Chapter 436: Self-destructing magic weapon, chasing for three thousand miles!

“If your Sima family is willing to provide sufficient compensation, my Lu family can accept a truce and cease hostilities.”

Ling Zixiao’s expression was cold and imposing as she looked at Patriarch Sima within the formation, speaking indifferently.

She didn’t immediately go for the kill, not out of fear of a lose-lose situation where both sides suffer.

Simply suppressing the current Patriarch Sima through Lu Ping’an, establishing dominance, and then holding the Sima family accountable was more in line with her family’s interests.

Currently, the Lu family’s merchant association still faces many problems in opening up the market.

With Lu Ping’an providing deterrence as a visible cultivator with pseudo-Core Formation combat strength, things would go much smoother.

Furthermore, purchasing shops in large marketplaces is very troublesome.

This is because shops in good locations are cash cows, and no one is willing to sell them.

If they could acquire them through the Sima family, it would be much simpler.

Moreover, among the six major families in the Qingyun region, except for the Jin family, a relatively new family with shallow roots in the Qingyun Sect, the other five families have been operating for over a hundred years.

If the killing process was too shocking, it might attract the attention of the Qingyun Sect.

“This old man is willing to offer 300,000 spirit stones worth of heavenly materials and earthly treasures as compensation,” Patriarch Sima said in a deep voice.

300,000 spirit stones was not a small sum for any family.

However, he offered this price because he believed Ling Zixiao was unwilling to engage in a full-blown conflict with his family and would likely accept a compromise.

Yet, upon hearing this, Ling Zixiao immediately formed hand seals, activating the Rank 3 talismans on the formation, and attacked Patriarch Sima.

“Boom!”

Patriarch Sima quickly pushed his alms bowl spiritual artifact to its limit to resist the attack.

But still, his body’s protective spiritual shield, the alms bowl, and everything else were shattered by this Divine Firmament Lightning Talisman.

“Ling Zixiao, don’t push your luck! This old man is already willing to make compensation!”

“If you push me too hard, at worst, this old man will detonate his Core Formation!”

Patriarch Sima roared fiercely.

His family’s Core Formation seed had been killed, and he was still offering apologies and compensation, which already made him incredibly frustrated.

In such a situation, Ling Zixiao was still launching ruthless attacks without a word, did she really think a pseudo-Core Formation Patriarch didn’t care about face?

So he uttered harsh words to gain leverage in the negotiation.

“Detonate Core Formation!?”

Lu Ruyi, Zhou Datong, Lu Lingxiao, and the others nearby were all startled upon hearing this, intimidated by Patriarch Sima.

A Core Formation cultivator detonating their true core possessed terrifying power.

Although the current Patriarch Sima was a pseudo-Core Formation True Person, the detonation of his inner core was also extraordinary.

However, Ling Zixiao’s face was cold and stern; she was not intimidated by Patriarch Sima’s words at all.

“Pushing my luck? Your Sima family provoked us like this, and you only want to resolve the grievance with a mere 300,000 spirit stones? If this matter gets out, won’t everyone know that my Misty Lake Mountain is easy to bully?”

“So, Patriarch Sima, you should keep those 300,000 spirit stones for yourself.”

“As for detonating your Core Formation, this palace would like to see just how powerful your pseudo-Core Formation is, Patriarch Sima, and whether it can break through my formation!”

Ling Zixiao’s beautiful eyes were bright, clear, and cold, and her dignified and elegant face exuded an inviolable sacred majesty.

The self-detonation of a Core Formation cultivator is indeed extraordinary.

But how many people can actually do it with just those few words?

Even ants cherish their lives.

Unless they are truly in a desperate situation, how many would choose to detonate their Core Formation?

Moreover, there is also a saying in the cultivation world.

After a Core Formation cultivator dies, a wisp of their soul will reincarnate, allowing them to re-cultivate in the future and awaken past memories.

However, once they detonate their Core Formation, their physical body and soul will both be annihilated along with the Core, leaving no trace in the world, and there will be no possibility of reincarnation.

Although reincarnation is ethereal to cultivators, and it’s uncertain whether it even exists.

But cultivators who have reached this level, few can abandon the thought of reincarnation.

Furthermore, the current Patriarch Sima admitted defeat before even being seriously injured, clearly not someone so resolute as to detonate his Core Formation just like that!

