Immortal Soaring Blade

Seeing the group of people filled with killing intent, Zhao Jiuge’s expression became ugly. Among the four of them, Song Yuansheng was in the best state and had barely used any spirit force. Ling Bo Re and Zhao Jiuge had used a lot of spirit force, but both were slowly recovering from the pills they had consumed. Song Rujing looked very calm; one couldn’t tell if there was anything wrong from her expression.

When they saw three more Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, one late stage, one mid stage, and one early stage, along with dozens of Spirit Core Realm disciples, Zhao Jiuge couldn’t help but chuckle. “I say, if Ye Aotian, Xu Zhu, and Liang Fuding had come here and we had gone to the Southern Province, the three of them would have fallen here.”

“If there is an accident, forget them, even we might die here. I have to give it to you for still being able to joke about it right now.” Song Yuansheng’s mouth twitched when he saw Zhao Jiuge smile.

“Hehe, isn’t it because we have you two siblings and this iceberg here? If it were only me, I wouldn't even be able to run.” After battling, Zhao Jiuge’s mental state was a lot better. He didn’t panic like when he first began fighting them.

Hearing Zhao Jiuge’s words, Ling Bo Re couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him! Facing this situation, even Song Rujing’s expression became serious.

The three elders from the Blood Fiend Pavilion didn’t move, but the almost 30 disciples behind them quickly moved while releasing blood fog around them. Seeing the Third Elder die before them, they all felt sorrow and anger. They wanted to capture the four people before them.

Seeing the Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples move, Zhao Jiue, who was inexperienced in this matter, quickly asked, “What should we do? They are going to place down a formation—should we attack first?” 

Song Yuansheng looked at the situation and calmly said, “Don’t panic. It's best we don’t split up, or else we’ll be taken out one by one.”

Ling Bo Re was thinking about something. The wind blew by, causing her hair to flutter. Zhao Jiuge saw this out of the corner of his eye and was a bit memorized. This reminded him of when he first saw her years ago. Song Rujing revealed a playful smile while she watched them set up the formation.

Every single Blood Fiend Pavilion disciple released the blood fog-ike spirit force, and soon, the figures of these disciples appeared everywhere around them.

The blood fog in the air became more and more dense. Seeing how easily the four of them had been trapped by the formation, the Head Elder became worried rather than excited. If they could wipe out the Ninth Elder and the Third Elder, how could they be easy to deal with?

“The blood river is endless and traps the spirit within! Gather!” The Head Elder let out a roar and a ray of red light shot out from his hand.

At this moment, the three elders joined as well. With the three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators joining in, the power of the formation increased greatly. This Blood River Spirit Trap Formation could be considered one of their aces.

Zhao Jiuge’s group of four had their backs to each other and were on guard. The blood fog slowly covered their vision, and Zhao Jiuge, who had never experienced something like this, couldn’t help but panic a bit. He quickly shouted, “All of you, be careful of any sudden attacks. I have defensive treasure armor, all of you defend yourselves.”

“Hmph, do you think you’re the only one who has armor? My Void Suspension Monastery's foundation is no weaker than your Mysterious Heaven Sword Sect’s!”

Song Rujing said while pouting, but her hands didn’t stop. A pale, white light appeared in her hand.

A blue tortoise shell half the size of her palm appeared. The blue tortoise shell was covered in spikes, and the soft aura it gave off didn’t match its appearance.

The spirit force fluctuations from this treasure revealed it to be a spirit treasure, and it was much stronger than other spirit treasures. This treasure was called the Mysterious Tortoise Print, a defensive treasure.

This caused Zhao Jiuge’s eyes to twitch. He thought this little girl had too many treasures, and each one of them had been refined by her nascent soul. The difference between the Spirit Core Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm was indeed great.

She waved her right hand and the Mysterious Tortoise Print flew above the four of them. It released a blue light that surrounded the four of them, and one could even see the shadow of a Mysterious Tortoise. A Mysterious Tortoise was a rare spirit beast, much like the Chilling Ice Luan Phoenix. Zhao Jiuge didn’t expect it to be a spirit treasure with the soul essence of a spirit beast. Even Ling Bo Re looked at the treasure with a bit of envy.

“Hiding behind that bastard shell again,” Song Yuansheng muttered to himself. Although his voice was low, because they were right next to each other, Song Rujing heard him.

“If you don’t want to hide inside, I won’t mind if you leave!” she suddenly yelled, scaring Song Yuansheng. He could only chuckle.

In the blood mist, the Head Elder revealed a fierce smile. At first he was somewhat worried, but he hadn’t expected them to actually allow them to set up the formation. Once the formation was set, it would be time for their deaths! Feeling the people inside the blood mist, the Head Elder’s figure became a blur and his hands started to form seals. The Fifth Elder and the Eighth Elder were doing the same thing in different locations.

