Chapter 61 - Spirit-fixing Needle

However, this immortal’s abode holds too many secrets, and the grudges between the various factions are complicated. If I hastily join a faction, I might face difficult decisions later. Joining the Barbarian Tribe definitely requires careful consideration!

“We’ll discuss this later. For now, we’re opponents!” Leng Yan’s hand flipped, and a massive Fire Spirit Seal formed in the air, crashing down with a roar.

“Alright, then I’ll give it my all. Blood-colored Altar!”

Zi Xie suddenly cut her fingertip, and her essence blood scattered, forming a massive formation diagram that covered the whole arena. Following this, a poison scorpion phantom flew out from the formation diagram, scattering the Fire Spirit Seal.

Then, that blood-colored formation diagram landed on the arena, and an altar rose from it, identical to Hao Ge’s, though significantly larger.

The altar manifested in an instant, and the blood-colored bat silhouette appeared again, hovering over the arena.

This time, the blood-colored bat seemed almost tangible, which shocked Leng Yan as an immensely powerful pressure emanated from it. Leng Yan felt the flow of his essence power slow, and it seemed as if a thousand-jin weight pressed down upon him.

“Such immense pressure! This isn’t a power you can wield at your current level!” Leng Yan said, struggling against the intense pressure.

“This power is granted by the Barbarian Tribe’s altar. How do you like it? Pretty powerful, right? Now I’ll make sure you lose swiftly.” Zi Xie, wielding a curved blade, charged towards Leng Yan like a phantom.

“Am I really going to lose? This power is truly overwhelming!” Even though Chu Jianfeng was seated in a small room, he could sense the astonishing pressure emanating from the arena.

“With Zi Xie’s power, activating the Blood-colored Altar can boost her to at least the mid-stage of the Heavenly Realm, rendering Leng Yan effectively immobile in the altar’s domain. Although Zi Xie will have to pay a price for this, we’ve definitely won this match!” Sang Kun remarked with a smile.

“Sang Kun, I think things might not be as straightforward as you believe. This guy is sly; it’s very likely he’s holding something back!” Sang Wen was the only one among the four who preferred solving problems with his brain. To put it bluntly, he was the most cunning among them.

“Hmph! In our altar’s domain, he can’t use any tricks!” Sang Man exclaimed loudly after taking a swig of strong liquor.

None of them used spiritual sound transmission for these comments, perhaps deliberately letting Chu Jianfeng overhear.

Chu Jianfeng, meanwhile, was worried for Leng Yan, but he maintained a smile as he continued to eat and drink.

Mo Sang remained silent, his eyes fixed on the arena. Clearly, he was also eager to find out if Leng Yan had a plan to turn the tables!

As Zi Xie charged forward, Leng Yan appeared anxious, his body seemingly bound and struggling to react.

“Time, I just need time! Seven emotions and six desires technique!” Leng Yan muttered anxiously, suddenly thinking of using the technique to stall Zi Xie.

The Spirit of Desire split from his body, pointing forward, and transformed into thirteen beams of colored light aimed at Zi Xie.

Zi Xie was unaware of what Leng Yan was up to and repeatedly cast magical techniques to defend herself. However, the spirit of desire was ethereal, ignoring those techniques and merging directly into Zi Xie’s body. Soon, Zi Xie stood still, a touch of tenderness unexpectedly appearing in her cold gaze.

“Seven emotions and six desires technique! The highest technique of the demon desire palace! What secrets does this kid hold, to possess so many top-level cultivation techniques?” Mo Sang was once again astonished by Leng Yan.

“Who’d have thought Leng Yan had the top-level technique from the demon desire palace? I’ll need to have a long chat with him sometime!” Chu Jianfeng thought with a smile.

Zi Xie’s emotions were stirred by the technique, creating an illusory realm, but within moments, she forcibly snapped out of it.

“Despicable! I want you dead!” Perhaps Leng Yan had reminded Zi Xie of something she didn’t want to remember, filling her with rage. As she attacked, she aimed to kill, her curved blade thrusting directly at Leng Yan’s throat.

“Ah!”

The blade was already inches away when suddenly, golden light burst forth from Leng Yan’s eyes as he let out an angry roar.