However, Ling Zixiao’s confidence in pushing him like this also came from the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet given by Lu Changsheng.

Otherwise, if Patriarch Sima truly went all out and detonated his pseudo-Core Formation, they would also be in considerable danger.

As Ling Zixiao spoke, three more Rank 3 talismans flew out from her sleeves.

These three talismans did not integrate into the formation but merely hovered in front of her.

Rank 3 talismans consume a lot of magical power and spiritual sense.

With only a cultivation of Foundation Establishment Layer 4, if her spiritual sense weren’t comparable to the peak of Foundation Establishment, she would have difficulty controlling the formation and activating Rank 3 talismans simultaneously like this.

Patriarch Sima looked at these three talismans, his pupils shrinking sharply, and he said in a deep voice, “What compensation does Madam Lu want to call off the hostilities?”

“Your Xuanwu Ridge shall compensate us with a million spirit stones, three spiritual lands, thirty shops in your marketplaces of my choosing, open all trade strongholds, and you shall not seek revenge against my Misty Lake Mountain for a hundred years.”

Ling Zixiao’s skirt fluttered, and her pleasant and moving voice carried an undeniable authority.

“Hiss!”

Lu Ruyi, who was standing nearby, looked at her aunt and gasped sharply.

She remembered that the Sima family, including Xuanwu Ridge, only had a total of six spiritual lands, and her aunt was demanding three right away.

Moreover, there were a million spirit stones, thirty marketplace shops, and the opening of trade strongholds.

Even she felt that her aunt was making an exorbitant demand.

“This is impossible!”

Patriarch Sima immediately roared, his pseudo-Core Formation level spiritual pressure surging throughout his body.

If Lu Ping’an hadn’t been blocking him, preventing him from breaking through the formation, he would have wished to beat Ling Zixiao to death with his ruler.

Such conditions, she really had the nerve to say them.

Even though the Sima family was a pseudo-Core Formation family with a thousand-year heritage and abundant resources, they couldn’t produce a million spirit stones all at once.

Not to mention the humiliating terms of three spiritual lands and thirty shops.

“Since it’s impossible, there’s no need to talk.”

Ling Zixiao hadn’t expected the other party to agree directly.

Negotiation is inherently a game between two sides.

After suppressing the opponent, the terms can be negotiated slowly.

As she spoke, a Rank 3 talisman integrated into the formation and attacked Patriarch Sima.

“Boom!”

This talisman attack shattered the alms bowl above Patriarch Sima’s head, scorched his skin black, and damaged his magical robe.

“Clang!”

Lu Ping’an seized this opportunity, unleashing a fierce golden punch that struck the Heaven-Pacifying Ruler in front of him, causing it to vibrate and making Patriarch Sima’s internal magical power and blood surge, a trickle of blood spilling from his mouth.

“Buzz buzz buzz—”

At this moment, a dense frost surged within the formation, and vines extended towards Patriarch Sima, attempting to suppress him.

“My Sima family is willing to provide 300,000 spirit stones and one spiritual land!”

Patriarch Sima formed hand seals, and also summoned a tortoise shell artifact, forming a spiritual shield. The Heaven-Pacifying Ruler in front of him flowed with dark light, its power surging, and he shouted loudly.

Ling Zixiao’s figure was tall, her skirt fluttering, and she remained completely unmoved, continuing to form hand seals with an imposing aura.

“Add three high-grade shops.”

Although Patriarch Sima had conceded, his aura was not weak at all, revealing the dignity of a superior.

“Not enough!”

Ling Zixiao’s expression was calm, her aura arrogant and peerless.

Lu Ruyi, Lu Lingxiao, and the others nearby watched with fear and trepidation.

This was a pseudo-Core Formation True Person, high above them.

The other party had already softened, yet their aunt and mother were still so majestic and overbearing, not giving an inch.

However, as Lu Lingxiao watched his mother’s strong, overbearing, and arrogant demeanor, an inexplicable feeling of excitement surged within him, as if a seed was sprouting in his heart.

He felt that a true man should be like this!

“Pseudo-Core Formation True Person, nothing more than this!”

A faint golden light flickered in the depths of Lu Lingxiao’s pupils as he looked at Patriarch Sima in the formation, suddenly feeling that a pseudo-Core Formation True Person was nothing remarkable.

