Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 415: A Gift for Senior Brother Ji

A group of ten members of the Sky Spider Cult were running rapidly through the forest at lightning speed. Their footsteps echoed like thunder in the silent forest, and their breathing was particularly clear.

The sunlight filtered through the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled shadows, but it could not dispel the anxious and restless aura from them.

They looked hurried, as if they were rushing to some important destination, and the breeze they brought made the surrounding leaves rustle.

"stop."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded.

A woman in a green dress and green hair, like a ghost, suddenly blocked their way without any warning.

She was as tall and straight as a pine tree, her face as cold as ice, and her eyes were firm and fearless. She just stood there quietly, but it seemed that she had an invisible aura that made people dare not underestimate her.

As the breeze blew, her black hair fluttered gently and her blue skirt swayed slightly, as if blending into the surrounding nature.

"Hey, whose little sister is this? Are you lost? Come to your brother's arms quickly."

A cultivator at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining stood out from the crowd, with an extremely lewd smile on his face, which made people feel sick.

His lustful eyes kept looking back and forth at Xia Cao, as if he wanted to see through her. But he held the gleaming steel knife tightly in his hand, without any slackness.

"This pretty girl opposite is quite strong. She has even reached the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. Fortunately, she is alone, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with her."

"This road is blocked. If you go to the muddy swamp, you might be able to save your life."

Xia Cao was unafraid and stood up straight. She looked at them coldly and proudly from beginning to end without even looking at them, as if these people were just ants in her eyes.

Her voice was clear and firm, with an unquestionable majesty. She raised her chin slightly and folded her hands across her chest, showing her disdain.

"You are quite arrogant, but I wonder if your seductive little mouth can still be so arrogant later."

The Sky Spider Cult member laughed grimly, a cruel look on his face, and rushed over with the sharp steel knife in hand, raising a cloud of dust under his feet. His movements were as swift as a cheetah, as if he wanted to defeat Xia Cao in one fell swoop.

As he ran, his body leaned forward slightly, with the steel knife in his hand raised high, ready to swing down at any time.

Xia Cao showed no fear. She raised her hand slightly and three silver needles flashed with a sharp cold light and shot towards him like lightning, so fast that people could hardly see clearly.

The silver needle flashed a cold light in the sun, like a messenger of death. Her movements were graceful and smooth, without any panic.

The knife flashed, and the monk reacted extremely quickly. He swung the steel knife in his hand, and the three silver needles were instantly swept to the ground with a crisp sound.

A smug smile appeared on his face, as if he was mocking Xia Cao's arrogance.

He swung the steel knife so forcefully that it created a gust of wind.

The member of the Sky Spider Cult chuckled contemptuously and was about to utter something cruel and mocking.

But soon his face changed suddenly, and he saw a dense mass of cold silver needles flying like snowflakes, which instantly dazzled his eyes and made him panic for a moment.

Cold sweat poured out like a spring, instantly soaking his back and sticking his clothes tightly to his body.

He waved the steel knife in panic, trying to resist the sudden attack. His movements became panic, and the steel knife waved randomly in the air, but he could not completely block the silver needles.

After he gritted his teeth and fought hard, scattering all the silver needles on the ground, he raised his trembling hands and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead. "Young lady, your skills are still..."

Before he could finish, he felt dizzy and the world was spinning. Then he realized that a tiny silver needle had been inserted into his abdomen.

"This silver needle is poisonous!"

As soon as he finished shouting at the top of his lungs, his vision went dark and he fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

His body hit the ground heavily, as if announcing his failure.

The other members of the Sky Spider Cult looked at Xia Cao in horror, not knowing what to do for a moment. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

Xia Cao stood there coldly, his eyes full of frost. "I'll say it again, if you go to the muddy swamp now and stay there for a day, you can still save your life."

Her voice was clear and powerful, echoing in the silent woods.

The other members of the Sky Spider Cult looked at each other, their faces filled with fear and hesitation.

This Senior Brother Li was already the strongest among them, but he still died of the poison within just one minute.

It is rare to find a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage who can have such a powerful toxin. This female cultivator looks beautiful and charming, but the toxin must have reached the second level, otherwise it would not be so powerful.

The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, falling on everyone in patches. A light breeze blows by, bringing a hint of coolness.

Everyone's hearts were filled with fear and anxiety. They looked at Senior Brother Li lying on the ground, and then at the cold and arrogant Xia Cao, and they couldn't help but retreat.

