The Demon Eye of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality

Chapter 10 Thrilling

On the morning of the third day, the three finally arrived at the entrance in the northeast corner of the central area.

As they approached, they saw a burly, fierce-looking man from Spirit Beast Mountain standing outside the bronze gate. Han Yunzhi immediately whispered, "It's Zhong Wu!"

Zhong Wu caught sight of the three people, his eyes suddenly darkened, and without saying a word, he raised his hand and released two azure-scaled pythons.

The python was exceptionally thick, its scales gleaming with a cold, bluish light. With its gaping maw, it lunged straight at the three of them.

Mu Chunfeng and Han Li reacted extremely quickly, each of them immediately intercepting a green-scaled python and simultaneously unleashing their magical weapons: Mu Chunfeng wielded the Li Huo Sword, its light surging as it pierced the python's eyes; Han Li, on the other hand, manipulated the Golden Fuzi Mother-Child Blade, its blades weaving into a net that tightly bound the python's body.

In a short while, the two blue-scaled pythons were killed by the two men, their corpses crashing heavily to the ground, completely lifeless.

Seeing his spirit python slain, Zhongwu's expression grew even more sinister. He stared intently at the two men and said in a fierce tone, "You two have quite the nerve. You killed my spirit python and still dare to stand here and chat with me."

Han Yunzhi quickly stepped forward, her tone pleading, "Senior brother, please be merciful and let us pass. The spiritual herbs I need are not here. All the spiritual herbs here can belong to Senior Brother Zhong."

"Stop with the nonsense!" Zhong Wu roared angrily. "If you've got the guts, come and have a go!"

The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense, with swords drawn.

Seeing this, Mu Chunfeng quietly took half a step back, looking completely unwilling to get involved.

Helpless, Han Li could only step forward to confront Zhong Wu. The two exchanged barbs, their eyes locked in a fierce battle, and remained locked in a stalemate, much like a two-person comedy act.

Just then, Zhongwu's gaze inadvertently swept over Han Li's feet, catching sight of the boots that shimmered with spiritual light. He immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Cloud-Stepping Boots!"

The moment he finished speaking, the fierce look on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle expression. He quickly waved his hands and said, "Hey, wait! Wait a minute! What this junior sister said makes sense. It's fate that we've met. Who knows, we might even be able to help each other out in the future!"

Subsequently, Zhongwu softened his tone and negotiated with Han Li, eventually agreeing to exchange maps and share information about the forbidden area.

Mu Chunfeng stood aside, and while the two were negotiating and Han Li was unfolding the map of the Spirit Beast Mountain, he had already memorized all the details of the map and was secretly planning the next route.

Only after the two sides exchanged maps did Zhongwu, with a beaming smile, step aside and let the three of them enter the bronze gate.

Upon entering the central area, Mu Chunfeng immediately bid farewell to Han Li and Han Yunzhi.

He only managed to collect a few spiritual herbs this time. The Blood Forbidden Land was open for a limited time, and the mission was urgent. He didn't want to get involved in the disputes in the stone hall, nor did he want to waste time. He just wanted to seize every opportunity to collect spiritual herbs, gather enough as soon as possible, and obtain the status of Li Huayuan's disciple.

Mu Chunfeng took out his map and carefully compared it with the map information he had obtained from Huadaowu, Yanyue Sect, Tianque Fortress and Spirit Beast Mountain. He then selected an area marked with the densest concentration of spiritual herbs, and with a flash, he sped away.

Over the next two days, Mu Chunfeng traveled around, specifically choosing areas with a high concentration of spiritual herbs, and picked more than a dozen more of them.

On the fourth night after the Bloodstained Forbidden Land opened, he found a secluded cave, lit a campfire, and sat cross-legged on the ground to take stock of his gains.

Looking at the magical artifacts, spirit stones, and spiritual herbs piled up in his storage bag, Mu Chunfeng felt slightly satisfied—this trip to the forbidden area had finally been a successful mission, and he had collected twenty-two spiritual herbs alone, enough to complete his original plan.