Even a Core Formation True Person or a Nascent Soul True Monarch was just a few levels higher in cultivation.

He would surpass them sooner or later!

Why should he feel that the other party was high above him, feeling fear and awe, just because of their cultivation level?

“It is easy to break the bandits in the mountains, but difficult to break the bandits in the heart!”

Lu Lingxiao muttered to himself, recalling the words his master had said before.

Cultivation is cultivating the heart.

The strength of the mind is sometimes more important than cultivation!

One can be respectful towards high-level cultivators, but not fearful.

As thoughts surged in his mind, Lu Lingxiao even felt a strange stirring in his Dragon Chant Body, causing the Vermilion Bird Heaven Burning Art to circulate.

“You Misty Lake Mountain are insatiable, do you really think you have this old man cornered!”

“Today, this old man will detonate his Core Formation, and no one will have an easy time of it!”

Patriarch Sima knew that the initiative was now in Ling Zixiao’s hands and that he had no bargaining power at all.

His face instantly became ferocious as he roared, a terrifying aura surging from his body, like a blazing red sun.

“Ping’an, be careful!”

Ling Zixiao’s calm and indifferent face changed slightly; she didn’t dare to gamble whether the other party truly intended to detonate his Core Formation.

She immediately formed hand seals, causing the formation to display a sky-covering defensive posture.

At this moment, Lu Ping’an also activated a Rank 3 defensive talisman from his embrace.

“Rank 3 talisman!”

Patriarch Sima’s eyes narrowed slightly upon seeing Lu Ping’an’s action, feeling somewhat regretful.

Then his eyes gleamed with ferocity, causing the dark light-filled ruler in front of him to explode like a dark sun.

He didn’t detonate his pseudo-Core Formation.

Instead, he detonated his magical treasure, the ‘Heaven-Pacifying Ruler’!

How could he, a dignified pseudo-Core Formation True Person, a Patriarch of a region, truly detonate his Core Formation and perish together with a few Foundation Establishment cultivators!?

“Boom boom boom—”

Dazzling and blinding dark light flooded the formation. Faced with this situation, even with a Rank 3 talisman protecting him, Lu Ping’an retreated continuously, summoning a defensive magical artifact.

Ling Zixiao quickly manipulated the formation disk, sealing and suppressing this terrifying power.

Lu Lingxiao, Lu Ruyi, and Zhou Datong nearby also took action, doing their best to block the residual magical power leaking from the formation.

“Woo woo woo—”

“Cough cough cough—”

Even though the residual power was suppressed by Lu Ping’an, Ling Zixiao, Lu Lingxiao, and others, the commotion still caused the merchant caravan’s pack animals and the Lu family disciples to feel their blood and qi surge, their faces turning pale.

“This power is simply terrifying!”

“The person fighting Lu Ping’an is indeed the Sima family’s pseudo-Core Formation Patriarch!”

“A dignified pseudo-Core Formation Patriarch is actually being forced to this extent by the Lu family!”

“The Lu family set up the formation in advance, and also has means like formation arrays. They must have anticipated that the Sima family’s pseudo-Core Formation True Person would come.”

“It seems the Sima Four Elites died at the hands of the Lu family before, otherwise, the Sima family’s pseudo-Core Formation True Person wouldn’t have easily made a move!”

“I didn’t expect this Ling Zixiao to not only know formations but also formation array techniques.”

“The main thing is that Lu Ping’an hid himself too well; his body cultivation can actually directly confront a pseudo-Core Formation True Person!”

The cultivators observing from afar were all inwardly shocked and emotional.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would have hardly believed that Lu Ping’an, who was rumored to only have the combat strength of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, could directly confront a pseudo-Core Formation True Person.

“Boom boom boom—”

At this moment, the formation was riddled with holes by the power of the magical treasure.

“Go!”

Patriarch Sima’s face was pale, his aura weak. He grabbed Sima Tai, who was inside the bronze bell, looked at the shattered formation, and shot out like a divine rainbow.

Although the self-detonation of the magical treasure was astonishingly powerful and successfully broke through the formation.

However, this Heaven-Pacifying Ruler was his lifebound magical treasure.

Now that it had self-detonated, it also severely damaged his vitality and injured his foundation.

“Trying to leave!”

