Chapter 396: Chapter 396

396: Chapter 383: Mountain Gate 396: Chapter 383: Mountain Gate He was terrified to the core, not because of Baili An’s terrifyingly powerful kick, but because the Abyss of Ghost Mountain loomed right behind him.

Save me!” He roared desperately in mid-air, trying to make his subordinates catch him.

But after witnessing Baili An’s formidable strength, able even to silently crush a Thunder Talisman, who would dare catch him and plummet into the Abyss together, never to return?

No one moved to save him; Ning Feiyan, who had been paid three thousand Spirit Stones, was only responsible for hypnotizing the Great Demon to protect him, not for saving him, and she watched indifferently with a smile, her loving eyes deep and unfathomable.

Bi Ping felt a deep sense of despair and tightly closed his eyes, the roaring wind filling his ears.

Suddenly, his waist tightened sharply, and he was abruptly suspended beside the Abyss.

He gasped heavily, cold sweat soaking his clothes while his hands hung limply, unable to bear the weight.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the immeasurable darkness of the Abyss, like the boundless maw of a gluttonous beast, seemingly ready to devour him at any moment.

He was so frightened that he dared not look any longer and quickly said, “Save me!

Turning his neck halfway, he stiffened suddenly, the sight above was that of a young man, his boot sole pressing on his belt, hence preventing him from falling entirely into the Abyss.

“Young Master Bi Ping, how much do you think your life is worth in Spirit Stones?” the youth asked slowly, his eyes clear as if reflecting a cool moonlit spring.

Though it was an overtly superior stance, it did not make him appear arrogant.

His demeanor remained calm as if what he stood on was not a human life but a commensurately valued Spirit Stone.

Hearing his crisp voice, Bi Ping’s inherent baseness burst forth, his eyes vicious, “You dare to blackmail me?!”

Baili An did not respond but slightly eased his boot, causing Bi Ping to fall back toward the Abyss.

I will give you Spirit Stones!

Damn it!” Feeling the threat of death, Bi Ping could no longer pretend submission.

Baili An’s boot pressed firmly against the belt again.

Gasping, tortured not lightly, Bi Ping asked, “How many Spirit Stones do you want?”

Baili An swept his gaze briefly and said, “Thirty-six thousand Spirit Stones.”

He saw clearly; twelve people had been injured by the Thunder Talisman, three thousand Spirit Stones each, that made thirty-six thousand Spirit Stones.

Bi Ping’s face changed dramatically, “Don’t you think you’re being too greedy?”

Baili An remained silent, just giving him a light glance.

That simple, calm look unexpectedly caused a sharp sense of dread in Bi Ping, instantly losing the courage to negotiate further.

With a pained expression, he untied his Qiankun Bag from his waist, enduring the pain in his arms, and tossed it at Baili An’s feet, “There are thirty thousand Spirit Stones inside, no more; the rest, my subordinates can gather for you.

Now, will you quickly pull me up?!”

Baili An did not move.

Bi Ping glared furiously at his subordinates, “What are you idiots still standing around for?!

If I die, do you really think you can survive once we get out of here?!

Hand over the Spirit Stones, as long as I’m alive, shouldn’t you worry about missing out on your share?”

Thus, the people of Tianlong Sect reluctantly and unwillingly gathered the remaining six thousand Spirit Stones.

Ning Feiyan lazily yawned, turned her head to the woman beside her, and said, “The might of the Thunder Talisman is such that even a cultivator of the Chengling Realm must be cautious, not to mention standing directly in the center of a Thunder Array, struck by thunder from all directions.

This youth, unmoved by the storm and easily breaking the array in three steps, truly counts as an enigma.

Hong Zhuang, what do you think?”

The young girl wrapped in a large robe raised her distinctively black and white eyes, her expression calm and indifferent beneath her mask, her slightly husky voice slowly speaking, “His cultivation is not high, in a fight to the death, I am ninety percent confident I could successfully assassinate him.”

Her tone was cold and detached, but because of Ning Feiyan’s understanding of her, she sensed the subtle disdain and contempt in Hong Zhuang’s words, and even a hint of hostility.

Ning Feiyan intentionally provoked her, “Your knife is certainly sharp, but it can’t break that Thunder Technique.”

Hong Zhuang paused subtly, then said, “The Thunder Talisman is controlled by spiritual power, far superior to spiritual power control.

This youth has cultivated spiritual power, and it seems his accomplishment is above Bi Ping’s, able to replace him during the talisman drawing process, becoming the new talisman master, dispersing the power within the Thunder Talisman, thus smashing the talisman is like treading on thin ice.”

Ning Feiyan tapped her Jade Fan lightly against her palm and added, “A powerful body capable of withstanding thunder and lightning, he is most likely a Body Cultivation genius.

In these three thousand worlds, this is not unusual, but for Body Cultivators to cultivate their spiritual power to such an extent, this is the first I’ve seen, hmm…

this mysterious and handsome youth, is indeed increasingly endearing.”

Hong Zhuang’s tone suddenly chilled, “A dead man wouldn’t be so endearing.”

Ning Feiyan sighed, “What a pity, I really prefer a straightforward youth who teaches lessons through action, unlike those who only know how to move their lips.”

Her slender fingertips gently stroked the carving on the fan’s handle, her eyes deep and inscrutable.

The Young Master of Tianlong Sect, pulled to safety by his subordinates, his arms unnaturally drooping, the intense pain of his broken bones twisting his face into an ugly, fierce expression, glared at Baili An, “Do you dare to reveal your origins, today’s destruction of the talisman and theft of Spirit Stones, tomorrow my Tianlong Sect will surely pay a proper visit!”

Baili An said, “Kongcang Mountain, Si Chen.”

Bi Ping frowned, “Kongcang Mountain, near the Chaotic Demon Sea, I’ve never heard of a Body Cultivator establishing a sect in Kongcang.

What, you dare do but not admit it?”

Baili An thought seriously for a moment and said, “If you intend to settle accounts at Kongcang Mountain after autumn, it would be inappropriate.

No one lives on the mountain now, and if you seek trouble, I’m afraid there will be no one to host you.”

His expression was considerate.

Baili An was not lying; currently, in Kongcang Mountain, there was only a fish, a mountain ghost, a corpse demon, and a deer, truly no one capable of hosting him.

Bi Ping, seeing his indifferent demeanor, grew even angrier and gritted his teeth, “Why must you be so secretive about your sect’s origins?”

He secretly knew that although Body Cultivation was strong and the body was indeed formidable and terrifying, resistant to the Thunder Technique, that was only against those of the same realm.

Yet his Tianlong Sect was not to be underestimated either, with countless Chengling Realm elders.

A mere Body Cultivator, mighty for the moment, faced much more challenging cultivation progress compared to those pursuing Spirit Cultivation.

In this world, very few martial artists had managed to truly break through the Chengling Realm, how could they compare to the combined might of his Tianlong Sect?

In this world, Body Cultivators did indeed often surpass Spirit Cultivators in the early stages, but martial artists who rested never held an advantage in spiritual power, their lifespan much shorter than typical cultivators, thus very few had ever reached the pinnacle of Martial Arts since ancient times.