Immortality Cultivation: I Farm in the System Space

This aura was somewhat special; it was similar to the aura normally found on cultivators, yet there were some differences.

Lin Jing observed through Observation Mode.

In the distance at the edge of the sky, several blurry dots appeared, along with various spells and the flashes of magical treasures.

It seemed that a group of cultivators was engaging in battle, and that violent aura was originating from amongst them.

Although Lin Jing was within the System Space, he could still clearly sense this violent aura through Observation Mode.

As the group of cultivators fighting in the distance moved closer and closer.

Lin Jing finally saw clearly that these combatants were actually a group of Golden Core Cultivators.

Moreover, amongst them were several individuals Lin Jing was very familiar with.

Zhang Family Patriarch, Elder of the Li Family, the Golden Core Immortal from the Fang Market, and Steward Zheng were all there.

And not just them…

Even Liu Yiyuan’s father, who had just left, was among them.

Of course, aside from them, there were several other Golden Cores Lin Jing did not recognize.

These top powerhouses of Fang Market were currently surrounding a ‘person’ and attacking continuously.

To call them a ‘person’, however, was not entirely accurate.

The individual was huge, standing several meters tall, with the appearance of a wolf’s head, yet their body was similar to that of a human.

If Lin Jing’s guess was right, this wolf-headed figure was likely a Demon Cultivator.

This Demon Cultivator was extremely fierce; despite being attacked by several Golden Core Cultivators, he did not fall behind in the least.

That violent aura from before, was identical to the aura exuded by this Demon Cultivator.

“This Demon Cultivator is so strong, facing so many Golden Core Cultivators without falling behind…”

“Could he be at the Golden Core Late Stage?”

“Or perhaps, at the Golden Core Peak…”

Lin Jing watched the scene, inwardly contemplating.

At that moment…

The Golden Core masters within Fang Market used all their might, casting various powerful spells as if they cost nothing, all aiming at the Demon Cultivator.

In the sky, various flying swords and magical treasures flashed with dazzling light as they slashed towards the Demon Cultivator.

However, the Demon Cultivator just let out a loud roar, and then with a sweep of the large saber in his hands, a blood-red saber light directly swept out from the blade.

The flying swords and magical treasures that had just been pushed forward were all swept away by this saber light.

This Demon Cultivator, was indeed so fierce.

Several of these Golden Core Cultivators from the entire Fang Market were at the Mid Stage of Golden Core.

If this Demon Cultivator was merely at the Golden Core Late Stage, he obviously could not have achieved this feat.

It’s very likely that he was at the Golden Core Peak, or even on the verge of reaching the Nascent Soul Stage.

As the battlefield moved, they gradually approached Lin Jing’s location.

“You all, will not get my Nirvana Flower…”

With a roar from the Demon Cultivator, Lin Jing finally saw clearly that in one of his hands, he was actually holding a Spirit Plant.

This Spirit Plant was dark green all over, with a vivid red fruit resembling blood at the tip, and even the roots of the plant were covered in some blackish-red soil.

It appeared that it hadn’t been long since it was plucked.

However, the Spirit Plant in his hand was not the Nirvana Flower, but rather the Blood Red Vermilion Fruit.

“You won’t get my Life-Reversing Fruit, you won’t…”

The Demon Cultivator shouted another nonsensical sentence, leaving Lin Jing thoroughly confused; clearly, there was only one Blood Red Vermilion Fruit in his hand and nothing else.

“I am the true king of the Wolf Tribe, all you whelps deserve to die…”

“Kill…”

“Kill…”

“Kill…”

The demon cultivator’s eyes were bloodshot as he brandished his broadsword, charging at the Golden Core experts besieging him.

Just as Lin Jing was wondering what was happening, Wǔ Cǎi Immortal spoke:

“Fellow Daoists, this demon cultivator is clearly tainted by an evil entity and has lost his senses.”

“He has gone mad…”

“Everyone, there’s no need for further concern. Use all your might. Do not hold back, and kill him right here.”

“The Nirvana Flower is on his person. Once we refine the Nirvana Elixir, advancing to the Nascent Soul Stage will be within our reach.”

Lin Jing instantly understood that the demon cultivator had, for some unknown reason, gone mad.

And indeed, he had the Nirvana Flower on him.

The Nirvana Flower, an essential main ingredient for refining the Nirvana Elixir.

The Nirvana Elixir could increase the chances of a Golden Core Cultivator advancing to the Nascent Soul Stage, which explained the madness of the Golden Core Cultivators in the Fang Market.

At this time, the crowd besieging the demon cultivator, having heard Wǔ Cǎi Immortal’s words…

Attacked the demon cultivator even more frantically.

It was then the Zhang Family Patriarch spoke:

“Fellow Daoists, hold him off for a moment. Wait for me to gather my killing move…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Zhang Family Patriarch withdrew from the fray.

Then, he brought out a small emerald-green sword, less than an inch long.

Immediately after, he recited an incantation and formed hand seals with his fingers.

Subsequently, the little sword-shaped Magical Treasure grew in the wind until it was over five feet long. By that time, the Zhang Family Patriarch had also completed his incantation.

He pointed at the demon cultivator.

“Go…”

The small sword-shaped Magical Treasure charged straight at the demon cultivator.

Despite his madness, the demon cultivator seemed to sense the danger and fought more desperately, trying to escape the battle.

Seeing this, the others also exerted their full strength at that moment, launching their attacks at the demon cultivator.

Then, they saw the emerald-green little sword charge directly in front of the Demonic Beasts. Sensing the danger, the beast attempted to dodge, but it was too late.

The emerald-green little sword actually severed the arm holding the Blood Red Vermilion Fruit from the demon cultivator.

The severed arm was enormous, two to three meters long, and it fell in front of Liu Yiyuan’s father, who hurriedly caught it.

Upon feeling the pain, the demon cultivator looked down at his arm and saw it had been chopped off. He then roared as if he were crazed.

“Roar…”

At this moment, the wolf-headed demon cultivator’s eyes were bloodshot, and with his mouth agape, showing his teeth, he glared at the Zhang Family Patriarch who had cut off his arm.

“You all deserve to die…”

With that, he swept his broadsword. The others wanted to defend themselves but were forced back by the strike.

His eyes still bloodshot, he exuded an exceptionally violent aura,

Then, in a single step, he charged up to the Zhang Family Patriarch, brandishing his broadsword, and struck a radiant slash at the Patriarch.

The slash was incredibly fast. The Zhang Family Patriarch realizing he couldn’t dodge, quickly brought out a shield-shaped Magical Treasure to defend, while also gathering Spiritual Power to instantly create dozens of Protective Shields in front of him.

However, the demon cultivator was ferocious. The dozens of Protective Shields conjured by the Zhang Family Patriarch shattered like paper upon contact with the blade’s light.

After the Spiritual Shield was shattered, the blood-red blade light continued unabated and cleaved directly downward.

It struck the shield-shaped Magical Treasure.

A “crack” was heard. The shield-shaped Magical Treasure split apart instantly, but luckily, it stopped the blade light.

The Zhang Family Patriarch then spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying by that cut.

“Patriarch…”

At that moment, another slightly younger Golden Core Cultivator saw the Zhang Family Patriarch injured, called out, and quickly rushed over.

This man was undoubtedly the same newly advanced Golden Core member of the Zhang Family, also one of Zhang Yuan’s uncles.