Ling Zixiao, who was currently in charge of the grand formation, immediately signaled the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet to act.

“Buzz!”

In an instant, Patriarch Sima, who had just rushed out of the formation, felt a blunt knife hacking at his mind. His heart trembled violently, and he felt dizzy and disoriented.

“What kind of technique is this again!?”

He didn’t have time to think much, quickly circulating his cultivation method to alleviate the dizziness and disorientation, and continued to flee.

“Rip!”

However, at this moment, Lu Ping’an, his body shimmering with golden light and wearing tattered silver armor, shot towards them like a cannonball, colliding with them.

“Boom!”

Patriarch Sima, whose aura was already weak, staggered under the fierce collision, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Second Uncle, hurry and leave!”

Sima Tai, whose aura was weak and body covered in injuries, gritted his teeth upon seeing this, enduring his injuries to block Lu Ping’an.

He could see that his Patriarch was at the end of his rope.

In this situation, it was probably impossible for both of them to escape together.

If the Patriarch were truly captured by Misty Lake Mountain or died at the hands of the Lu family, it would be a disaster for their family.

So, for the sake of the family, he decided to sacrifice himself to buy time for the Patriarch.

“Alright.”

Patriarch Sima knew he couldn’t be indecisive at this moment. He patted his spirit beast pouch, and the Black Scaled Eagle appeared. He knelt on its back, intending to flee.

However, at this moment.

“Whoosh!”

Not far away, the talisman treasure in Lu Lingxiao’s hand emitted strong magical power fluctuations, and a small jade knife appeared.

“Puff!”

The small jade knife was like an invisible streak of light, shooting out suddenly, piercing through the void, and striking the wing of Patriarch Sima’s Black Scaled Eagle, blood splattering into the sky.

The Black Scaled Eagle let out a mournful cry, nearly falling from the air. It flapped its wings frantically, continuing to fly, but its speed was noticeably slower.

“Damn it!”

Patriarch Sima’s eyes turned crimson as he looked back at Ling Zixiao, filled with killing intent.

He hadn’t expected the other party to have so many means besides formations, formation arrays, and Rank 3 talismans.

She had also injured his spiritual sense and possessed such a top-tier talisman treasure!

“It’s a pity that my husband’s Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet is not convenient to act directly, otherwise, why would it be so troublesome…”

Ling Zixiao’s beautiful eyes calmly and indifferently looked at Patriarch Sima.

Currently, the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet was inside the carriage and could only attack simply through spiritual sense secret techniques.

Moreover, it had to be disguised as an extraordinary treasure technique, which significantly reduced its power.

Otherwise, if it attacked directly, it could completely immerse Patriarch Sima in an illusion.

“Kill!”

Lu Ping’an charged towards Sima Tai, who was blocking his way.

He was also somewhat tired at this moment, his aura disordered.

But Sima Tai’s condition was much worse than his.

With a single punch, Sima Tai’s bronze bell vibrated violently. His pale face instantly turned deathly white, and blood seeped from his seven orifices.

But he still controlled the bronze bell, blocking Lu Ping’an.

He also used some secret technique to suppress his injuries, buying time for his Old Ancestor.

“Swoosh—”

Lu Lingxiao, holding the Jade Blade Talisman Treasure, shot straight up into the sky and charged towards Sima Tai, shouting loudly, “Big Brother, leave this to us! You go chase after that old thief Sima!”

Seeing this, Lu Ruyi and Zhou Datong also surrounded Sima Tai.

“Okay!”

Lu Ping’an looked in the direction of the Sima family’s Old Ancestor and shot out like a golden streak, tearing through layers of air like lightning.

“Ping’an, make a bigger commotion, let as many people see it as possible.”

Ling Zixiao transmitted a message to Lu Ping’an.

After a moment of thought, he transmitted another message to the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet, saying, “Thousand-Face, be careful, follow Ping’an and take a look.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Thousand-Faced Fox Puppet in the carriage silently followed behind Lu Ping’an.

“Damn it!”

Old Ancestor Sima, kneeling on the back of the Black Scale Eagle, had an ugly expression when he saw Lu Ping’an pursuing him.

His palm pulsed with magic power, which he poured into the Black Scale Eagle, causing the spirit beast to shoot forward abruptly.

Seeing this, Lu Ping’an took out a Divine Wind Talisman from his storage bag.