"It's still the most comfortable way to develop quietly without competing or fighting."

He muttered something to himself, then casually took out a book called "One Hundred Explanations of Advanced Talismans" from his storage bag. By the dim light of the campfire, he slowly began to read it, gradually immersing himself in the study of talismans.

After an unknown amount of time, Mu Chunfeng was still engrossed in his book when he suddenly heard the faint sounds of fierce fighting coming from outside the cave, interspersed with an angry roar that pierced through the night: "You treacherous villains of the demonic path, how dare you infiltrate the Crimson Forbidden Land and harm the disciples of my seven sects!"

"What?"

Mu Chunfeng felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately closed the book, extinguished the campfire with a flick of his fingertips, and then spread his divine sense like an invisible net, carefully investigating the surrounding movements.

On an open ground a hundred meters away, six cultivators dressed in the robes of the Spirit Beast Mountain were frantically attacking two disciples of the Qingxu Sect. On the ground lay the corpse of a Qingxu Sect disciple, covered in blood and lifeless, the blood soaking the ground, a horrifying sight.

What's even more chilling is that the six disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain all wielded dark, menacing magical artifacts, their demonic energy surging, their moves ruthless and decisive. The battle was closing in on the cave where he was hiding, their killing intent palpable.

"No, we absolutely cannot let them find out!"

Mu Chunfeng dared not delay for even a moment. He moved swiftly and silently out of the cave, preparing to activate his magical artifact to escape.

Although he knew that the Demonic Path had sent spies to infiltrate the forbidden area, he only wanted to wait peacefully until the forbidden area closed and leave, and he didn't want to get involved in these trivial disputes at all.

But just as he stepped out of the cave and took out the Azure Leaf magic weapon from his storage bag, the battle in the distance was already approaching. Even without using his divine sense, he could clearly see the six figures wrapped in demonic energy with his naked eye.

Among the six disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain, one of them caught a glimpse of Mu Chunfeng in front of the cave out of the corner of his eye. He immediately shouted sharply, his voice filled with chilling coldness: "Quickly deal with these two! There's also that kid from Yellow Maple Valley over there. We absolutely cannot let him get away, lest word gets out!"

Before the words were finished, six beams of pitch-black blood light suddenly surged, and the six men unleashed their full power, slashing down fiercely with their demonic blades.

The two Qingxu Sect disciples were already at their limit and couldn't resist at all. They were instantly cut into several pieces, blood splattering everywhere, and they were completely lifeless.

Without wasting a moment, the six of them took out their flying magical artifacts—all black bone kites shrouded in demonic energy—and with a flash, they chased after Mu Chunfeng.

Mu Chunfeng felt a sense of foreboding. At this moment, he was fully activating the Azure Leaf magic artifact beneath his feet, flying away into the distance.

However, this Green Leaf magic weapon was a low-grade item. Even if he activated it with all his might, his speed was as slow as a snail compared to the pursuing cultivators. Every few dozen meters he flew, he felt extremely frustrated.

"Damn it, this Green Leaf magic artifact is so useless!"

Mu Chunfeng was secretly annoyed. He had planned to find a better flying magic weapon after he reached the Foundation Establishment stage, but he didn't expect to be chased by someone even in the Qi Refining stage.

As the six people behind him drew ever closer, the surging demonic energy almost engulfing his back, and the shrieking of the Black Bone Kite grew ever clearer.

Mu Chunfeng knew that if he continued to run away, he would be caught sooner or later, and he would be completely put on the defensive.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he made a decisive move, manipulating the Azure Leaf magic weapon to swoop down towards an open plain below—this place was unobstructed, allowing his talismans to unleash their full power without worrying about being hindered by trees.

"If you can't avoid it, then fight!"

Mu Chunfeng gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

The moment his body landed, Mu Chunfeng tapped the ground with his feet, took several steps back, and stood firmly on his feet. His spiritual energy instantly began to circulate at full speed.

