Dao Companions Help Me Live Forever

Chapter 126: Divide and Conquer, Second Surrender

Another two days passed.

The entrance of the Moon True Sect.

The main hall of the sect.

Yulan supported her cheeks with both hands, smiling as she watched Xiaobaihu writing with a face full of resentment.

She saw Xiaobaihu's furry palm lift up, and sharp claws shot out, picking up the second longest nail and dipping it in the ink on the well-prepared inkstone.

Then, skillfully and crookedly, he began to write on the paper.

"Don't lock me up anymore."

"It's so dark inside."

"I'll get angry."

Yulan read it out with a face full of dignity, then chuckled and reached out to rub Xiaobaihu's head.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry, little meow. I won't lock you up next time. It turns out that spirit beasts can't see anything inside the spirit beast bag. You must have been very uncomfortable staying in there for twenty years. Poor little meow."

"Meow."

Seeing Yulan compromise, Xiaobaihu proudly raised its head and let out a cry.

Little did it know that Yulan would say the next sentence, "But it's useless even if I say it. It's the master who wants to put you in the spirit beast bag. Otherwise, it wouldn't be convenient to bring you along. It's because you're so weak that if you're not put in the spirit beast bag, you might accidentally get lost."

Upon hearing this, Xiaobaihu immediately became dejected.

Then it continued writing on the paper.

"I eat meat every day, and I'll become powerful in the future."

Suddenly, Xiaobaihu raised its head, its muscles bulging, and its fur standing on end, like a strong big cat. Its claws scratched the table, and sparks flew.

Chips of stone flew from the stone table, leaving a claw mark.

"Wow, little meow is so powerful."

Yulan praised half-heartedly.

"Meow."

Xiaobaihu returned to its appearance as a little kitten, but its eyes were full of pride.

At this moment...

"Miss Yulan seems to be in a good mood. Lord Yu is nowhere to be found, yet you still have the leisure to play with a cat here."

A young cultivator walked into the courtyard entrance.

Behind him were two elders from the Zhao family, as well as seven or eight Zhao family cultivators, all of whom were at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

Yulan held Xiaobaihu in her arms and said cautiously, "I don't know you."

"I am Zhao Jia. Miss Yulan, we met at the auction in Shangyang City. At that time, you were laughing in the arms of Lord Yu and probably didn't notice me, a cultivator sitting in the corner."

The young cultivator was Zhao Jia, a Qi Refining perfection cultivator brought back by Zhao Laozu from Shangyang City. However, his aura had already broken through to the Foundation Building realm.

"Miss Yulan, please come with us." Zhao Jia said.

"What if I don't go with you?" Yulan asked.

The ghost tiger that had been lying under her feet stood up at this moment. Vortexes seemed to be spinning in its pitch-black pupils, and black ghost mist emerged from its eyes.

The aura of a second-order demonic beast gradually rose.

"In that case, I'll have to offend you." Zhao Jia sneered, flipped his palm, and an invisible jade bottle appeared. Inside it was a drop of blood, red with a hint of pale gold.

"This is a second-order body-refining blood specially prepared for you by Zhao. It can suppress demons and break evil spells!"

He crushed the jade bottle, and the blood seemed to break free from its confines, shooting towards the ghost tiger.

Swoosh!

The blood, like a small sun, melted the ghost mist that had just emerged from the ghost tiger's eyes before it could gather, and then exploded directly.

The ghost tiger let out a miserable cry, closing and opening its eyes. The vortex inside had disappeared, leaving only two lines of blood tears.

"Submit to your fate!"

Zhao Jia had somehow learned this method to deal with the ghost tiger, and it turned out to be effective. He quickly pinched a seal, and a blue sword light flew out from behind him, transforming into dozens of flying swords, emitting a wave-like sound.

The Rising Tide Sword Technique!

Clang!

A red sword light descended from the sky, blocking the wave of swords, and its momentum remained unchanged, directly breaking through the waves until it reached Zhao Jia.

Zhao Jia's face changed drastically. He quickly pinched another seal, and the waves rolled back, intercepting the red sword light, but it seemed particularly difficult.

The power of this flying sword had already exceeded that of an early Foundation Building cultivator.

"Who?!"

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Several formation flags rose into the air, turning into beams of light, interweaving and intertwining in mid-air, forming a light net.

Thick fog rose from all directions and quickly spread.

Second-order Tianluo Formation!

Second-order Great Cloud Mist Formation!

"Not good, it's a trap!"

Zhao Jia suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted to the Zhao family cultivators behind him:

"Follow behind me, I will break the formation and charge out!"

He can be considered a talented member of the Zhao family, having been guided by Zhao Patriarch multiple times and having a certain understanding of formations.

