Chapter 883 - 391: Curse of the Spiritual Ore, Sword Pointed at Li Chang’an

After all, Guo Hao was the disciple of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, and none of them were willing to provoke him.

They could only look toward Li Chang’an. "Fellow Daoist, do you have any last words?"

"Let’s save the last words for later." Li Chang’an gave a faint smile, showing not the slightest hint of panic.

He had already sensed the Power of Curse that Guo Hao mentioned. It was indeed quite formidable, surpassing Quasi-Tier Four but still falling short of Tier Four. While it posed a tremendous threat to Golden Core Cultivators, it was nothing to a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Moreover, he detected the aura of the Corpse Fragrance Demon Flower deep within this place. Even deeper lay the massive amount of Top Grade Spirit Stones mentioned in the Divination.

Li Chang’an was in no rush to retrieve them. He simply waved his hand casually.

BOOM!

The Quasi-Tier Four Grand Array blocking his escape path shattered instantly. With his current Cultivation, facing a Quasi-Tier Four Array required absolutely no finesse. He only needed brute force for Array-Breaking!

Seeing this scene, Guo Hao and the others experienced a drastic change in expression. Although they hadn’t sensed any aura from Li Chang’an, his Array-Breaking methods had already explained everything.

"Nascent Soul... You’re a Nascent Soul True Monarch?" Guo Hao’s face was filled with panic, completely losing his previous cold demeanor.

He never could have imagined that a random Loose Cultivator he encountered would turn out to be a Nascent Soul True Monarch, a rare existence in the Cultivation Immortality Realm! Having provoked a Nascent Soul Powerhouse, his death was all but guaranteed.

"Master, save me!" Guo Hao screamed in terror, crushing a Wooden Token at his waist.

The next moment, a phantom projection materialized before him, exuding a faint Fake Soul aura. It was Cui Ling! This was a sliver of his Divine Sense.

He cupped his hands and asked, "I am Cui Ling of the White Tiger Sect. Which Fellow Daoist might you be? If my unworthy disciple has angered you, I am willing to apologize on his behalf. I only hope you will spare his life."

"Daoist Cui, don’t you recognize me?" Li Chang’an shifted his appearance and aura, transforming into the guise of Lin Fan.

Cui Ling’s heart sank. If it were a Nascent Soul True Monarch from another faction, they might have spared Guo Hao for the sake of his and the White Tiger Sect’s reputation. But Li Chang’an had never given him any face.

Cui Ling said in a deep voice, "Daoist Lin, Hao’er resembles my youngest son who died prematurely in his early years. I have always treated him as my own, otherwise I wouldn’t have left this sliver of Divine Sense with him. As long as you are willing to let him go, I will let you choose three Treasures from my Storage Pouch."

"Not interested." Li Chang’an raised his hand, grabbing Guo Hao and casually tossing him into the narrow mining tunnel. At the same time, he triggered the ambient Power of Curse drifting in the surroundings.

The next moment, Guo Hao’s agonizing wails rang out. The terrifying Power of Curse frantically permeated his body, tearing his flesh open in the blink of an eye.

Seeing him in such a miserable state, Cui Ling’s expression instantly darkened. He asked coldly, "Daoist Lin, do you truly refuse to give me any face?"

Li Chang’an couldn’t be bothered to respond. With a simple slap, he shattered this faint sliver of Divine Sense.

The other White Tiger Sect disciples turned deathly pale and immediately knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Senior, please spare our lives! We never intended to harm you, Senior.

"It’s just that we owe too many Spirit Stones. We were forced by desperation and had to take this risk.

"We only beg Senior..."

Before they could finish speaking, a few loud BOOMS echoed out, and the group exploded into a mist of blood.

Li Chang’an’s eyes were indifferent as he looked toward another group of Treasure Hunting Cultivators. The dozen or so Cultivators were tense all over, breaking out in cold sweat. They didn’t even dare to move, terrified of being swatted into pieces by Li Chang’an.

"You may leave," Li Chang’an ordered calmly. "That Cui Ling’s anger has not subsided, and he should be on his way here. A Nascent Soul battle might break out in this place. Go and persuade all the Treasure Hunting Cultivators outside to leave."

"Yes, we will strictly obey Senior’s command!"

The dozen or so Cultivators breathed a sigh of relief. Not daring to linger, they fled the area with all their Speed. After exiting the Spiritual Ore mine, they followed Li Chang’an’s instructions and told all the Treasure Hunting Cultivators in the area to leave.

"Everyone, leave quickly! A Nascent Soul grand battle is likely to break out here!"

"What? Why would that happen?"

"There’s no time to explain, get on the Flying Ship!"

In just a short moment, all the Treasure Hunting Cultivators in the area boarded their Flying Ships. Aboard the Flying Ship, this group of Cultivators explained the ins and outs of the matter. Very quickly, the news spread to the major Nascent Soul Influences.

Just as Li Chang’an had predicted, Cui Ling was already on his way. His face was ashen, and rage surged in his chest. The previous incident with the Cui Family’s Blood Pool had already left him highly dissatisfied with Li Chang’an.

However, at that time, he was trapped within Li Chang’an’s Tier Four Array and hadn’t dared to act rashly. This time, he was prepared. He wouldn’t easily fall into an Array again. As long as he remained outside the Array, he was confident he could defeat Li Chang’an. Unless, of course, Li Chang’an hid inside an Array the entire time.

"Lin Fan, I was willing to humble myself and apologize, but not only did you refuse to accept it, you even destroyed my Divine Sense. Do you really think I am easily bullied?" With raging fire burning in his eyes, he rapidly approached the Thousand Mines Cave.

During this time, the Communication Treasures in his Storage Pouch heated up one after another. Nascent Soul Cultivators from various Righteous Influences, including his senior martial brother, the White Tiger True Monarch, continuously sent him messages, asking for the reason behind this incident.

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Meanwhile, the Communication Treasures in Li Chang’an’s Storage Pouch were also heating up consecutively. Zi Xia, Vermilion Bird, Qi Jiuyang, and the others all urged him to calm down and do his best to avoid a battle with Cui Ling. Given the current dominance of the Demonic factions, the Righteous Dao could not afford any internal friction.

"I am actually quite calm. It’s Cui Ling who probably won’t be able to calm down," Li Chang’an chuckled and replied to them.

Hearing this, the group could no longer sit still. One after another, they left their Sects or clan grounds and rushed toward the Thousand Mines Cave in an attempt to stop the impending grand battle.

Li Chang’an, on the other hand, dragged the dying Guo Hao deeper into the mining tunnel. Before long, a Spirit Flower that was half the height of a human, entirely purplish-black, and emitting a bizarre odor appeared before his eyes. It was none other than the Qian Shi True Monarch’s favorite Treasure—the Corpse Fragrance Demon Flower!

Many people could only smell a single scent. But Li Chang’an was different.

"Strange. Whether it’s the stench of rot or a refreshing fragrance, I can smell it all. My perception is far too sensitive."