My Master Only Breaks Through on the Edge of Death

Chapter 30: Dead Soul Insect

If he could do it again, Xu Fan would definitely resist Zhu Jiao the first time they met, and retreat a little after that, which would be safer.

Becoming friends with Zhu Jiao, it's really too dangerous.

Xu Fan's mind is racing now, thinking about how to solve the current crisis.

At this moment, Xu Fan receives a transmission from Ye Xiaoyao.

"Junior Brother Xu, I'm sorry to have dragged you into this."

"After I fight with those five Golden Core Demonic Cultivators, during the chaos, the sword boat will take you some distance."

"Their target is me, they shouldn't chase you."

"Don't worry about me, I can escape on my own."

Hearing Ye Xiaoyao's transmission, Xu Fan's face gets worse and worse, thinking that if someone chases him, he'll be finished.

Before Xu Fan could respond, Ye Xiaoyao directly goes on the offensive.

"What if they are five Golden Core cultivators." Ye Xiaoyao arrogantly said as the five Flying Swords around him instantly formed a sword array.

"Flame Judgment: Five Directions Array Kill."

A huge sword array instantly takes shape, directly trapping the five Golden Core Demonic Cultivators within it.

At the same time, the sword boat Xu Fan was riding on quickly flew towards the direction of Heavenly Gate the moment Ye Xiaoyao made a move.

At this time, a demonic light flashes in the eyes of the leading Golden Core Demonic Cultivator.

"Leishi, go deal with that Qi Cultivation stage kid, quickly finish the battle, this is not a place to stay for long."

"Understood."

The Golden Core Demonic Cultivator in the direction of Heavenly Gate directly breaks free from the sword array and chases after Xu Fan's sword boat.

Ye Xiaoyao's face changes instantly, quickly offering a main attack Flying Sword and chases after the Demonic Cultivator.

"Want to save your friend? No way."

Four Golden Core Demonic Cultivators block Ye Xiaoyao's path.

A flash of regret crosses Ye Xiaoyao's face.

"Kid, don't worry about it, that little guy is very strange, he won't die even if you do."

"Focus on the battle."

Ye Xiaoyao instantly refocuses, looking at the four Golden Core Demonic Cultivators with killing intent.

"None of you will leave today."

The sky is lit with flame, and sword light fills the air.

Xu Fan, sitting on the sword boat, face bitter, watches as the Demonic Cultivator's escaping light behind him gets closer and closer, thinking about how to escape in his mind.

"If given another chance, I would never leave the sect so easily."

As the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator's escaping light gets closer, Xu Fan realizes that he must do something.

"What the hell, a Qi Cultivator fighting against Golden Core."

The Jiao Soul Pearl appears in Xu Fan's hand, and a small Jiao Dragon Puppet floats beside him.

"I'm going to break the bank."

The Jiao Soul Pearl emits a bright green light, a hundred-meter-long Jiao Dragon shadow emerges, and then drills into the Jiao Dragon Puppet beside Xu Fan.

"Roar!!!"

With a sky-shaking dragon chant, a hundred-meter-long Jiao Dragon Puppet appears, the Demonic Cultivator's escaping light chasing the sword boat stops.

A man with a gloomy and ruthless face looks at the hundred-meter-long Jiao Dragon Puppet with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you, a Qi Cultivator, to have such an amazing magical treasure. I got lucky."

In the eyes of the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator, even if the Jiao Dragon Puppet is ready to fight at Foundation Establishment Peak, it is still Foundation Establishment.

Xu Fan has already ignored the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator and is focusing on making a mysterious hand gesture. This is the last resort of the artifact.

"Golden Core Senior, how about sparing me."

After completing the secret method of the artifact, Xu Fan takes a breath, and a quarter of an hour of Golden Core combat power is enough for him to escape.

"Alright, tell me in your next life."

At this moment, the 5,000 Spirit Stones hidden inside the Flood Dragon puppet rapidly dissolved, and an astonishing amount of spiritual power surged out.

In an instant, the Flood Dragon puppet's aura surpassed the Foundation Establishment Peak and reached Early Golden Core Stage.

Without saying anything, Xu Fan immediately issued the final command to the Flood Dragon puppet to kill the Golden Core Cultivator in front of him, and then quickly escaped towards the Heavenly Gate.

The explosion caused by the battle behind him resounded throughout the sky.

"Damn, I'm going to refine ten of these magical tools when I get back."

Behind Xu Fan, the Golden Core Demonic Cultivator fighting the Flood Dragon puppet looked at the fleeing Xu Fan in the distance, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes. He flicked his index finger while taking advantage of the retreat during the battle.

A black Dead Soul Insect flew towards Xu Fan, vaguely visible in the air.

"A mere Qi Cultivation stage kid like you can't escape a Golden Core Cultivator's techniques."

"If you want to escape with your life, try again in the next life. It's a pity to lose such a magical tool."

He could see that Xu Fan had activated the self-destruct mechanism of the artifact, allowing the Flood Dragon puppet to possess the combat power of a Golden Core Stage.

At this moment, Xu Fan, who was escaping for his life, was overjoyed, feeling like he had narrowly escaped death.

"When I get back to the sect, I'm never leaving again."

Before Xu Fan could continue speaking, a spine-chilling feeling instantly energized Xu Fan.

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'Spiritual Protection'

'Spirit Light Shield'

Four defensive artifacts were quickly rotating around Xu Fan.

"A spiritual curse-type divine ability?"

As soon as Xu Fan finished speaking, he saw a black shadow-like light instantly penetrate into his glabella.

"Damn, I still got hit."

In an instant, all the artifacts around Xu Fan lost control.

Xu Fan's body slowly drifted towards the cloud layer below.

At the moment Xu Fan fell unconscious, he had activated the Light Body Technique on his magical robe.

Cloud Mist Mountain, located in the extreme west of Wu Country, was covered in snow all year round. The people living at the foot of the mountain made their living by hunting and gathering spiritual medicine.

A medicine-gathering team was searching for Snow Ginseng in the snowy mountain.

"Little Ya, it's your first time here. In our Cloud Mist Snow Mountain, there are many rules for gathering medicine." An older man said to an 8-year-old boy.

"Grandpa, just say it. As long as I can earn money and have my little sister and me eat a full meal, I'm willing to do anything." The little boy said honestly, remembering what his father had said to him before he died.

"In the snow mountain, just listen to Grandpa Changshan's words, only then can you survive."

"In the snow mountain, bow down to spiritual beasts and immortals when you meet them," the old man said.

"When you encounter a ferocious beast on the snow mountain, don't be the last to run away. If you really can't, just jump off the mountain; that way, you still have a chance to survive."

"When your strength isn't strong, don't keep all the spiritual medicine you gather for yourself. Give half to the strongest person in the team first."

The old man told the little boy the survival rules of the snow mountain one by one, and the little boy memorized them one by one.

"You're a good boy, live well, and don't let your father's hopes go to waste."

The old man patted the little boy's head affectionately, thinking how great it would be if this was his own grandson.

"Grandpa, I've remembered everything you said," the little boy said earnestly.

"That's good."

 The old man led the little boy to the back of the team. It took three hours to climb the snow mountain, and they only had three hours for gathering medicine. Because the snow that accumulated all year round kept the temperature cold, ordinary people who stayed on the snow mountain for more than six hours would suffer from cold poison.

"Grandpa, have you ever seen an immortal?" the little boy asked.

"I've seen one, and I've even exchanged a few words with one," the old man teased the little boy.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, what do immortals look like?"

"Haha, they definitely aren't as silly as you!"