Painting of the Nine Immortals

Chapter 281: A Murky War



Chapter 281: A Murky War

Translator: Tatienne Editor: Rundi

“Now, who dares to lay a finger on me?”

Ling Xian’s jet black hair was now tussling in the wind along with his white robe. Like a demon from hell, his temperament was horrifying and undefeatable.

Especially after he easily slaughtered those five powerful cultivators, the terror he emitted has gotten exponentially stronger, making others shake from fear.

Immediately, everyone’s faces changed colors. Peering at the silhouette that reminded them of the devil, they became extremely angst of the situation. Even the Heaven’s Favorites were now quivering.

Without a doubt, what Ling Xian did here today has completely petrified everyone.

To have killed five people with four moves was something extremely violent and tyrannical!

One has to know that these were not merely minions sent by Clans, they were top talents who have risen above hundreds of thousands of cultivators. Every single one of them was very powerful!

However, they could not even block one move from Ling Xian. How could they not fear?

“It seems like nobody wants to cause me trouble anymore.” Ling Xian’s lips curled upwards, very satisfied with the result.

The reason why he crisply and ruthlessly killed those five was for two reasons. One, he could not hide the anger he was feeling in his heart. Two, he needed to kill the chicken before the monkeys.

In others words, he needed to set an example!

After what happened just now, Ling Xian has thoroughly understood that in order to root himself in this place, he needed to demonstrate undeniable capabilities. Or else, others will only see him as weak and try to take advantage of him.

Therefore, Ling Xian ruthlessly ended those people’s lives. He intended to tell everyone here that he was not someone to bully!

Obviously, his goal was fulfilled.

Everyone at the scene was now utterly stunned and have no more thoughts about making a move against Ling Xian.

“Very good.” Ling Xian smiled in satisfaction. He then waved at Lu Chao Xian and Fang Yun, asking them to come over.

After being summoned, Lu Chao Xian and Yun Fang marched towards Ling Xian.

However, after taking one step, they saw an out of the world beautiful and aloof lady heading towards Ling Xian in gentle steps.

Immediately, they stopped their steps.

Just like them, the crowd of people parted and made room for the lady. Gazes upon gazes of infatuation concentrated on that magnificent lady.

Without a doubt, the only person who had the ambiance to make all the leaders fall into such fear was the Demonic Fairy.

“I have calculated again just now, and I can be certain that the Yellow Fruit of Mystery is here.” Qin Yan Ge’s white complexion and perfect brows were just like a Goddess descended into the world of the mortal. Her temperament was cold like the snow and unsympathetic like the moon.

“Where is the exact location?”

Ling Xian’s stare turned heated. Coming to the Palace of Fortune, he only had one goal, and that was the Yellow Fruit of Mystery. As for the other fortunes, if he was lucky enough to encounter them, naturally he will take them into his storage pouch.

But the most important item remained the Yellow Fruit of Mystery. Because he will only breakthrough to the undefeatable realm of the foundational level after consuming this item!

Qin Yan Ge formed a faint smile and uttered out five words, “The Medicinal Garden of Immortals.”

“What kind of place is that?” Ling Xian frowned.

Qin Yan Ge lost her composure and laughed. She then explained, “The Palace of Fortune contains seven manors and three gardens. Each place has an unlimited number of weapons, technique books, and treasures. The Medicinal Garden of Immortals is one of the three gardens.”

“The name itself sure sounds potent.” Ling Xian nodded softly and asked, “How do we get in?”

“That, I’m not too sure about. Nobody really knows. We can only enter once the garden shows itself.” Qin Yan Ge grinned.

“I see.” Ling Xian nodded and asked, “You must’ve passed the test a long time ago, why are you still here?”

“This is the second test of the Palace of Fortune,” the Demonic Fairy said. Realizing that Ling Xian appeared confused, she explained, “After every single cultivator who passes the first test arrives, a murky war is going to breakout. Once the number of people who remain alive reaches 2000, the Palace will open its doors.”

“It is no wonder that the moment I appeared, I earned many people’s deathly stare.” Ling’s realization made him exclaim, “The Palace wants us to kill each other until only 2000 of us remain. What a cruel test.”

“It’s simply the law of nature. The weak dies and the strong survives. It’s the same everywhere.” Qin Yan Ge’s expression was emotionless. “Alright, why don’t we wait until the activation of the Palace.”

Ling Xian nodded and leaned against a giant pillar in the grand hall. He then closed his eyes.

As time went on and on, more and more cultivator passed the stone path test and were placed in the grand hall.

After half an hour passed, a cold voice suddenly rang.

“It is time. Let the murky war begin.”

These simple words squeezed everyone’s heart. Then, a ruthless war broke out!

Other than the few powerhouses who did not move, the rest of cultivators approached those close to them in attempt to kill them.

What chaos!

Waves of horrifying spiritual energy exploded in the air. Every type of technique was being used that sent debris flying and creating blinding rays of light that made the golden palace lose its color.

Between the light rays and the shaking of the earth were screams of pain and collapsed dead bodies.

A murky war!

A real murky war!

To survive, to obtain fortune, the majority of people were now red-eyed as they targeted their preys. No matter who the opponent was, they attacked ferociously!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang….

A series of loud noises came and went, followed by screams and shouts. Painful sounds filled every corner of the grand hall.

Battles were happening everywhere; predators were everywhere. Every single punch was thrown, and every single technique summoned were performed with the idea of: Only if you die, will I be able to live!

Under this messy environment, very little people could detach themselves from this test. However, a few cultivators who were known to be powerhouses were not provoked by anyone.

Ling Xian was one of them.

The Demonic Fairy was one of them.

Right now, these two undefeatable Heaven’s Favorites were standing side by side, which cultivator was dumb enough to challenge them?

Ling Xian was still leaning against the pillar and resting. He didn’t even open his eyes and his composed expression never changed. He was the juxtaposition of the warriors who were showering in blood and living in war.

Nobody dared to aggravate him. Nobody dared to even initiate a battle close to him.

Thanks to Ling Xian, Lu Chao Xian and Yun Fang were not attacked as well.

After about half an hour of atrocious fighting, the same cold voice pierced through the air again and brought peace back to the grand hall.

“We have reached the allowed number of people. Please seek fortunes.”

As soon as the words were spoken, those who were engaged in battles stopped their slaughtering and sat down on the ground, catching their breaths.

“Finally, it’s over. If it’s any longer, I would not be able to endure.”

“Yeah, such a messy battle. This was the first time I experienced such a thing in my life. How terrifying.”

“Exactly. Even now, I feel utterly crushed. Thank God I survived.”

“Yes, how lucky am I? I can now go look for fortune.”

Everyone revealed the ecstasy they felt as they felt more relaxed and happier than they’ve been in months.

Creeeeaaaak….

The gold door at the end of the grand hall began to come ajar. A warm and bright sunlight shone in, directly warming up the entire room.

The door to the Palace has opened.

This meant everyone can now go their owns ways and seek extraordinary fortunes!

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.Com


Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.