Jiang Lu looked at the magic treasure in her hand and took a deep breath.
She had truly brought out one of her bottom-drawer trump cards.
This was one of the life-saving magic treasures her master had given her, known as the Spirit-Controlling Plate.
As the name suggested, pure and abundant spiritual energy was sealed within the plate. Although there was a limit to its storage capacity and it could not provide an endless supply, it was more than enough to continuously replenish the spiritual energy consumed by several people during an intense battle, preventing them from losing due to exhaustion.
As the saying went, nothing ventured, nothing gained.
She raised her hand, releasing four gentle rays of spiritual light to send the four lustrous, white Spirit-Controlling Plates into their hands.
Her voice was steady: “Senior Sister Liu, Senior Brothers, this is the Spirit-Controlling Plate. By wearing it close to your body, it will automatically draw upon the spiritual energy within to replenish the cultivation consumed during battle.”
Liu Qingqing, Lu Lingfeng, and the others reached out to take them. As their fingertips brushed against the warm yet cool texture of the jade plates, a trace of envy couldn't help but flicker in their eyes.
As expected of the direct disciple of Elder Ye Qing, her wealth was indeed substantial.
The Spirit-Controlling Plate itself was not considered a top-tier treasure, but its refinement process was tedious and complex, requiring a vast amount of materials. Ordinary cultivators could hardly dream of owning one, let alone the high-grade, superior-quality ones that Jiang Lu had produced.
“Thank you, Junior Sister,” the three of them thanked her solemnly.
Since Junior Sister Jiang was giving it to them, they would accept it without hesitation; the upcoming battle left no room for dragging their feet.
If they politely refused out of false modesty, they would only end up dragging Jiang Lu down when their spiritual energy ran dry, jeopardizing the critical task of breaking the array and eliminating the demons.
The four of them exchanged looks. In an instant, their figures soared into the air, their robes fluttering amidst the torrential rain as they transformed into swift streams of light, rushing toward the array eye where demonic energy seethed.
The commoners fleeing along the official road, dragging their exhausted bodies, had been trudging along numbly.
Suddenly seeing several figures soaring into the sky, they froze in their tracks. Their weathered eyes widened, filled with utter disbelief.
Rainwater continuously washed over their dark, haggard faces, tracing the deep wrinkles before dripping into the mud below.
Someone was the first to react, their legs giving out as they knelt heavily on the waterlogged road.
Following closely, more and more commoners bowed and knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing toward the four receding figures. Their hoarse cries pierced through the pattering rain, rising and falling in succession.
“It's the immortals! They are truly immortals!”
“May the immortals protect us!”
“We beg the immortals to save us! Save this land!”
“Immortals, have mercy, please save us...”
“We beg the immortals...”
The humble and earnest pleas echoed from behind, carrying the faint hope born of despair, weighing heavily on their ears.
Jiang Lu's fingers tightened around her long sword, her grip on the hilt growing firm.
“Go!”
The Qianming Sword in Jiang Lu's hand unleashed a white sword shadow. A majestic and fierce white sword projection suddenly slashed forward, sweeping away all obstacles.
It forcibly tore through the heavy, dark rain clouds and sliced through the churning layers of demonic energy, striking directly at the dark auras lingering above the array eye of the dragon vein.
The five demonic cultivators within the array eye were deeply engrossed in their cultivation, intending to use the Yin energy of the dragon vein to sustain the chaotic weather.
Suddenly sensing the pure spiritual energy crushing down from above, their expressions changed drastically, and their hearts shook violently.
“Not good! It's cultivators!”
The flow of their cultivation techniques was forcefully disrupted by Jiang Lu's sword strike. Their vital energy and blood surged violently, and with unbearable pain in their chests, they simultaneously spat out mouthfuls of dark red, foul blood.
A wave of immense rage and extreme shock surged in their eyes, filled with utter disbelief.