Zhao Jiuge noticed the surroundings become quiet and couldn't help but ask, “What do we do? We can’t really just hide inside in this turtle shell and passively defend.”

Seeing Zhao Jiuge call her Mysterious Tortoise Print a turtle shell as well, Song Rujing’s chest heaved up and down. However, her focus was elsewhere, so she ignored Zhao Jiuge’s command and angrily said, “Aren’t I searching for the formation eye?”

Hearing this, Zhao Jiuge was shocked and curiously asked, “You know formations?”

Song Rujing was busy checking out the situation with the spirit formation and didn’t have time to respond to Zhao Jiuge. Instead, Song Yuansheng revealed a proud smile. “My little sister is a genius. Not only is she proficient in formations, she is even proficient in the different factions of cultivation.”

After hearing this, even Ling Bo Re couldn’t help but look at the little girl in admiration. Zhao Jiuge looked at Song Rujing, half believing and half doubting Song Yuansheng’s words.

“This Blood River Trap Spirit Formation is interesting and not bad. I don’t know where the Blood Fiend Pavilion got it. It's a combination of an illusion formation and a killing formation.” Song Rujing’s serious expression was a bit cute.

“Then, what should we do?” Zhao Jiuge didn’t know anything about this and realized that there was a pretty big gap in his foundation compared to these people who had been cultivating since they were young.

Song Rujing angrily rolled her eyes. “You’re supposed to be my friend, don’t ask so many questions like an idiot.”

Song Yuansheng looked at Zhao Jiuge’s embarrassed expression and immediately began to laugh. Although Song Rujing was mocking Zhao Jiuge on the surface, she still explained the situation to him.

“I deliberately told you all not to do anything and let them set the formation because while the formation is a powerful tool, there is also a big disadvantage. Although the formation can amplify their power greatly, once it's broken, they will also suffer severe backlash.”

Zhao Jiuge seemed to kind of understand and nodded. “So we allow them to set up the formation and then break it so they suffer from the backlash. Then we can easily deal with them all?” Zhao Jiuge looked at Song Rujing with expectation in his eyes.

“You’re not too stupid.” Song Rujing nodded. Seeing Zhao Jiuge’s expression, the corner of her mouth curved upwards.

Subsequently, the four of them no longer spoke and things became quiet. They all watched the blood mist and waited for Song Rujing’s next move.

Song Rujing’s pure eyes were half open as she carefully watched the flow of the blood fog while feeling the spirit force fluctuations from her surroundings. Although they had the protection of the Mysterious Tortoise Print, it was not a good plan to just stay there and get attacked. The Blood River Trap Spirit Formation first trapped the enemy with an illusion and then attacked. It was not a high-end spirit formation, but it was much stronger than simple formations.

Feeling the spirit force fluctuations, Song Rujing became even more immersed. Everyone else looked at Song Rujing, waiting for her reaction.

After a long time, the aura of the formation changed. It seemed like the killing move from the formation was about to arrive.

“Southeast.

“Northwest, break the formation eye.”

Song Rujing’s words suddenly echoed and she opened her eyes. Formations and spirit formations were different things. A spirit formation was something a cultivator created with their own spirit force.

A formation was ever-changing; it can be deep or shallow, simple or complex. Formations were divided into trap formations, illusion formations, killing formations, and defense formations. You can even use formation flags, formation disks, and other tools to set up the formation. Some formations even required thousands of people to help set it up. Every formation was different and their power varied.

This Blood River Trap Spirit Formation had only been set up by about 30 Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples, and their cultivation levels were not high. The formation had yin and yang formation eyes controlled by the Fifth Elder and the Eighth Elder respectively. The Head Elder controlled the overall situation.

Song Rujing had observed for a long time before she found the Fifth Elder and the Eighth Elder’s locations. She immediately gave out their locations.

Hearing this, Song Yuansheng and Ling Bo Re each picked a direction and launched their attacks. Pink sword energy and flashes of green light shot toward the Fifth Elder and the Eighth Elder. Zhao Jiuge wasn’t willing to stand by and also released a few rays of sword energy with Ling Bo Re toward the Fifth Elder. Although he hadn’t refined his sword with purple origin fire yet, his sword energy was not weak.

In the center of the formation, the Fifth Elder had a dark and sinister smile on his face. He was ready to attack. The four people trapped inside couldn’t see anything, but they could clearly see what they were doing.

When he saw the sword energy fly toward him, the Fifth Elder’s hands formed a seal. The surrounding fog quickly condensed into a huge, blood-colored palm.

On the other side, the cold-faced Eighth Elder saw Song Yuansheng’s green light and reacted the same. The surrounding blood fog condensed into a large palm.

The blood-colored palms were condensed with the help of the dozens of Blood Fiend Pavilion disciples, along with their own cultivation. Only the Head Elder didn’t make a move and watched the situation.