His golden body was instantly surrounded by a cyan vortex, sweeping forward like lightning amidst the roaring air, leaving a long hurricane trail behind him as he rapidly chased after Old Ancestor Sima.

“This, this, this…”

The cultivators from other forces who were watching this scene were all inwardly shocked.

They had never expected that the Sima family’s False Core Old Ancestor would be beaten so miserably.

And now he was being hunted by Lu Ping’an.

One must know that this False Core Old Ancestor had been famous for a long time.

He was not a newly ascended False Core like Jin Zan.

However, regardless of whether they were on good terms with the Sima family or had grievances with Green Lake Mountain, they had no intention of intervening.

This kind of battle was simply beyond their ability to participate.

“Boom!”

Seeing that it was about time, Lu Ping’an’s Black Dragon Halberd appeared in his hand, and he suddenly threw it towards Old Ancestor Sima.

“Swoosh!”

The Black Dragon Halberd was like a coiled flood dragon, baring its fangs and claws, bursting forth with a terrifying might that caused the Black Scale Eagle to shriek and roar, and blood splattered from one of its wings again.

“Damn it.”

Seeing this, Old Ancestor Sima formed hand seals, patted his chest as if suppressing his injuries, put away the Black Scale Eagle, and transformed into a black divine rainbow that shot out.

Lu Ping’an pursued relentlessly.

A few moments later.

Old Ancestor Sima knew his condition couldn’t last much longer.

Fleeing in the sky like this made him a living target, and it was difficult to shake off Lu Ping’an. He immediately plunged down into the mountain range below.

Seeing this, Lu Ping’an chased after him directly.

“Hmm?”

As soon as Lu Ping’an landed, he looked at the lush forest around him but couldn’t sense Old Ancestor Sima’s presence.

He realized the other party had used some secret technique to conceal his figure and aura.

He swept his divine sense around, finding no clues.

“A False Core True Person indeed has many methods…”

Lu Ping’an knew the other party was nearby.

After a moment of thought, he patted his spirit beast bag, and a large golden mouse appeared.

It was the Spirit Seeking Mouse his father, Lu Changsheng, had given him.

“Can you smell this scent?”

Lu Ping’an took out a fragment of the Sky-Leveling Ruler and had the mouse search for Old Ancestor Sima’s aura.

“Squeak squeak squeak—”

The Spirit Seeking Mouse sniffed, then smelled the aura that clung to Lu Ping’an from his fight with Old Ancestor Sima, and cautiously pointed at a large tree ahead.

“Boom!”

Lu Ping’an’s fist glowed golden, and he suddenly punched towards the large tree ahead.

“Bang—”

The large tree exploded, turning into a sky full of sawdust.

A black afterimage suddenly shot up and fled in another direction.

Seeing this, Lu Ping’an continued to pursue.

Just like that, the two played cat and mouse.

Three thousand li south of Nine Peaks Mountain, within the vast mountain range, there was a medium-sized market town called ‘Misty Rain Market’, established by two Foundation Establishment rogue cultivators as a gathering point for rogue cultivators.

Although it was only a medium-sized market town, the two market masters were rogue cultivators by origin and placed great importance on rules and management. Coupled with the many demon beasts that could be hunted in the vast mountains, it was quite popular among rogue cultivators.

“Third Uncle, I heard that this Fangzhu Yan might have a chance to achieve False Core in the future. Is that true?”

On a spirit boat stood an old man and several young men and women.

One of the young girls asked the old man.

“This Fangzhu Yan is indeed exceptionally talented. At the age of one hundred, she has already cultivated to the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, but breaking through to False Core is difficult, difficult, difficult…”

“Even if this Fangzhu Yan can cultivate to the peak of Foundation Establishment before the age of one hundred and fifty, breaking through to False Core requires the aid of a third-order demon core, and how can such a demon core be easily obtained?”

The old man shook his head when he heard this.

“Fangzhu Yan runs such a large market town, earning a fortune every day. Can’t she afford a third-order demon core?”

A young boy said with some surprise.

“Third-order demon cores have a price but no market. They would fetch at least several hundred thousand spirit stones at auction.”

The old man patted the young boy’s head and chuckled, “If they were so easy to obtain, why would there only be six False Core families in our Azure Cloud Territory?”