With that roar, his entire body was enveloped in a golden glow. An aura comparable to that of a cultivator in the Unification Realm surged skyward, overwhelming the pressure of Zi Xie’s altar, which was only at the Late Stage of the Heavenly Realm. The altar disintegrated in an instant.

Zi Xie, caught off guard, was sent reeling backward by Leng Yan’s overwhelming aura.

“How is this possible? It’s already unbelievable that someone in the True Essence Realm could challenge the Heavenly Realm! But this aura-it’s the aura of the Unification Realm. How can this be?” Zi Xie barely managed to stop herself, her eyes filled with disbelief.

“This aura, though it appears to be of the Unification Realm, harbors a will that he absolutely shouldn’t possess at his current level. It suggests that someone has instilled this will within him. Right now, he can’t fully control it and only managed to unleash it due to the altar’s pressure!” Mo Sang was shocked, his mind racing with possibilities.

The will contained within this aura was so intense that even Mo Sang felt a shiver, prompting him to consider the cultivation level of the individual who had imparted such a will. If that person were indeed Leng Yan’s master, how should Mo Sang approach Leng Yan in the future?

“Ah!”

Leng Yan felt as though the immense power within him was about to tear him apart. With a furious yell, he unleashed a punch!

This punch seemed to find an outlet for his boundless energy, coalescing into a massive golden fist. The fist shot towards Zi Xie faster than a meteor.

Zi Xie, still reeling from shock, hurriedly deployed her strongest defense against what seemed like an attack from a Unification Realm cultivator.

However, when facing a magical technique imbued with such a force of will, Zi Xie’s defenses might as well have been made of paper. In an instant, they were shattered, and the powerful impact knocked Zi Xie unconscious.

Mo Sang had guessed correctly. When Leng Yan was trapped under the altar’s immense pressure, he suddenly discovered that the battle faith within his sea of consciousness began to merge rapidly with his own will, granting him tremendous power. While he used the seven emotions and six desires technique to buy time, it was indeed the crucial moment when Leng Yan gained this newfound strength.

This time, with the intervention of external pressure, Leng Yan successfully refined a trace of battle faith, slightly increasing his strength, albeit marginally.

With Zi Xie unconscious, the remaining attacks were intercepted by Sang Tu, who now looked at Leng Yan with a hint of apprehension.

“This time we’ve lost. You should go down and rest,” Sang Tu said as he supported Zi Xie.

Leng Yan’s final strike had exhausted the majority of his energy and essence power. Although he wasn’t seriously harmed, he pretended to be extremely fatigued, slowly making his way off the arena and back to his small wooden house. Once seated, he began to cultivate, restoring his vital energy.

Leng Yan’s feigned exhaustion was a deliberate ploy to test Mo Sang-to see if he would make a move while Leng Yan’s strength appeared compromised. If Mo Sang refrained from acting now, Leng Yan would consider himself safe.

That night, Leng Yan left a profound impression on the entire tribe.

After some cultivation, Leng Yan had actually recovered his strength but continued to act fatigued, allowing Mo Sang and the others to believe he had been severely impacted.

“A bet’s a bet. This ‘spirit-fixing needle’ is yours now. Also, what Zi Xie said to you earlier reflects my wishes as well; I hope you’ll consider it,” Mo Sang said with a smile, handing the black spirit-fixing needle to Leng Yan.

Leng Yan accepted the needle, his face slightly pale. “Thank you for your kindness, Senior. However, such a significant matter requires my master’s approval. If my master does not object, this Junior would be willing to become part of the Barbarian Tribe.”

Leng Yan deflected the decision to Long Tian, and with Chu Jianfeng’s help, he returned to the wooden house.

Once back, the two of them sat cross-legged to cultivate, saying little. However, beneath the surface, they were communicating through spiritual sound transmission.

“This time was a bit risky. But from Mo Sang’s words, it seems he doesn’t intend to do anything to us,” Chu Jianfeng said in a relaxed tone.

“Let’s hope so. However, the blood seal is indeed mysterious and powerful. If possible, we must get our hands on it,” Leng Yan said.

“True, although it’s quite challenging,” Chu Jianfeng replied gravely.

“There will be an opportunity,” Leng Yan reassured.