He slapped his storage bag with his backhand, and the Xuanjin Shield instantly flew out, spinning rapidly around him. Its spiritual light surged, forming an impenetrable defensive barrier that emitted a series of buzzing sounds. Above his head, the Li Huo Sword soared into the air, its crimson spiritual light burning fiercely. Its sword cry was clear and melodious, radiating a blazing inferno, and it was ready to unleash its power. With a flick of his left hand, he tightly grasped sixty mid-grade talismans, his fingertips swirling with spiritual energy. The surfaces of the talismans faintly glowed, ready to be activated at any moment.

It wasn't that he didn't want to use more magical artifacts, but top-tier magical artifacts consumed too much mana and spiritual energy. With his current cultivation level, controlling multiple artifacts at the same time would be putting the cart before the horse. He could only focus on talismans and commonly used magical artifacts.

Almost at the same time he was ready, six disciples from Spirit Beast Mountain landed on their black bone kites, forming a hexagonal circle around Mu Chunfeng. Their demonic energy surged, their eyes were as sinister as venomous snakes, and their blood-red demonic blades gleamed with chilling killing intent. They pressed forward step by step, completely blocking all of Mu Chunfeng's escape routes.

"That brat from Yellow Maple Valley does have some guts; he actually dared to stop and face his death!"

The leader sneered, his tone full of disdain, and slightly raised the demonic blade in his hand, his demonic aura growing stronger.

Mu Chunfeng was too lazy to waste words with them. He flicked his right fingertips, and sixty talismans split into six strands, which shot towards the six people respectively.

The moment the talisman left his hand, it burst into flames in the air, transforming into clusters of blazing fire clouds that roared toward the target, instantly engulfing the entire area in a wave of heat.

Just as the six people raised their hands to activate their magical artifacts, hastily preparing to block the fireball, Mu Chunfeng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his double pupils suddenly opened, and his gaze locked directly on the cultivator in front of him. He uttered a low shout: "Freeze!"

The demonic cultivator froze, as if he had been frozen in place. The space around him was instantly stilled, and his face remained contorted with the ferocious expression of resisting the fireball. He didn't even have time to scream.

Ten fireballs slammed into him, flames shooting into the sky and engulfing him in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he was burned to ashes, leaving not a trace, only a wisp of black smoke dissipating into the air.

Having landed a successful blow, Mu Chunfeng didn't pause. With one hand forming a hand seal, he controlled the Blazing Fire Sword. His double pupils suddenly shifted to the right, and his spiritual power erupted once more. He uttered a low shout: "Freeze!"

The cultivator on the other side was also instantly frozen in place, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief, yet he couldn't even move a finger.

With a flick of his finger, Mu Chunfeng's Fire Sword above his head instantly transformed into a streak of crimson light, as fast as lightning, and with a "whoosh," it severed the man's head.

Blood gushed out, staining the ground red. The head rolled to the ground, its eyes still showing the horror of its impending death.

In the blink of an eye, the two perished. The remaining four demonic cultivators finally reacted, their disdain vanishing and replaced by deep fear and panic.

They hastily blocked the fire cloud talismans in front of them. The flames from the exploding talismans scorched their clothes black, burned their hair into curly hair, and left their bodies covered in tiny burns. They were all in a sorry state, and their breathing was somewhat disordered. After all, they were not top elites like Feng Yue and Duo Bao Nu. Their foundation was insufficient. Even though they tried their best to block the talismans, they still suffered a considerable impact, and even the circulation of their magic power became sluggish.

Mu Chunfeng gave them no chance to catch their breath. With a light step, she shot out like an arrow. At the same time, she raised her hand and the spiritual light of the Li Huo Sword surged, carrying blazing flames, and rushed straight at one of them. The sword wind was fierce, causing the surrounding low grass to bend.

Upon seeing this, the remaining four people's expressions changed drastically. They quickly gathered together, chanting incantations, and simultaneously unleashed four blood-red demonic blades. The demonic energy gathered wildly, forming a huge, pitch-black blade beam that, with a world-destroying aura, fiercely slashed towards the Li Huo Sword.

