A 4th-level demonic beast was equivalent to Wu Xiu, who was at the lower 3 levels of the Arterial Circulation Realm. This Violet Thunder Condor was considered one of the more powerful Astral Beasts. Its strength was comparable to a 3rd level Arterial Circulation Realm cultivator, and in addition to its ability to fly, it was extremely difficult to deal with.
Above the Void Ancient Tree, purple lightning flashed, making crackling sounds. The strands of lightning spread down along the ancient tree, and a cracking sound came out. A huge ancient tree directly exploded, and the brilliance of the lightning continued to flow.
Qin Wentian and the rest inclined their heads, only to see a gigantic Violet Thunder Condor hovering above their heads. Its baleful eyes flickered with lightning, treating the three of them as its prey.
"Chi, chi …" A bolt of lightning as thick as an arm shot down from the skies, heading straight for the location where Qin Wentian and the rest were standing.
The countenances of Qin Wentian and the rest froze. Their bodies were as swift as the wind, instantly retreating in three different directions. With a thunderous boom, the place they were standing at earlier was blasted apart, leaving behind a huge crater. The tyrannical force of the explosion blasted against their bodies, bringing with it a piercing pain.
"Boss, you attract the attacks." Qin Wentian's attacks were the strongest, and he was able to defend against the lightning attacks of the Violet Thunder Condor.
"Good sense of brotherhood." Qin Wentian cursed in a low voice. His entire body was covered in dust, and he turned his gaze towards the skies. Abruptly, another bolt of lightning blasted down. Qin Wentian's footwork was extremely exquisite, and in an instant, his body was like a willow catkin, drifting through the air. The bolt of lightning blasted directly in front of him, yet it didn't manage to touch him in the slightest.
"Vile creature, come at me." This was the first time Qin Wentian executed the Garuda Movement Technique in a real battle, as he roared at the Violet Thunder Condor in the skies.
The Violet Thunder Condor's eyes gleamed with a ferocious light, as it continuously spat out bolts of lightning.
"F * ck." Fatty was extremely loyal as he turned and fled, leaping onto an ancient tree. Qin Wentian executed the Garuda's Nine Movements to the extreme, and the lightning bolts that came crashing down only grazed past his body, yet they were unable to hit him.
"Evil creature, continue." Qin Wentian roared in an arrogant manner. The Purple Thunder Condor was getting angrier and angrier. While circling in the air, it let out a shrill screech and swooped down towards Qin Wentian like a bolt of lightning.
Bolts of lightning struck down in a frenzy, intending to bury Qin Wentian's body within.
"So fierce." Fan Le, who was on a nearby ancient tree, observed a moment of silence for Qin Wentian in his heart as he watched this scene unfold before him. The area where Qin Wentian had been buried was filled with dust, yet the Violet Thunder Condor still refused to give up. It continued swooping down, wanting to devour Qin Wentian's flesh and blood.
Amidst the dust, Qin Wentian was in an extremely sorry state. However, at this moment, a cold glint of light flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he was extremely calm, and the Divine Energy in his body frenziedly surged towards his arms.
Rumbling sounds rang out as the Revolving Sea Imprint, which was formed from Divine Energy, erupted forth. The space around him was filled with a terrifying explosion, and at this moment, Fan Le's nine arrows shot out simultaneously, transforming into streaks of golden lightning.
The Purple Thunder Condor soared into the sky, accompanied by a shrill cry. However, the nine arrows pierced his body with a terrifying force, and the tyrannical force made it impossible for him to fly up.
"DIE!" Yet another Revolving Sea Imprint erupted forth, as the Violet Thunder Condor screeched in agony. His wings flapped weakly as his body plummeted downwards, emitting a thunderous sound.
The dust gradually dissipated, and Fan Le leaped down from the tree. Upon seeing the dust-covered Qin Wentian, he couldn't help but praise, "Too handsome."
"Scram." Qin Wentian swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, causing dust to enter his mouth. Staring at the Violet Thunder Condor on the ground, he sighed in a depressed manner, "Using yourself as bait to hunt demonic beasts is truly not an easy task."
"Other than using such a method, do you still have the ability to fly? Sadly, that Little Rascal isn't a flying-type demonic beast." Fan Le glanced at Little Rascal who was standing beside him. Little Rascal stood up on its hind legs, glaring at Fan Le in an extremely adorable manner.
"You are already very powerful. If I were to encounter a demonic beast of that level, I'm afraid I would only die." Zhao Yi walked over, feeling depressed in his heart. The disparity between them was too great.
"Seems like I don't even need to temper myself when I'm together with you guys."
"Don't worry, if we encounter any demonic beasts on the ground, I'll leave them all to you." Qin Wentian laughed. After which, he used his dagger to split open the skull of the Purple Thunder Condor and extracted a demonic core. This palm-sized demonic core emanated a terrifying amount of lightning energy. This was the demonic core of a 4th grade demonic beast, and to cultivators who cultivated the Lightning Attribute, it was extremely valuable.
"The demonic core of the flying-type demonic beast will belong to me, and the two of you will belong to the two of you. How about it?" Qin Wentian spoke to Fan Le and Zhao Yi. Fan Le naturally wouldn't compete with Qin Wentian, while Zhao Yi was merely a spectator when facing off against the flying-type demonic beast. He didn't have the qualifications to compete with Qin Wentian.
