The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 90 - 74 A Decisive Battle (10 consecutive updates upon listing 2)_2

Luo You was momentarily at a loss for words, chiding himself internally. A mature Bear Demon could be worth tens of thousands of taels, but that includes its skin, meat, bear bile, and inner core. He hadn’t expected the Loose Cultivator’s Poison Sword to be so potent that it completely devalued the bear. Had he known, he wouldn’t have gambled with such a precious Bright Pearl!

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he couldn’t simply break the agreement, so he just snorted heavily and turned around to respectfully say: "Please, Master Huo, lend us a hand." He wasn’t foolish either; the Cloud Tiger Trading Team had lost only one man in subduing the Bear Demon, and everyone in the camp seemed healthy, evidently only suffering light injuries at most, which meant their overall strength shouldn’t be underestimated. Since it was a duel, it was necessary to invite the most powerful hitman for a chance to win.

The crowd parted slightly, and a middle-aged man walked out from behind. This man had delicate and elongated facial features, high cheekbones, and slightly dark skin. Even in this wilderness, he still wore a high-crowned wide robe, dressed like a Cultivator. The Cloud Tiger Trading Team was oblivious, but the members of Hu Hang Trading Company looked on with respect. He was the Loose Cultivator who had injured the Bear Demon, and had the deacon’s son not suddenly fainted, the demon wouldn’t have been able to escape his grasp no matter what.

Cultivator? The entire Cloud Tiger Trading Team’s expression changed. Facing a Cultivator in combat was like playing an online game where the opponent suddenly turned on a cheat mode, even more unbeatable than the Golden Finger—it was a surefire way to get utterly crushed! No wonder Luo You dared to wager the valuable Bright Pearl, convinced that he wouldn’t lose. Immediately, several hot-tempered men began cursing loudly.

What good words could these rough men possibly spit out while cursing? Naturally, they hurled all kinds of insults, light ones like cursing generations of ancestors. Ning Xiaoxian, who considered herself to be open-minded and fashion-forward, couldn’t help but blush upon hearing a few utterances. At that moment, the Cultivator’s eyes flashed, and the Longsword he was carrying chimed loudly, forcibly suppressing the foul language.

However, Deng Hao’s expression barely changed. The Wolf Caravan was notorious, and this Mr. Luo right in front of him was practically the living spokesperson. Even if someone told him that the people from this merchant team had once masqueraded as bandits, he wouldn’t be surprised. After mulling it over for a moment, under Luo You’s impatient urging, he spoke in a low voice: "Whistle, it’s your turn to fight this one."

The members of the Wolf Caravan immediately began to sympathetically search the opposite crowd for that unfortunate soul. In their eyes, his words just signed that person’s death sentence. But then, a figure jumped down from the treetops and slowly walked over. This person was medium-built with an ordinary face, walking on fallen leaves which rustled underfoot, completely nondescript from head to toe. "Could it be that this team leader is resigning to his fate, thinking that since they can’t win, might as well send someone useless to die?"

But True Master Huo’s expression subtly changed. There had been a person hiding in the trees from the start, and he had remained completely unaware; it seemed this mortal also had some tricks up his sleeve.

Whistle slowly made his way through the crowd. Passing by Ning Xiaoxian, he suddenly felt something pushed into his palm—a few grains and a small bottle—and then, taking advantage of the bustling discussion around, this sprightly girl quickly and softly whispered in his ear: "The medicine takes effect fifty breaths after ingestion, providing poison resistance for two hours; the poison in the bottle can be applied to weapons." To avoid the Cultivator noticing, her voice was extremely low, but Whistle’s hearing was excellent, and he caught every single word clearly.

This girl is truly not simple! He had witnessed Ning Xiaoxian treating He Xiaojiu yesterday, knowing that those grains were definitely the highly effective Quhuang Powder and Antidote. By extension, the poison contained in the small bottle must also be remarkable.

A flicker of joy passed through Whistle’s eyes, though his face remained expressionless. Only he knew that with these items, he could at least stand on invincible ground, and even his chances of winning had substantially increased.

He walked into the ring unhurriedly. By this time, a space had been cleared in the center of the camp, with the fire pit and large pot already moved aside. Almost everyone had their full attention on the upcoming duel, only Mr. Yan took advantage of the diversion to fetch another bowl of soup.

As Whistle took his position, the Cultivator straightened his hair crown and adjusted his robe, then said: "Please!"

No sooner had the word left his mouth, Whistle lunged forward, wrists flicking to reveal a pair of Daggers, greeting True Master Huo’s abdomen and throat. The latter retreated while simultaneously slapping the Sword Box on his back, formed a Sword technique with his fingers, and lightly shouted "Go!" At that, the Longsword inside the box chimed lightly, sprung out, and slashed towards Whistle.

Ning Xiaoxian had seen this move before. When Quan Shifang was executing Afu, he used this Flying Sword Defensive Technique. However, she had inquired afterward and knew that this technique could only be used after reaching the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment. Even when Shi Jishan fought the Bat King, he could only wield his master’s gifted treasure sword to hack and stab but did not possess Quan Shifang’s skill of maneuvering the treasure sword as if directing his own limbs.

She cursed inwardly: The Wolf Caravan actually solicited a Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator to duel with mortals! Truly shameless to the extreme. This Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator also lacked self-respect, actually willing to duel with mortals, equally devoid of any limits or bottom lines.

With a strong twist of his waist, Whistle managed to evade the strike. In a battle with a Cultivator, he couldn’t merely rely on small, subtle movements like before, for these treasure swords turned Magic Artifacts often emitted sword beams that were incredibly sharp, measuring inches in length.(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets, Monthly Tickets at qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)