Chapter 516: The Hunting Combo Technique! Tiger Strength Immortal!? Ram Strength Immortal!? Deer Strength Immortal!?

“Eh?” Li Yanchu was slightly taken aback.

He could clearly sense that this force wasn’t targeting him personally, but rather seemed like the entire Mount Luofeng was forbidding flight. He cautiously continued flying but found the strange pulling force growing stronger and stronger, almost throwing his body off balance.

After a moment’s thought, he chose not to struggle and instead landed steadily on the ground. With just a push of his toes, his body shot forward. Although flying provided a better vantage point, with his current cultivation, traveling with

qinggong

[1]

was still impressively fast.

Mount Luofeng, where even phoenixes would descend, was a formidable place, let alone for an ordinary cultivator.

At this time, Li Yanchu had no mood to investigate the mountain’s mystical properties. He was focused solely on finding Master Huizhen and uncovering the mastermind behind the village massacre.

The mountain was very quiet, with only occasional bird calls or beast cries; no venomous insects or miasma were present.

Then, Li Yanchu continued using his Art of Pursuit to search for Master Huizhen’s aura, but it was fragmented and growing faint.

Rumble!

As his figure streaked forward like a white rainbow, a muffled sound suddenly reached his ears.

“Someone’s engaged in a magical duel?” Li Yanchu carefully sensed the source, then streaked toward the southeast.

Soon, he found the origin of the clash. An elderly monk holding a golden Buddha statue was being surrounded by a group of attackers. The golden Buddha in the old monk’s hands emitted dazzling light, shielding him within it.

But the long knives wielded by the attackers seemed imbued with some special power. They were sharp and swift, skilled in coordinated combo attacks. Their movements were ghostlike, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, so fast that they resembled a pack of wolves rather than humans.

Although the golden Buddha shielded the monk from direct harm, it could not withstand the relentless attacks of the black-clad assailants. The monk grew furious and prepared to take a few of them down with him, but the black-clad group moved strategically, their auras interlinked.

Just as the monk was about to risk his life, they tactically withdrew, maintaining a precise rhythm. It was like hunters exhausting their prey: they planned to slowly drain the monk’s spiritual power before finishing him off with ease.

The old monk’s expression darkened with rage as he shouted, “You abominations of the White Marsh Demon Kingdom! Today, even if I die, I won’t let you have it easy!”

The black-clad men remained unmoved, patient as they closed in for the kill.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a loud explosion erupted. One of the black-clad men holding a long knife suddenly split into pieces, transforming into a cloud of blood mist!

The entire scene fell silent as everyone’s gaze instinctively turned toward a certain direction.

At this time, a young Daoist with a long knife hanging from his waist walked slowly forward. His robe fluttered in the wind, his expression calm and stern, exuding the aura of a celestial being.

Then, the black-clad men exchanged glances, linking their auras again, preparing to overwhelm this young Daoist.

However, Li Yanchu stepped forward and struck out with a palm, and a surge of blood and qi exploded like a mountain-crushing wave. Even though the black-clad men’s auras were unified and synchronized, they could not withstand his overwhelming power!

Rumble!

With his palm strike, another black-clad man instantly disintegrated into blood mist. This overwhelming power made hearts race, yet the elderly monk’s eyes brightened in surprise.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Then, Li Yanchu struck with lightning speed, not using the heavy, yang qi of a normal palm strike, but instead closing in swiftly to shatter the spines of the black-clad assailants. They fell instantly, their lifeforce extinguished.

To everyone’s astonishment, their bodies began transforming into gray wolves after death. They were not ordinary humans; they were magical creatures in disguise.

“Master, are you from Lingxi Temple?” Li Yanchu asked.

The elderly monk, panting and sitting on the ground, glanced at the young Daoist who seemed like a god descended to earth.

“Yes, I am from Lingxi Temple. And you, Daoist Master, what is your name?”

“I am Li Yanchu, a friend of your temple’s Master Huizhen.”

“So you are the Master’s friend! Hurry to the valley ahead. The Master’s situation may be dire!” The monk’s face was filled with concern as he spoke urgently.

“The

jiangshi

from that coffin last night was brought here by a group of martial wanderers. They were commissioned to deliver it to Lingxi Temple. That coffin is extraordinarily strange, full of yin qi that even Buddhist powers cannot suppress! I came with the Master to Mount Luofeng intending to seal it, but unexpectedly, a group of abominations from the White Marsh Demon Kingdom appeared! Daoist Master, go quickly, or it may already be too late.”

The old monk could immediately sense Li Yanchu’s strength; it was far beyond an ordinary second-tier cultivator.

A single palm strike from him could shake heaven and earth! The overwhelming blood and qi he wielded resembled a roaring, blazing furnace. Only someone of Li Yanchu’s caliber could resolve the predicament at hand.

Li Yanchu nodded, retrieved a healing pill from his bosom, and handed it to the elderly monk. Then, his figure streaked forward like a white rainbow...

As he entered Mount Luofeng, the aura traces he could track with his Art of Pursuit grew fainter and fainter, almost imperceptible. This place indeed had an unusual, mystical quality.

Following the monk’s directions and the information from the Eight Trigrams Mirror, Li Yanchu quickly reached the depths of Mount Luofeng. Here lay a wide valley, where towering ancient trees flourished.

A group of monks had formed a protective golden formation, shielding themselves within it. Surrounding them were dozens of demons, their aura fierce and imposing. At the forefront stood three exceptionally powerful demons.

Li Yanchu, using his Spirit Eyes, saw that they were a tiger demon, a deer demon, and a ram demon.

He paused in surprise.

Tiger Strength Immortal and Ram Strength Immortal?

The demons were relentlessly attacking the monks, and leading them was a middle-aged monk, Master Huizhen. Golden light shone from him, as if his entire body were coated in gilded lacquer. His prayer beads flew in intricate motions, producing golden Buddhist radiance that struck the terrifying demons down!

Some of the demons appeared in human form, others in their true monstrous forms, all assailing the Buddhist formation. Some, like the previous black-clad attackers, specialized in coordinated group attacks.

The convergence of so many formidable demons was truly staggering.

“Boundless Buddha’s Dharma!” Master Huizhen roared, his voice reverberating with fury.

Golden light shimmered around his hands as he raised them high into the sky. The Demonslayer Staff at his side transformed into a massive tree staff, sweeping violently through the demons.

Then, the burly tiger demon let out an enraged roar, shifting into a striped, fierce beast, and lunged directly at him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The tiger’s attack collided with the staff, causing sparks to fly. Meanwhile, the ram demon seized the opportunity to break into the Buddhist formation, transforming into a muscular, hulking mountain ram before charging at the elderly monk. At this moment, its momentum was like a massive bulldozer.

Bang!

The monk was caught off guard and sent flying through the air. Yet the ram was relentless; its sharp horns drove straight at the monk.

Master Huizhen’s expression darkened. He had maintained the Buddhist formation precisely to prevent the three demons from striking, yet they had still found a gap!

1. I’ve explained this in a footnote before, but thought I’d explain again for those of you who have forgotten: Qinggong (轻功) is a Chinese martial arts skill, meaning "lightness skill," that allows practitioners incredible agility, speed, and leaping ability, enabling feats like running on water or scaling walls. ☜