Chapter 243: Chapter 218: Encounter with Martial Spirit Again, A Scroll of Jade Book_1
"Outside Lingdong, it is indeed a place full of hidden talents. I’ve only been here for a while and I’ve already encountered a master."
Lu Yan sighed secretly.
The middle-aged man from just now gave Lu Yan an extremely dangerous feeling.
Now, those who can give Lu Yan this kind of feeling, mostly have reached a Fifth-level Master in their cultivation level.
Of course, it would be different if the other party was an Innate Martial Body or an Internal God-man.
Shaking his head and not thinking any more about it, he silently ate some Dried Martial Food to boost the progress of a superior speed-based Martial Art.
When night fell, Lu Yan allowed Blood Slaughter to rest in a valley after feeding it two Spiritual Medicines.
After practicing his Knife Technique twice, Lu Yan also leaned against a stone and closed his eyes to recover his strength.
A few hours later.
Lu Yan suddenly opened his eyes because he just heard a faint movement, a creature was approaching.
Ga!
Then he heard Blood Slaughter’s sharp and panicked cry.
Lu Yan’s eyes narrowed.
He saw a dark figure holding onto Blood Slaughter’s neck, tearing and biting frantically.
This was a bat.
No, to be precise, it was a humanoid bat with huge wings, holding Blood Slaughter’s neck in its hands, biting hard on its neck, seemingly... sucking its blood.
"Martial Spirit."
Lu Yan was shocked.
He was very familiar with the aura of Martial Spirits.
This bat-like creature, enshrouded in black mist with a ferocious appearance, was definitely a Martial Spirit, and seemed to be one on the verge of transformation.
Whiz!
In a quick thought, Lu Yan already shot an arrow.
The arrow was aimed at the bat’s head.
The bat swung its wings, trying to sweep the arrow away, but it had obviously underestimated Lu Yan.
With a thud, the arrow pierced through the bat’s wing.
Immediately after, Lu Yan’s second arrow was shot.
This arrow drew a strange arc, hitting the opponent’s head. The humanoid bat’s head exploded, but the black lines spread, connecting the exploded blood and bones. Its head was rapidly regenerating.
It really was a Martial Spirit.
He really had a destiny with Martial Spirits. He had destroyed a nest of Martial Spirits in the Six Districts of Lingdong, and shortly after leaving Lingdong, he encountered another Martial Spirit.
After the bat Martial Spirit’s head was shot and exploded, it naturally let go of Blood Slaughter.
Blood Slaughter took the opportunity to fly up into the sky.
Bang!
Lu Yan stomped his feet and instantly bridged tens of meters, punching towards the bat Martial Spirit.
The bat Martial Spirit tried to flap its wings to fly away, but it was already too late. It could only swing its flesh wings, using them like a shield in front of itself.
Lu Yan punched, just like tearing rotting wood, he shattered the bat Martial Spirit’s wings with his punch, hitting it and tearing it into two pieces.
The bat was originally carrying a cloth bag, which was also flung out, falling into the weeds.
From the battling remnant frame of the opponent, a black shadow sprung out. It was a huge bat, making sharp noises while carrying the remnant body of the spirit communicator, quickly retreating.
Lu Yan stepped forward, his Red Blood Blade was already unsheathed, chopping towards the bat’s shadow.
The bat, shrouded in a thick black mist, rushed towards Lu Yan. Its wings cut through the void, looking just like a black magic blade.
Clang!
The Red Blood Blade cleaved the bat’s wing, causing a loud rumble.
The bat’s shadow recoiled with a split wing.
"It has a strong strength, but it seems to have suffered a heavy injury and is depleted of Origin Energy."
Lu Yan had a thought in his heart.
After several rounds of battle, he judged that the original cultivation level of the spirit communicator was at least a Third-level Master, even a Fourth-level Master.
But the strength it showed was inadequate, in a depressed state.
Combining the fact that it was sucking blood from Blood Slaughter, Lu Yan inferred that it was heavily injured and wanted to recover by sucking blood.
He stepped forward, speeding towards the front, the light of his blade was like a refined horse, cutting through the darkness.
Thud!
The bat Martial Spirit’s head was cut off.
Another strike, another wing of the bat Martial Spirit was sliced off, restricting its flight.
Followed by another strike, the bat Martial Spirit was cut in half.
The overwhelming Inner Strength, just like a meat grinder, seeped into the body of the Martial Spirit, destroying its body and eroding its vitality.
Making the Martial Spirit quickly weaken.
Once Lu Yan gained the upper hand, his offensive was relentless, with continuous slashes.
The bat Martial Spirit gave a sharp scream, smoked heavily, and disappeared into thin air.
The shattered corpse of the spirit communicator fell to the ground.
"Every time I kill a Martial Spirit, it’s always so bloody."
Looking at the bloody mess on the ground, Lu Yan was a bit speechless.
He had no choice. Martial Spirits were just too hard to kill.
Unlike ordinary Martial Cultivators, hitting a vital part or beheading with one stroke would end their lives.
To kill a Martial Spirit, it must be dismembered piece by piece because it has a very strong life force.
"There was a package..."
Lu Yan remembered clearly that the bat Martial Spirit was carrying a bag on its back before, which flew into a certain grass patch.
Lu Yan walked over, picked it up.
He opened the package, revealing stacks of Gold and Silver Tickets stamped with the word ’World’.
These were the authentic Gold and Silver Tickets of World Bank.
In fact, most of the Gold and Silver Tickets circulating in this world come from the ’World Bank’.
Because the World Bank is mysterious enough, powerful enough, and has enough credibility.
The World Bank had existed for an immeasurably long time, seemingly from the Dagu Dynasty. Even with countless wars and the extinction of dynasties, it remained standing.