“Third Uncle, then does Old Ancestor Lu of Green Lake Mountain have a chance to obtain a third-order demon core and break through to False Core?”

“I heard that this Old Ancestor Lu not only cultivates a dual cultivation technique with his dao companion, comparable to a False Core True Person, but is also a second-order talisman master and alchemist.”

The young girl continued to ask.

The name of Green Lake Mountain was now basically known to everyone in the Azure Cloud Territory.

“This Mountain Lord Lu should have a good chance.”

The old man stroked his beard and slowly said, “But a prominent tree in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. Green Lake Mountain has risen too quickly, its momentum is too strong, and now it has established a chamber of commerce. I’m afraid it will be targeted by many families and forces.”

“So, it won’t be easy for this Mountain Lord Lu to break through to False Core either.”

“And it is rumored that this Mountain Lord Lu used all his resources to cultivate the Foundation Establishment cultivators in his family, resulting in a lack of spirit stone resources now, which is why there have been so many big movements recently.”

At his age, he liked to tell his younger generation some of his early experiences and insights into the cultivation world.

“Alright, we’ll be arriving at Misty Rain Market soon. When you attend the auction this time, don’t talk nonsense. If you have any questions, ask me privately.”

The old man looked at the market town in the mountains ahead, where spiritual light flowed, and instructed.

However, just as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a surging and terrifying pressure spreading towards their direction.

He turned his head to look.

He saw a black rainbow light fleeing through the air.

Behind it, a golden light filled with wind and thunder followed closely.

“Rumble!”

The black rainbow light saw the spirit boat and suddenly raised his hand and waved.

Even a simple wave of his hand stirred up a torrent of air that could overturn mountains and seas, causing the spirit boat to become unstable and capsize directly.

“Ah—”

“Third Uncle!”

The cultivators on the spirit boat immediately cried out in alarm.

At this moment, a tall and sturdy young man wearing silver tattered armor appeared in the golden light surging with wind and thunder.

He raised his hand and stabilized the spirit boat. After making the spirit boat stable, he immediately shot out again like a thunderclap, chasing after the black rainbow light.

“Gulp!”

“Gulp…”

The young men and women on the spirit boat, including the old man, were all dry-mouthed and wide-eyed with lingering fear.

“Third Uncle, what happened just now…”

After a moment, a young boy looked at the black rainbow light and the golden light of wind and thunder that had almost disappeared, his face full of confusion.

The old man didn’t speak, his entire body was still in shock.

“That person who held up our spirit boat just now, I think I’ve seen him somewhere…”

A young girl on the spirit boat swallowed her saliva and said.

After a long while, she suddenly exclaimed, “I remember! He seems to be the eldest son of Old Ancestor Lu of Green Lake Mountain, Lu Ping’an!”

These two streaks of light were naturally Old Ancestor Sima and Lu Ping’an.

In terms of escape technique, Old Ancestor Sima was usually far superior to Lu Ping’an.

But now, Old Ancestor Sima had self-destructed his magic tool and was severely injured, which greatly affected his flight.

Although Old Ancestor Sima used various methods along the way to shake off Lu Ping’an.

Lu Ping’an was always able to find him through other means.

In addition to the Spirit Seeking Mouse, he also had a second-order flying beast—the Silver-Winged Golden Light Falcon, and several types of talismans.

Under these circumstances, Old Ancestor Sima’s injuries also became more and more serious, and he could no longer suppress them with secret methods.

Even if he escaped back to his family now, he didn’t know how many heavenly materials and earthly treasures it would take to fully recover.

The most serious thing was that his core, after self-destructing his Natal Magic Tool, and then forcefully activating his magic power and using secret techniques, had developed slight cracks.

“Boom boom boom!”

Lu Ping’an pursued relentlessly, occasionally launching a second-order low-grade talisman towards Old Ancestor Sima.

Although a second-order low-grade talisman could not cause damage to a False Core True Person like Old Ancestor Sima.

But the situation was different now.

“Damn it!”

Feeling the stinging pain from his body, meridians, dantian, and False Core, Old Ancestor Sima’s face, as pale as paper, showed anxiety.

He knew that if this continued, his core might really rupture.

Once the core ruptured, the chaotic and violent demon power inside would rush out. Even if he didn’t die, he would be crippled.