"clang--"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, sparks flew everywhere, and the Blazing Fire Sword was smashed back by the blade's edge. Its spiritual light dimmed slightly in an instant, and Mu Chunfeng was also shaken back two steps by the shockwave. His internal magic power churned slightly, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Attack him together and kill him!" the leader shouted fiercely, his eyes gleaming with malice.

The four simultaneously wielded the demonic blades, pouring all their magical power into them. The four demonic blades intertwined in the air to form a pitch-black net of blades. Wherever the demonic energy passed, even the ground was corroded with black spots. With a chilling aura, it slashed fiercely down at Mu Chunfeng, sealing off all his escape routes.

Mu Chunfeng's eyes were solemn, and he dared not be careless in the slightest. A flash of spiritual light appeared at his waist, and five high-level golden shield talismans were instantly taken out. With a flick of his fingertip, he activated all the talismans and slapped them onto his body.

"Buzzing—"

Five golden light shields instantly unfolded around him, layer upon layer, dazzling with golden light and radiating a powerful spiritual energy, firmly protecting him within them.

"boom!"

Four demonic blades slammed into the golden shield, instantly shattering the first shield. The second and third shields followed suit, scattering golden light and fragments of magical power. The immense impact caused fine cracks to appear in the ground beneath Mu Chunfeng's feet.

Finally, the fourth golden shield barely managed to confront the blade's momentum. The violent tremor made Mu Chunfeng feel a tightness in his chest, but he remained firmly in place, his eyes growing increasingly resolute.

Taking advantage of the standoff between the two sides, Mu Chunfeng did not stop for a moment. He took out the crystal ball he had obtained from Duobao Nu. As magic power was continuously poured into it, the crystal ball instantly shone with a bright black light.

The moment the black light enveloped all four demonic swords, they lost their magical power and fell to the ground.

The four demonic cultivators were shocked to see this, never expecting to suddenly lose contact with their magical artifact. But now they had no way out, so they immediately rushed forward to surround Mu Chunfeng.

But Mu Chunfeng didn't give them that chance at all. She slapped her storage bag and took out five high-level talismans, namely five Fire Rain Talismans.

"Go!" he shouted, activating all the talismans.

The talisman exploded in the air with a bang, and a rain of fire poured down from the sky. Each drop of fire was the size of a fist, burning with raging flames and carrying a pungent heat wave. They rained down on the four people, instantly engulfing them and turning the entire flat ground red with firelight.

The four people turned pale, terrified out of their wits, and hurriedly activated their magical artifacts or used their magic power to create protective shields to defend themselves.

The fire rained down relentlessly, and in no time, the demonic cultivators could not withstand it. As the protective barrier shattered, screams of agony rang out one after another.

"Boom!"

A series of enormous roars rang out, flames shot into the sky, heat waves swept around, the ground was scorched black, debris flew everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and dissipating demonic energy.

As the firelight gradually dissipated, the four figures were no longer there. Only four blood-red demonic blades, now devoid of magical control, lay scattered around Mu Chunfeng, their spiritual light completely gone, as if they had become inconspicuous ordinary iron longswords.

call--

Mu Chunfeng gasped for breath, his legs slightly weak, and slowly put away the crystal ball, the Xuanjin Shield, and the Li Huo Sword.

This was the first time he had faced four enemies of the same level at the same time since he came to this world. To be honest, it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. His palms were already covered in cold sweat, his mana was almost depleted, and his chest was still aching slightly.

Fortunately, he had prepared enough talismans, and with his double pupils and top-tier magic artifact by his side, he was able to win by a narrow margin.

This fierce battle truly made Mu Chunfeng sigh – he still preferred to cultivate and study talisman techniques in peace and quiet; this fighting and killing was far too dangerous.

After catching her breath, Mu Chunfeng composed herself, put all four demonic swords on the ground into her storage bag, and then cleaned up the traces at the scene.

Having done all this, he dared not linger. With a flash, he quickly left the flat ground and sped off in another direction, afraid of attracting any further unnecessary trouble.