Longevity Hacker: When Every Curse Becomes a Blessing

"Hahaha! Hand over the True Fire Beast Pill quickly! If we injure you severely, you might not make it out alive from the Sealed Demon Ruins!"

Mo Xunhuan stared at the Little Sword Immortal, laughing wildly.

Being able to besiege the most prodigious figure of the Shangqing Palace, his fame would surely spread across the Zhao Kingdom in the future!

"Why waste so many words on him? With the ten of us joining forces, do you think we can't kill a Foundation Establishment at Great Perfection?"

An elder beside him rasped, his eyes cold as a venomous snake.

In his view, no matter how extraordinary the Little Sword Immortal was, he couldn't withstand the combined assault of ten people.

"Alright, alright."

"You think you can kill me? You're overestimating yourselves! None of you will leave here today!"

The Little Sword Immortal laughed in anger, controlling fifteen flying swords that soared into the sky.

"Dragon Technique!"

Chanting incantations, the Little Sword Immortal's flying swords burst into dazzling blue light, transforming into fifteen blue dragons that charged straight at the ten Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The intensity of the sword momentum made the ten people's eyelids twitch violently.

"No wonder he's called the Little Sword Immortal. Such sword momentum is unmatched among the younger generation in the Zhao Kingdom."

Mo Xunhuan showed a hint of jealousy.

The path of the sword has several levels: sword momentum, sword intent, transformation...

Those who achieve sword momentum are strong in the way of the sword, and as for sword intent, even among the Core Formation realm, few possess it.

Jiang Yijian earned the title of Little Sword Immortal because he had mastered a small degree of sword momentum, greatly enhancing his attack power.

"Join forces!"

Mo Xunhuan shouted, and a spear flew out from his storage bag.

The spear was stained with blood, emitting a blinding red light as it tangled with two blue dragons.

"Clang! Clang!"

Sparks flew like a blacksmith's hammer, and the mana fluctuations shattered the air.

The others dared not be careless, each summoning their magical instruments.

Some had feathers, others had awls, and some even had skulls, all exuding rolling demonic aura, as if they had been dredged from a demon lair, filled with eerie energy.

For a moment, the magical instruments clashed fiercely.

The Little Sword Immortal fought the ten Foundation Establishment cultivators alone, yet he did not fall into a disadvantage.

"This combat power is too exaggerated."

Mo Hong watched, his heart trembling.

He had only heard of the Little Sword Immortal's formidable strength, ranking among the top three of the younger generation, but it was just hearsay.

Now witnessing it firsthand, he truly realized how terrifying this guy was.

"His mana is pure and abundant, far surpassing ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators. Coupled with his sword momentum, if he breaks them one by one, all ten Foundation Establishment at Great Perfection will die here."

Two hundred meters away, Ye Bufan was also astonished.

The opponent's cultivation technique was definitely top-tier, with mana nearly double that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment.

Of course, it was still inferior to his Celestial Calamity True Demonic Technique.

After all, the mana of the Celestial Calamity True Demonic Technique surpassed top-tier techniques by a factor of two, while this guy's was only comparable to ordinary techniques.

"If possible, the way of the sword is an option. If I possess sword momentum and have a cultivation level of the ninth stage of Foundation Establishment... even the Core Formation realm might not be unbeatable."

Ye Bufan's eyes flickered, but he eventually shook his head.

His comprehension had recently improved significantly, but he was still far from grasping sword momentum.

Unless there was some swordsmanship secret manual with severe side effects.

Ye Bufan stood quietly behind a tree, observing the battle.

The Little Sword Immortal seemed invincible.

In reality, such combat power was unsustainable. Simultaneously controlling fifteen flying swords and using sword techniques consumed too much mana.

He couldn't hold out.

Sure enough, after just a short while, the fifteen blue dragons began to weaken, and the ten Foundation Establishment cultivators gradually gained the upper hand.

"Jiang Yijian, you're strong, but unfortunately, you can't withstand our combined forces!"

Mo Xunhuan laughed, manipulating a blood-red spear to continuously suppress two flying swords.

"Crack!"

Finally, the blue dragons shattered and dispersed, the flying swords taking a defensive stance, retreating step by step.

The Little Sword Immortal's face had already turned slightly pale.

The ten Foundation Establishment cultivators were overjoyed, pouring mana madly into their magical instruments.