Qin Wentian kept the demonic core and stretched out his palms. An imprint appeared in the center of his palms, emitting a tyrannical suction force that directly imprinted itself onto the body of the Violet Thunder Condor. Strands of white light floated into Qin Wentian's palms, transforming into the Shadow of the Violet Thunder Condor. The Shadow of the Violet Thunder Condor was absorbed into Qin Wentian's palms, before entering Qin Wentian's body.
"Demonic beasts have spiritual bodies, and possess demonic spirits. The cultivation art I cultivate allows me to devour demonic spirits for my cultivation, and with the assistance of the demonic core, it would be even better." Qin Wentian smiled at the two of them. It wasn't an easy task to cultivate the Garuda Movement Technique.
"What a waste of this body. If I could bring it back to the outside world, I would be able to sell it for a good price." After the three of them left, Zhao Yi cast a glance at the gigantic body of the Violet Thunder Condor. The entire body of a powerful demonic beast was a treasure.
They continued deeper into the Dark Forest. Whenever they encountered a demonic beast, Qin Wentian and Fan Le would leave it to Zhao Yi to handle. They wouldn't lend a hand unless they were in dire straits.
After a month, their entire bodies were covered in dirt. However, their demeanor seemed to have undergone some changes. Their eyes were sharper than before, and their strength had also improved.
After much difficulty, they finally found a lake. The three of them were like hungry wolves as they dived into the lake, washing off the dirt on their bodies. After which, they set up a fire by the lakeside to dry their clothes.
Bare-Chested, Qin Wentian sat beneath a tree, cultivating. In his hands was a demonic core, and he unceasingly absorbed the energy within it. On his back, traces of imprints could be seen, transforming into a magnificent diagram that resembled a pair of wings. At the same time, the essence of the demonic core spread throughout his four limbs and bones. Qin Wentian could clearly feel that his body had become lighter.
As he continued to absorb the essence of the demonic beasts, he discovered that the effects of the Garuda Movement Technique were gradually manifesting.
"Wu wu … …" At this moment, Qin Wentian saw Little Rascal sprinting over from afar, circling around Qin Wentian. Qin Wentian's countenance stiffened as he asked, "You want me to go with you?"
Upon hearing that, Little Rascal turned and sped away. Upon seeing this, a strange light flashed in Qin Wentian's eyes as he commanded, "Fatty, Zhao Yi, let's move out."
After speaking, he draped his clothes over his shoulders and followed after Little Rascal. Fan Le and Zhao Yi had their hearts filled with suspicion, but they still followed after them.
Little Rascal's speed got faster and faster. Qin Wentian and the rest started to run, and soon after, they discovered that Little Rascal had brought them to a valley. The terrain here was extremely steep, and there were many rarely seen trees.
"There's someone fighting." Qin Wentian and Fan Le exchanged glances. Little Rascal brought them up a slope, and when they arrived at the top, their gazes fell onto the valley below. The pupils of Qin Wentian and the rest involuntarily narrowed.
"Azure Qilin Python."
At the bottom of the slope, there were actually many gigantic python demons. Qin Wentian had once encountered these Azure Qilin Pythons in the Dark Forest.
The strength of these Azure Qilin Pythons was extremely terrifying. Especially one of the gigantic pythons that was coiled around a strange ancient tree. Its head was tilted upwards as it spat out poisonous mist. Many wounds could be seen on its gigantic body.
At this moment, there was a group of people fighting against the Azure Qilin Pythons.
"People from the Emperor Star Academy." Zhao Yi's countenance was filled with shock when he saw these people. The majority of these Wu Xiu's cultivation bases were at the 3rd or 4th level of Arterial Circulation, and their ages were around 17 to 18 years old. All of them released their Astral Souls, indicating that they were all Stellar Martial Cultivators.
"Are you acquainted with them?" Qin Wentian asked Zhao Yi who was standing beside him.
"That person's name is Logan, a student of the Emperor Star Academy. I've seen him before." Zhao Yi pointed to one of them as he spoke. The aura emitted by that person was at the peak of the 4th level of Arterial Circulation.
"They're fighting over the fruits on that ancient tree." Fan Le's eyes narrowed as he stared at the tree guarded by the largest Azure Qilin Python. There were several vermilion fruits on the tree, so red that it looked as though they were about to drip blood.
"Strange flowers and fruits would definitely be guarded by demonic beasts. Seems like the saying is true. What fruit is this?" Qin Wentian asked Fan Le, as he unconsciously glanced at Little Rascal. Little Rascal actually knew to bring them here.
"Blood Ember Fruit. This kind of fruit has a miraculous effect on Wu Xiu at the Arterial Circulation Realm. It's able to help Arterial Circulation Realm cultivators break through to the next level. Not only that, it can also be used by an alchemist to concoct a Blood Ember Pill, which would have an even stronger effect." Fan Le explained in a low voice, causing a fiery light to flash in Qin Wentian's eyes.
At the Arterial Circulation Realm, one had to constantly use Astral Energy to temper their Arterial Circulation Pathways, stimulating their Arterial Circulation Acupoints, causing their Arterial Circulation Pathways to expand unceasingly, allowing the body to store more Astral Energy, allowing the circulation of Astral Energy to become smoother. This Blood Ember Fruit could aid Arterial Circulation Realm cultivators in breaking through to the next level. No wonder these people were so crazy about it.
However, Logan and the rest were currently in a disadvantageous position.
"Blood Ember Fruit." A fiery light flickered in Qin Wentian's eyes as he stared at the vermilion fruit. Currently, he desperately needed to raise his strength. There were too many things waiting for him to do!
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