Chapter 291 297: Faking Death

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As for those families wanting to cling to this land and not leave in the future? That would depend on whether they had the strength to do so. Besides, the Li family was not without compassion, whether it was this migration or the next move, they would offer a certain compensation. In addition to that, the Li family would also construct a large Immortal City above, attracting nearby Loose Cultivators to enter, which would not only earn Spirit Stones but also counterbalance those smaller forces. "Leave this matter to me," Li Zhirui spoke up, "But before that, we need to drive off the disciples of the Yuanming Sect from the mountain." In fact, there were not many cultivators left on Yuanming Mountain now, and their strength was very weak, as the Yuanming Sect had arranged for a large number of elite disciples to leave in secret to preserve their lineage. The cultivators that remained in the mountain were almost all in the early to mid Qi Cultivation stages, and those with a bit of strength knew the moment Mingling fell that the Yuanming Sect was about to collapse. After looting a large number of Spiritual Objects, they left quietly. "I will personally take care of driving those cultivators away. Cheng Mo, you arrange for our clan members to notify all forces in both Yunping State and Guangqing State to arrive at Yuanming Mountain in ten days." Li Zhirui made such arrangements because he was worried that Mingling might have faked his death and set up an ambush to decimate the Li family's cultivators on Yuanming Mountain. If he brought too many clan members, he would not be able to protect everyone in case of danger. "Understood!" Li Chengmo's eyes narrowed slightly, immediately understanding Li Zhirui's concerns, but he did not say much. First, the family lacked the strength to help, and second, he believed that with Li Zhirui's strength, even in danger, he could protect himself and escape. After everyone had left, Li Shilian expressed his concerns, "Zhirui, wouldn't it be better if I went with you? We could look out for each other." "Elder Lian, you should stay and oversee the family. What if Mingling faked his death and this whole setup is just to lure the tiger away from the mountain?" Li Zhirui shook his head. In fact, it was clear from the Yuanming Sect's decision to split in two for self-preservation, and Mingling, a Middle Golden Core Stage real person, not leaving with them, that he held a deep grudge against the Li family! Furthermore, the Li family knew little about the battlefield situation, as a fourth-order Great Devil had suddenly appeared, and countless cultivators had perished on the spot; the scene was extremely chaotic, and they were too busy fleeing. By the time they heard about Mingling's fall and tried to inquire, a long time had passed. How could they find out anything then? "You make a good point." Hearing this, Li Shilian could only sigh and said, "Just be careful, then!" "Don't worry, I will take Da Qing with me," Li Zhirui nodded. He valued his own life very much and would not walk into a potentially ambushed place without any preparation. When many cultivators of the Li family began to take action, Li Zhirui, along with Da Qing, quietly ascended Yuanming Mountain. His vast Divine Sense spread out silently, probing the situation in the mountain. After half an hour, Li Zhirui had not detected anything amiss. 'It seems that Mingling really has fallen?' Li Zhirui's mind was flooded with thoughts, and after a moment of consideration, he revealed his figure. His overwhelming pressure engulfed the entire mountain, and the sound of thunder reverberated in the sky. "Henceforth, this land shall belong to the Li family. I give you one hour to leave this place!" All the cultivators hearing these words saw their slim hopes vanish like smoke. Despite their hearts filled with sorrow and desolation, none dared to question a Golden Core real person and had to honestly pack up their Spiritual Objects and silently walk down the mountain. Meanwhile, Mingling, who was hiding in a specially constructed space capable of avoiding divine sense searches, seeing that Li Zhirui was reluctant to descend and had come alone, knew that the other party was still suspicious of his death. But he could not wait any longer! During that great battle, he was fortunate enough to escape from the claws of a fourth-order Great Devil. Unfortunately, he was merely hit by the aftershocks and was heavily injured on the spot. If not for the hatred fuelling his clarity and allowing him to use a Secret Technique to flee, he would have long since perished in the Great Void Province. But the result was that his already heavily injured body became shattered and his foundations were damaged, not to mention that he didn't have long to live! Now, he wanted to take advantage of the remnants of his fighting strength to fake his death and set a trap, hoping to kill some of the Li family's cultivators and vent the anger in his heart. Regrettably, the only one who came was the cautious Li Zhirui! Hum—— A humming sound suddenly rose, and the Spirit Light intertwined to form a Formation in the blink of an eye. "You really aren't dead!" Li Zhirui's gaze sharpened, and he thought to himself how fortunate he was. He was glad he hadn't brought other clan members with him and even more relieved that he hadn't descended yet. "Since you've set a trap with a feigned death, let me send you to your death today!" There was full intent to kill in Li Zhirui's voice, and his attack was incredibly sharp. There was no need to speak of the long-standing feuds and entanglements between the two families. Even aside from that, considering future development, the relationship between the two was never going to be good. After all, whether it was Wanxian Island or Yunping State, both were too small to accommodate a second great power! The Water-Wood Divine Light soared into the sky, turning into a dragon and a phoenix that crashed towards the Formation. "Hmph!" A cold snort suddenly resounded, and with a flicker of Spirit Light, Li Zhirui's attack was easily blocked. He glared at Li Zhirui, full of hatred, "Who will die today, that remains to be seen!" On the surface, Mingling was at the Middle Golden Core Stage, while Li Zhirui was only at the early Golden Core Stage. His cultivation level was not as high as the opponent's, but often, cultivation level doesn't correlate directly with combat power! If there was a gap of a major realm, in terms of Mana, both in quality and quantity, the disparity was far too great, which is why it is rare for someone to overcome an opponent from a higher major realm. If that did happen, needless to say, they would either be a core member of a top-tier power or a genius rarely seen in a lifetime! However, if it's a gap of only a minor realm, the difference in strength between the two isn't that great, and it isn't impossible for the weaker one to win without fighting. Especially now, with Mingling gravely injured! His ability to fight Li Zhizhun came from Spirit Pills and preparations made in advance, such as sealing his meridians and ingesting powerful medicine. But the longer the fight dragged on, the worse his condition became. If this trend continued, he might collapse of his own accord without Li Zhirui even having to lift a finger. "Is that so? That person is destined to be you!" Li Zhirui spoke disdainfully, not believing for a moment that he would lose. Mana from the Golden Core poured out, and Dragons soared into the sky. The two largest ones seemed to possess intelligence, coiling around Li Zhirui as a defense. The Dragons roared towards Mingling, aiming to tear him to shreds. Though Mingling was on the brink of death, perhaps due to a last burst of energy, he managed to exert seven to eight tenths of his original fighting power. Seeing himself surrounded by the Dragons, he immediately brought out a furnace. With just a gentle shake, the Dragons, like swallows returning to their nests, entered the furnace one after another.

Chapter 291 297: Faking Death

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