They had hidden in the mortal realm, believing themselves to be perfectly concealed with absolutely no possibility of being discovered. They had never expected that cultivators would track them all the way here.
The five of them suddenly flew out of the array eye, their toes lightly tapping the churning floodwaters as they stood firmly atop the turbid waves.
Their cold, sinister eyes glared at the four approaching figures in the air. The violent demonic energy around them surged wildly, disrupting the dark clouds in the sky and causing them to churn.
Seeing this, Jiang Lu and the others wasted no words. The spiritual light of their spells instantly flared up as they launched a fierce attack toward the demonic cultivators on the floodwaters.
One of them, eyes gleaming with ferocity, roared fiercely, “This is the mortal realm, not the cultivation world! What we do has nothing to do with you! Why insist on meddling and seeking your own deaths?!”
“Defying heaven to commit evil and harming innocent lives is exactly what we cultivators must interfere with!” Lu Lingfeng declared righteously, his voice ringing with absolute certainty.
His fingers rapidly formed hand seals, and dazzling beams of green spiritual light swept through the air. Layer upon layer of spiritual energy instantly blasted toward the speaker.
The spiritual energy precisely locked onto a late-stage Qi Condensation demonic cultivator, tightly binding the demonic energy around them and completely pinning down their movements. The demonic cultivator immediately resisted, a surge of black demonic energy billowing from their hands.
In an instant, the spiritual energy and demonic energy clashed violently between heaven and earth, the rumbling sounds deafening.
The torrential rain and howling wind intertwined as the waves surged endlessly.
Amidst the curtain of rain, sword light crisscrossed, and demonic energy clashed fiercely with spiritual energy, erupting into blinding flashes of light.
The commoners watching this scene huddled in place, not daring to move.
They stared unblinkingly at the fighting figures in the distance.
Muttering to themselves, “They really are immortals!”
The immortals had come to save them.
They wouldn't have to flee anymore.
Jiang Lu faced two early stage Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators alone, fighting on two fronts with a light yet fierce posture.
The Qianming Sword danced in her hand, creating layers of snow-white sword blossoms. Every move was sharp, and every strike aimed to kill. The sword light pierced through the misty rain, forcing the two demonic cultivators to retreat step after step.
Before long, she firmly held the upper hand, completely suppressing the two demonic cultivators!
Jiang Lu clearly detected the chaotic, dissipating demonic energy around them. The corners of her lips curved up, and she let out a soft snort.
Demonic cultivators also needed to cultivate. After several rounds of intense fighting, their magic power had long been overdrawn and depleted.
Now, without the replenishment of magic power, coupled with their unhealed injuries, they had already begun to lose.
Jiang Lu spun lightly, her wide sleeves fluttering up in the wind and rain.
She had been prepared for this all along. Fearing they might abandon the array and flee if they saw things going south, she decided to strike first to completely cut off their escape.
The spiritual net hidden in her sleeve shot out and unfurled, spreading layer by layer. Carrying a majestic aura of binding demons and repelling evil, it descended directly upon the two struggling demonic cultivators.
Both of them were mentally and physically exhausted, their defenses riddled with openings, leaving them with absolutely no time to guard against the net attacking from behind.
In just a breath, they were tightly bound by the glowing spiritual net, unable to budge.
Seeing the two of them trapped by the net, Jiang Lu firmly slapped a Spirit-Locking Talisman and a Demon-Dispersing Talisman onto it.
With a flash of golden light, the Spirit-Locking Talismans fully activated, tightly binding the demonic energy circulating around them. Immediately after, the Demon-Dispersing Talismans glowed with spiritual light as wisps of white spiritual energy seeped into the demonic cultivators' bodies, slowly eating away at their demonic power.
In mid-air, the Myriad Soul Banner at Jiang Lu's waist suddenly flew out, expanding instantly.
The ancient, pitch-black shadow of the banner suddenly manifested, hovering amidst the curtain of rain.
Faint, eerie light circulated on the banner's body, its heavy pressure sweeping in all directions.
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