Chapter 100: Zhang Haobo Tests His Sword
This is only natural. Although these puppet mechanisms have reduced their combat power to the Qi Condensation stage, their physical strength alone is capable of withstanding attacks from Nascent Soul stage cultivators. How can a group of Qi Condensation cultivators hope to harm them?
After a series of pitiful attacks from the thirty-plus Qi Condensation cultivators, the seventeen puppets remained unfazed. They were impervious to any damage.
In return, the puppets' offensive capabilities, limited to the Qi Condensation stage, didn't appear as menacing. After a grueling battle, the third exploration team, although battered, managed to preserve most of their lives.
Finally, everyone began to understand that this cave of Tian Yang was far beyond the reach of their group of low-level Qi Condensation cultivators. The seventeen high-defense puppet mechanisms were like formidable gatekeepers, keeping all intruders at bay.
Li Fan pondered, wondering how things had turned out for this cave in the past. Since he joined the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, he had never heard anyone discuss the matter. It seemed the cave had disappeared long ago.
"Perhaps, in the end, a powerful expert will intervene to resolve this matter," Li Fan speculated.
With the storm raised by the cave gradually calming down, cultivators began to deliberately forget about this treasure that they could see but not possess. Some with ulterior motives attempted to secretly rally others, hoping to assemble hundreds of Qi Condensation cultivators for another exploration. The plan was to use a large group to engage the seventeen puppets while the others ventured deep into the mansion to seek opportunities.
But no one paid attention to their proposals. Everyone was a Qi Condensation cultivator, and they were unwilling to take the risks and potentially sacrifice their lives for someone else's gain. Thus, the number of cultivators with the cave in their minds gradually dwindled, and the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance seemed to forget the matter entirely.
The Cong Yun Sea became calm once more, and Li Fan, who seldom had time to focus on his cultivation, finally settled down to practice in peace. Time passed, and half a year later, the 13th year had arrived.