In an instant, the ten magical instruments shone brightly, breaking through the defense and smashing towards the Little Sword Immortal.

"You're celebrating too soon!"

The Little Sword Immortal's expression remained unchanged. He patted his storage bag, and a small yellowish bell flew up, emitting a yellow light that enveloped him completely.

"Boom!"

The ten magical instruments struck the yellow bell fiercely, which emitted a dazzling light, blocking all the attacks.

"A pseudo-magical treasure! The Copper Mountain Bell?"

Mo Xunhuan was stunned, his expression changing slightly.

Pseudo-magical treasures came in many forms, but defensive ones were extremely rare.

He had only heard that the Shangqing Palace had bestowed this bell upon the Little Sword Immortal, but he hadn't heard of him using it. Now seeing it, it was indeed true!

This Copper Mountain Bell couldn't be broken by magical instruments.

And at this moment, the Little Sword Immortal sat cross-legged inside the bell, taking out a silver talisman from his storage bag, chanting incantations.

His eyes were fixed on Mo Xunhuan and the others, filled with a murderous aura.

"Talisman treasure?!"

Mo Hong, watching from afar, recognized it immediately, his face turning pale.

Talisman treasures were crafted by Core Formation cultivators, containing the power of a Core Formation strike.

The gap between Core Formation and Foundation Establishment was too vast.

Not to mention a genuine Golden Core.

Even a False Core could easily crush any Foundation Establishment at Great Perfection, including the Little Sword Immortal!

If this talisman treasure were activated, the ten Foundation Establishment cultivators on their side would be killed instantly.

"We have one too!"

Mo Xunhuan's expression changed slightly, but he quickly sneered.

He took out a purple talisman, engraved with a skull, exuding a chilling aura.

To deal with this person, Senior Brother Liu had spared no expense.

"Protect me!"

With nine people protecting him, he held the purple talisman, activating it with mana.

Seeing this, the Little Sword Immortal's eyes flashed with mockery, but his face remained expressionless as he continued to activate the talisman treasure.

For a moment, the scene reached a stalemate.

"Something's not right."

Hidden behind a tree, Ye Bufan squinted his eyes, quietly retreating two hundred meters.

Having practiced many forbidden techniques, coupled with his spiritual perception far exceeding ordinary people, his sense of danger was extremely keen.

He felt something was amiss.

Moments later, the talisman treasure in the Little Sword Immortal's hand burst into blinding silver light. Upon closer inspection, it was a small silver sword.

The small sword wasn't large, appearing fragile.

But it exuded a power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

With a swoosh, like a Core Formation expert unleashing an angry strike, the small sword shot towards Mo Xunhuan and the ten others.

Its speed was incredibly fast, like a beam of light.

Wherever it passed, it carved a deep sword mark several meters long.

"This is the talisman treasure of Sword Crane True Person from the Shangqing Palace!"

The nine protectors' faces changed drastically, cold sweat dripping down.

Sword Crane True Person, a sword-wielding Golden Core cultivator from the Shangqing Palace, had already mastered sword momentum!

And at this moment, a rolling demonic aura like thick smoke erupted, and a blood-red skull bit onto the small sword.

The skull was about the size of a house, its intense demonic aura pressing down, forcefully creating a three hundred meter wide pit.

"Is this a talisman treasure?"

Liu Keqing was terrified, retreating frantically, fearing death from the impact.

"Boom!!"

The blood-red skull erupted with demonic aura, constantly clashing with the sword energy of the small sword. The aftermath wreaked havoc, leaving the ground pitted and scarred, the explosions deafening.

"Jiang Yijian, my talisman treasure is also extraordinary, crafted by the Second Elder, the Demon Skull Master. It's enough to withstand your talisman treasure."

"Once its power is exhausted, you'll be a lamb waiting for slaughter!"

Mo Xunhuan stood up, staring at the Little Sword Immortal with a cold smile.

For the True Fire Beast Pill, Senior Brother Liu had calculated all the Little Sword Immortal's trump cards.

"Is that so?"

The Little Sword Immortal's eyes were cold, sneering, "I originally planned to give Liu Wangchuan and the others a surprise after entering the Sealed Demon Ruins."

"Since you're determined to die, I'll fulfill your wish!"

"Buzz!"

A sword hum rang out, followed by the rumbling sound of thunder. A jet-black flying sword flew out from the Little Sword Immortal's storage bag, bursting with blinding lightning.