No one could explain the origin of the World Bank.
However, one thing was certain: the strength of the World Bank was extremely formidable, unfathomable.
A hundred years ago, a powerful feudal lord on par with the Mansion of King Ming sought to seize control of the World Bank and attain immense wealth to aid in his conquest.
But in a few days, that powerful lord, a renowned master, died in his own bedroom.
After this incident, many regarded the World Bank with unspeakable dread.
Fortunately, the World Bank never entered into power struggles.
Legend has it if the World Bank ever sought dominion, it would have long unified the land.
Thus, even in this tumultuous era, with feudal lords fighting amongst themselves and vying for supremacy, the value of the gold and silver tickets issued by the World Bank remained remarkably stable.
After a quick count, the value amounted to more than a hundred thousand taels of silver.
Most of the high-denomination tickets were gold and worth a thousand taels each. Ten of them were worth a hundred thousand taels.
Tucking the gold and silver tickets into his bosom, Lu Yan’s gaze fell upon an iron box.
The box, in the shape of a cuboid, was a foot long and an inch wide.
Its exterior was inlaid with gold foil and adorned with patterns, exuding an air of affluence.
Opening the box revealed a scroll.
The material was peculiar, smooth and glossy to the touch.
It was a jade scroll.
Upon opening it, one could see words consisting of a special material densely packed onto it. At a glance, there were probably a few thousand words.
"This is a volume on martial arts."
Lu Yan’s eyes lit up, and he began to read carefully.
However, his brows furrowed shortly thereafter.
He couldn’t understand it at all. The martial arts recorded on the jade book seemed to be a section randomly extracted from the midst of a larger text, without any context, leaving the reader utterly confused.
At the end of the text, eight words were written: "When seven scrolls come together, divine intent reveals."
"When seven scrolls come together, divine intent reveals? Does this mean this martial art is divided into seven volumes, and this jade scroll is just one of those? Once I have all seven, the Divine Intent Diagram will appear?"
Lu Yan speculated in his mind.
What kind of martial arts is so mysterious?
Lu Yan laughed and didn’t think too much about it.
He put the jade scroll back into the box and stuffed it into his bag.
He then beckoned for Blood Slaughter to descend.
Caw caw...
Once Blood Slaughter landed, it let out a long howl and ruthlessly crushed the remains of the Spirit Communicator with its claws, an expression of hatred on its face.
Lu Yan chuckled.
This fellow, who was previously terrified out of its wits, was now acting all arrogant.
"How’s your injury? Let me take a look."
Lu Yan said.
Blood Slaughter immediately stretched out its neck, looking pitiful.
Lu Yan examined it and found a large chunk of flesh bitten off Blood Slaughter’s neck. It had already started to scab over, but it must have lost a lot of blood due to the Blood Bat Martial Spirit.
Lu Yan fed Blood Slaughter a few spiritual medicines the size of radishes. "That’s fine. You will eat more spiritual medicine later. Let’s go for now and leave this place."
After thinking for a moment, Lu Yan punched a large hole into the ground and buried the remains of the Spirit Communicator before riding Blood Slaughter into the sky.
After a moment.
There was the sound of bird calls in the distance, and a large bird was rushing towards them.
"It’s that Purple Wing Blood Peng again."
Lu Yan frowned.
He didn’t ask Blood Slaughter to stop but continued flying at the same speed. The Purple Wing Blood Peng indeed locked onto them and kept closing in.
Soon, the distance between the two parties was reduced to just a few hundred meters.
Indeed, two figures were standing on the Purple Wing Blood Peng. It was the same middle-aged man and young man he had seen earlier.
"Sir, please stop for a moment. We have something to ask."
The voice of the middle-aged man reached him.
Lu Yan asked Blood Slaughter to stop and said, "I have already taken a detour. What else do you need?"
"Sir, to be frank, we are chasing a Martial Spirit that is nearing the brink of mutation. It is extremely dangerous and resembles a bat. On your journey here, did you encounter it?"
The middle-aged man asked.
Lu Yan’s heart pounded, but he managed to keep a straight face. "I’ve been resting all this while and haven’t seen it."
"You dare deceive us. Your mount has been injured on its neck, clearly bitten by something. That bat Martial Spirit was severely injured by us and would definitely seek a strong Alien Beast or Martial Cultivator to replenish its blood in order to recover. Your mount was bitten by the Bat Martial Spirit, wasn’t it? Where did the Bat Martial Spirit go? Did you kill it?"
The young man coldly questioned, emanating a strong aura. Incredibly, he was also at the Master Level.
The older man, on the other hand, emitted an even more terrifying aura, his sights firmly locked on Lu Yan.
That detail had slipped his mind.
Lu Yan sighed, resigned. "I was afraid you were with it, so I took the liberty and misled you. You’re right, I did encounter it, but it was far too strong for me to defeat, so it escaped."
"On that Martial Spirit was a package. Have you seen it?"
The middle-aged man continued questioning, his gaze locked onto the bag behind Lu Yan.
"You needn’t deny so hastily. The iron box in that package is crucial for our Yan Clan. Whatever the case, we must retrieve it. Even if you deny it, we will conduct a search."
The young man said in a frosty voice, exerting an even more domineering pressure than the middle-aged man.
While they were speaking, they continued to approach Blood Slaughter on their Purple Wing Blood Peng, soon getting within tens of meters. The Purple Wing Blood Peng’s sharp gaze frightened Blood Slaughter, causing it to tremble in fear.
Lu Yan’s brows knitted slightly.
It seemed like they were after that jade scroll.
Why would a single incomplete volume of martial arts warrant such attention from a grand and respectable clan?
It appeared this martial art was not simple.
