ones." A barely audible murmur came from a hundred miles away, as if talking to himself.

When everyone was fighting hard, suddenly a gust of evil wind blew over. Liu Xing was the first to feel that something was wrong. He was terrified and quickly put away his magic weapon and prepared to run away.

"Squeak!" Suddenly a sharp sound was heard, like a sledgehammer hitting the brain, and everyone fainted instantly.