Chapter 242. Punnan Zi (1/2)

Heng Yue mountain range, Xuan Dao Sect.

The back mountain, where Wang Lin trained before, was dotted with countless man made caves. At the top of the mountain was the only natural cave on the mountain and Punnan Zi was cultivating inside it.

His appearance hadn’t changed a bit in the past 400 years.

Dripping sounds echoed inside the cave as water dripped from the ceiling.

For a long time, a strange light shone from Punnan Zi’s face that changed back and forth. Gradually, he opened his eyes. They shined as if they contained stars.

Punnan Zi raised his right hand and formed a seal, His expression remained neutral. Then, he waved his right hand forward and the stone before him suddenly began to shine.

Soon, ten points of light appeared on the rock wall.

However, the moment the ten points of light appeared, six of them immediately dimmed, then disappeared.

Punnan Zi’s face slightly twitched and his expression slightly darkened. The air around him suddenly slowed down and soon, even water stopped dripping from the ceiling.

If any Spirit Severing cultivators were around, their eyes would light up, because affecting the fluctuations of the surrounding spiritual energy to use certain techniques was something only spirit severing cultivators could do.

Punnan Zi was at the edge of the Spirit Severing stage. To him, it was not far away at all. The only thing that separated him from the Spirit Severing stage was a paper thin barrier and all he needed to do was find the right place to poke through.

Punnan Zi stared at the points of lights on the wall. After a long time, he sighed and said, “Teng Huayuan, who did you offend to bring such disaster upon yourself?”

“If it wasn’t for the fact that Lord Shi specifically wanted to use the Teng family as an experiment, this old man really wouldn’t want to deal with any of your Teng family affairs!” Punnan Zi’s face became gloomy. Even he didn’t know what it was about the Teng family that made Lord Shi pick them.

If it wasn’t so, then with just the Teng family’s resources, there was no way they would suddenly gain nine Nascent Soul cultivators and Teng Huayuan wouldn’t suddenly become almost as strong as Punnan Zi in merely 400 years.

He pondered a little, then stood up, waved his sleeves, and disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already at the peak of the Heng Yue mountain range. Punnan Zi got down on one knee, stared at the sky, and formed many different seals with his hand. As the seals formed, more and more clouds appeared and an invisible pressure slowly built up in the sky.

Punnan Zi then waved his hand and said, “I, Punnan Zi, from a lower cultivation country, would like to borrow a magic treasure.”

The moment he said those words, two beams of light, red and green, shot out from the Heng Yue mountain range. The lights became more and more intense and all of the spiritual energy in Zhao started to gather at the Heng Yue mountain range. The two lights landed next to Punnan Zi. They soon dimmed and revealed their true form.

Their true form was two magic discs. On the magic disk were 4 blades that emitted a cold light. There were even rifts in space around them.

It can easily be said that this wasn’t a Nascent Soul level magic treasure and was made by someone Spirit Severing or higher.

Punnan Zi respectfully kowtowed a few times before finally imprinting them with his divine sense and carefully placing them in his bag of holding. Only then did he finally relax. He started to emit a powerful killing intent and muttered, “Teng Huayuan, this is the last time I’ll help you. If within 100 years the Teng family still doesn’t have a Spirit Severing cultivator, don’t blame me for being ruthless toward the Teng family!”

With that, he disappeared without a trace.

The moment the spirit energy surged, Wang Li noticed it. Although his expression didn’t change, his heart sunk. However, he let out a cold snort and charged toward the direction of the last core Teng family member.

At the border of the country of Zhao was a very mysterious space. Every time a mortal brought this place up, it would cause fear. Even cultivators are extremely nervous about this place.

It was a huge pit of black mud.

This was a pit filled with black mud that emitted a smell that stung the nose. No one aside from a few people knew exactly how deep this mud pit really was.

Every 100 years, this mud pit would explode, and every explosion was a shocking sight.

Most of the time, this was a prohibited place. No matter whether it was mortals, cultivators, or beasts, when they got within certain range of the mud pit, they would be pulled in by a powerful suction force and be buried alive.

After a long time, a black fog quietly appeared and covered the whole area.

This was considered the most dangerous place in Zhao in the past 400 years, Black Mud Pit.