In the Qi Refining Stage, when everyone was still relying on cold weapons to fight, her poison undoubtedly had a great advantage. No wonder she dared to stop her group of people alone.

Between dying immediately and waiting a while before dying, the members of the Sky Spider Cult chose to wait a while before dying.

Although the muddy swamp was not a good place, everyone still retreated.

They slowly turned their heads and walked with heavy steps towards the place where the seven-hole white lotus root grew.

Their figures gradually faded away in the woods, leaving behind only silence and the summer grass that still stood proudly.

Xia Cao licked her rosy lips gently, looking like a cunning little fox. She looked at the backs of the group of Sky Spider Cult members with a strange smile, which seemed to contain countless secrets and conspiracies.

"Brother Ji, I hope you like this gift from me. But I feel that this alone is not enough to express my feelings." Her voice was soft, but with a chilling chill.

The Nanlin Secret Realm was only as big as a county town, and 500 monks were deployed into this secret realm, which was already extremely crowded. The air was filled with tension, as if a fierce battle could break out at any time.

Xia Cao didn't have to wait long before a group of men in black rushed over here like ghosts. They moved quickly and silently, but with a strong sense of oppression.

She waved her hand, and all the silver needles on the ground fell into her hand. The movement was light and graceful, as if she was performing a mysterious magic.

"Stop, this road is blocked."

Her voice was clear and firm, like a beating war drum, declaring her majesty and inviolability.

The sun shone on her body, and her green dress fluttered gently in the breeze. She was like a goddess guarding a mysterious place, making people both awed and fascinated.

……

Ji Yulin and Miao Zihao led the remaining fellow disciples, moving forward as swiftly as the wind. Their figures were like arrows shot from a bow, rapidly shuttling through the dense forest, causing gusts of whistling wind.

Finally, they arrived at the daunting mud swamp.

The swamp was filled with damp fog, which was like a thick curtain, tightly covering everything. The fog was slowly surging, as if it had life, emitting a disgusting stench, as if hiding countless unknown dangers.

The stench filled the air, making people's stomachs churn. However, in the center of the swamp, there grew extremely precious seven-hole white lotus roots, which were one of the most important goals of their visit.

The white lotus roots were looming in the mist, emitting a mysterious glow, as if calling them.

When they arrived, they saw a group of monks from Sishui Pavilion busy digging seven-hole white lotus roots.

Ji Yulin and Miao Zihao looked at each other, and a hint of cruelty flashed in their eyes.

The young men and women of the eight surnames behind them also tightly grasped the magic weapons in their hands. In an instant, a strong murderous aura quickly spread. The murderous aura seemed to be substantial, and the temperature around them seemed to drop a few degrees.

"kill!"

Ji Yulin shouted angrily, took out a long sword flashing with lightning in his hand, and rushed towards the group of monks from Sishui Pavilion.

His figure was as swift as lightning, and the lightning on his sword was like an angry dragon, roaring and rushing towards the enemy. The lightning was dazzling and illuminated the entire swamp.

Miao Zihao was not to be outdone. He roared angrily and released a group of colorful poisonous insects.

The insect was like a colorful cloud, following closely behind Ji Yulin and rushing towards the enemy. The insect made a buzzing sound that made people's scalps numb.

In front of the luxurious equipment inherited from the young masters and ladies of the eight surnames, the group of monks from Sishui Pavilion seemed so vulnerable.

Ji Yulin swung his thunder sword, and the electric light flashed dazzlingly. Any cultivator who was electrocuted would involuntarily stop his body, and then the tip of Ji Yulin's sword would ruthlessly pierce into their hearts.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the sword red, dripping down. The blood gathered on the ground into pools of blood, emitting a pungent smell.

Although Miao Zihao's poisonous insects were small in size, they were extremely cunning and strange. They took advantage of the fierce battle between the other monks and the monks of Lingxi Valley to launch a sneak attack. One after another, the monks of Sishui Pavilion fell down, and their desperate howls echoed over the swamp.

The howling sounded like a call from hell, making people shudder.

In a short while, all the monks from Sishui Pavilion were beheaded, and their blood completely dyed the muddy water of the swamp red. The muddy water turned dark red, like a bloody swamp.

The young masters and young ladies of Lingxi went forward happily to collect the spoils.

When they first left Lingxi Valley, they easily won a victory with the help of luxurious equipment, which made them all smile and feel proud.

They had no idea that danger had already woven itself into a huge net and was covering them.