However, facing a sneak attack from a mid-Foundation Building stage cultivator, and being suppressed by a second-order formation, the Zhao family cultivators were quickly separated by the formation.

Roar!

The Ghost Tiger pounced from an unknown location, breaking through the talented spiritual technique, but its powerful physical body was enough to threaten Foundation Building cultivators.

Zhao Jia's flying sword blocked, leaving sparks on the Ghost Tiger's body, shaving off a few strands of fur. However, his flying sword was unable to break through the Ghost Tiger's physical body for a moment.

There was also a sword, whose power far surpassed his own Crimson Radiance flying sword, launching a sneak attack.

But only for a moment.

The blue flying sword was knocked away, and Zhao Jia saw the flying sword stop at his throat, not daring to resist.

"Seal your dantian and drop your flying sword storage bag."

A voice came from the mist.

"I, a cultivator of the Zhao family..."

Pfft!

The flying sword entered halfway into his throat.

Zhao Jia's voice abruptly stopped, hurriedly dropping his flying sword storage bag, and then tapping his dantian several times. His aura suddenly weakened.

A slender palm appeared from the mist, pointing a finger at his forehead.

Thus, his sea of consciousness was sealed, and he had no power to resist.

"Who are you, we are from the Zhao family..."

Zhao Jia wanted to say something, but the Ghost Tiger's big palm had already struck, causing his internal organs to shift, his ears to ring, and then everything went black in front of him as he fell softly.

The remaining Zhao family cultivators were quickly captured one by one.

...

Zhao Family Market.

Main Affairs Pavilion.

Zhao Shiwen stood at the entrance, waving her hand coldly.

Behind her, Li Ge's figure flashed, holding a black heavy sword like a door panel in his hand. Every time he swung the sword, a resisting Zhao family cultivator turned into a pulp.

The female elder of the Zhao family, who had threatened her to step down not long ago, looked furious:

"Zhao Shiwen, do you want to betray the clan?"

"Li Qianzhong, don't forget the blood contract you signed!"

Li Ge's face was cold and he didn't say a word. He killed all the cultivators around the female elder, and then slapped her dantian with a palm.

"The blood contract you signed with Li Ge is to assist the Main Affairs Pavilion in maintaining the safety and order of the market, not to be a dog for the Zhao family. Now you are disturbing the normal order of the market, killing you does not violate the blood contract."

"And the one betraying the clan is you." Zhao Shiwen smiled coldly. "Elder Wen, the grudge of humiliating me caused by Ling Sun, I still remember it. He will come back soon to accompany you."

The female elder's voice choked, pleading, "Spare him."

Zhao Shiwen coldly snorted and did not answer.

...

Zhao Family Territory.

The only remaining elder guarded the ancestral hall, feeling somewhat uneasy.

The Patriarch has not returned yet, and the newly promoted Foundation Building cultivator, Zhao Jia, took people to capture Miss Yulan. The female elder led people to compete with Zhao Shiwen for control of the market.

The elite of the Zhao family were all out.

Now the power in the family territory can be said to be empty, and he is the only one controlling the protective formation as the last line of defense for the family territory.

He dare not be the slightest bit negligent.

Suddenly.

He rubbed his eyes and saw a familiar figure slowly walking into the ancestral hall.

"Guest... Guest Qing, sir?"

The elder screamed and quickly activated the formation.

"How did you get in?"

The protective formation that enveloped the entire Zhao family territory consumed too much energy, so it usually only maintained basic operation. However, the formation guarding the ancestral hall did not consume much energy.

Even if a Foundation Building cultivator wanted to attack, they couldn't do it.

He had enough time to fully awaken the formation and suppress the intruder.

However, Yu Xian seemed to have entered his own home.

"Elder Shao, I have to thank you for your generosity in handing over the formation control to me, even though it was for a short time. But it was not difficult for me to find a backdoor."

"Remember, don't easily hand over your own formation to outsiders next time."

"Now, do you want to resist me?"

Yu Xian's eyes darkened, and Elder Shao suddenly shivered, remembering Yu Xian's indifferent expression when he first arrived at the Zhao family, and his calm and composed eyes.

It was this appearance, and then Elder Long died.

He quickly stopped the formation and forced a smile, "Guest Qing, let's talk about it properly. Why resort to violence?"

"Hand over the core of the formation."

Just as Zhao Shaohong was about to delay, he saw a red light appear at Yu Xian's fingertip.

"Let's see who's faster, you or my flying sword?"

"The four-colored cores are here."

Zhao Shaohong remained calm and took two steps forward, offering four bamboo sections of different colors with both hands.

Surrendering was not something new.

(End of this chapter)