“Fellow Daoist Lu, you are also not lightly injured now. Continuing to pursue will not do you any good. Why not stop here.”

“As long as you let this Old Ancestor go, I am still willing to make a Dao Heart Oath…”

Old Ancestor Sima had now put aside his dignity and begged for mercy, hoping Lu Ping’an would stop.

Lu Ping’an turned a deaf ear to these words.

If it weren’t for his aunt’s instructions to make a bigger commotion, he could have suppressed Old Ancestor Sima long ago through talismans and the Silver-Winged Golden Light Falcon.

There was no need to chase for so long.

“It’s about time.”

At this moment, Lu Ping’an saw a market town covered in spiritual light in the distance, like a small town, and thought to himself.

As the saying goes, delay breeds trouble.

If he delayed too long, and the Sima family sent more people, or their allies appeared, it would be very troublesome.

“Boom!”

Lu Ping’an’s golden light surged into the sky, and wind and thunder permeated his body. He suddenly closed in on Old Ancestor Sima, and his golden fist slammed down like a divine demon beating a drum, stirring up layers of air currents.

“Pfft!”

Old Ancestor Sima, wrapped in black ghostly light, immediately spat out blood and fell from the air.

“This is a False Core True Person!”

“False Cores are fighting, quickly activate the formation!”

At this moment, this kind of battle and the commotion of magic power also caused many people in Misty Rain Market to look up at the sky.

Fangzhu Yan of the market town sensed these two auras and quickly fully activated the great formation, covering the market town.

He was afraid that this kind of battle would affect his market town.

After all, when immortals fight, mortals suffer.

If two False Core cultivators fought in their market town, the market town would be half-crippled and wouldn’t recover for decades.

“This True Person is from the Sima Family of Black Tortoise Ridge, Sima Tong. If Fellow Daoists in the market town activate the formation to help this True Person resolve this crisis, my Sima Family will certainly offer generous rewards afterwards!”

Now facing a life-or-death crisis, Old Ancestor Sima didn’t care about his dignity and shouted loudly for help towards Misty Rain Market.

Even if the market town couldn’t stop Lu Ping’an, he could use the opportunity to shake off the other party.

“Sima Family of Black Tortoise Ridge!?”

“Sima Tong, is this person the Sima family’s False Core Old Ancestor?”

“Who is this person, who can chase the Sima family’s False Core Old Ancestor to such an extent!”

Eighty percent of the cultivators in Misty Rain Market were rogue cultivators.

Even if they didn’t have much experience, they had heard of the Sima Family of Black Tortoise Ridge.

Hearing this, they all exclaimed and discussed animatedly.

“This is a grievance between my Green Lake Mountain and the Sima Family. Please do not interfere.”

Although Lu Ping’an’s aura was disordered, his momentum was still surging, his voice was strong and full of vigor.

“Green Lake Mountain Lu Family?”

“What, this person is actually from the Green Lake Mountain Lu Family?”

“When did the Lu family have such a powerful cultivator, who can beat the Sima family’s False Core Old Ancestor like this!”

The cultivators in the market town exclaimed again when they heard Lu Ping’an’s words.

Although the name of Green Lake Mountain Lu Family was not as famous as the Sima Family of Black Tortoise Ridge.

The names of Mountain Lord Lu Changsheng and Lu Miaoge were also well-known in the Azure Cloud Territory.

Many rogue cultivators regarded Lu Changsheng as their goal.

“Black Tortoise Ridge, Green Lake Mountain…”

On Misty Rain Peak, Fangzhu Yan looked at the situation outside and muttered to herself.

She had originally thought that if it was a grievance between an evil cultivator and the Sima family, and she helped, she might gain an opportunity.

But hearing this, she immediately decided to give up.

After all, intervening in such a family grievance would be seeking death for their small market town.

“This Old Ancestor Sima must not die in my Misty Rain Market, otherwise if the Sima family comes and blames us for not saving him, we’ll be in trouble!”

Fangzhu Yu looked at the commotion outside, a hint of nervousness on her face.

However, fortunately, both of them were in poor condition.

The old man who called himself the Sima family’s Old Ancestor was quickly unable to resist under the attacks of the tall young man whose body glowed with golden light, and was then bound by a rope magic tool.

The young man did not stay long. After using several methods on the old man, he took the other party and left directly on a flying beast.