Family Rise by Daily Intelligence-Chapter 149 - 126: The Inheritance Stele, Two More Dead, Counting the Spoils

Chapter 149: Chapter 126: The Inheritance Stele, Two More Dead, Counting the Spoils

On the other side, the elder brother Qiann Yun was not wasting time:

"Second Brother, what’s the point of talking to her? She’s from the Alien Race; kill one when you see one. Make a move!"

"Elder Brother, you don’t know how to appreciate beauty at all, such a beautiful girl..."

Before he finished speaking.

In the midst of Fu Qiann Yang’s pride, he suddenly heard two piercing sounds behind him. Turning his head, he saw two Profound Iron Chains emerging from the ground, which moved like Spiritual Snakes. Already, before he could react, the chains swiftly wrapped around his neck with a swooshing sound.

At the same time.

A black light shot up from the ground.

A large iron lump pulled fiercely with both hands, and Qiann Yang was instantly strangled by the Profound Iron Chains with a crisp crack before he could even scream!

Decisive and efficient, a one-hit kill.

"Second Brother!"

Everything happened too quickly.

By the time Qiann Yun wanted to intervene, Qiann Yang was already decapitated. Watching his younger brother die before him, Qiann Yun roared in fury:

"You wretch, today I’ll tear you to pieces!"

He immediately cast a Technique on the mother blade of the Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blade. Suddenly, green light flared around him, and eight sub-blades flashed out. With a wave of his Sword Point, the sub-blades whistled and shot towards Fu Molan from eight different directions.

Clang clang clang!

At the crucial moment.

The Top-Grade Puppet stood like an iron mountain before Fu Molan, waving two Profound Ropes that left afterimages, moving like Tai Chi. The sub-blades struck but could not breach the defense, creating a series of clanging sounds.

Qiann Yun snorted coldly:

"Iron Soul, come out!"

In the next moment.

With a flip of his right hand, a small brass bell appeared. With a shake of his right hand, the Soul Summoning Bell rang out.

From the ruined Daoist Field behind him, a masked, burly man leaped out, emitting an aura of the Peak of Qi Cultivation, and immediately started fighting with the Tier One Top-Grade Puppet.

Without the puppet to obstruct him.

Qiann Yun quickly patted his storage bag, producing a Wind Cloud Banner. However, before he could cast a spell, Molan, who had been hiding behind the puppet, completed her spell. She pointed at the Thunderfire Hidden Bamboo Cauldron before her, and thirty-six Dark Patterned Bamboos whistled out, quickly surrounding Qiann Yun.

Qiann Yun suddenly felt the scenery before his eyes change.

In the next instant.

He was horrified to find himself in a ghostly forest:

"Illusion Array!"

Above the ghostly forest.

Tens of thousands of Thunderfires descended dense as raindrops.

Qiann Yun did not expect a seemingly insignificant Female Cultivator at the Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer to hold not only a Tier One Top-Grade Puppet but also a Tier Two Spiritual Artifact. Instantly, he was no longer underestimating her, and he activated his Mana. The Wind Cloud Banner in his hand vigorously waved, conjuring a massive tornado around him. The tornado flung the descending Thunderfires away.

Within it, a pained expression flashed in Qiann Yun’s eyes, but he flipped his right hand and shot out a Cold Profound Pearl. Accompanied by a soft incantation from his mouth:

"Explode!"

Boom!

The Tier Two Low-Grade Cold Profound Bead exploded.

The bamboo forest shattered!

"Pfft"

Fu Molan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, stricken by the backlash force.

Charging out from the formation, Qiann Yun gave her no chance to recover, immediately moving the Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blade. This time, both the mother blade and sub-blades shot together towards Fu Molan.

A dire situation!

Suddenly, a hum was heard from Fu Molan’s body as the Flowing Light Talisman was instantly activated.

Clang clang clang!

The Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blade struck the Flowing Light Talisman’s barrier, sending sparks flying everywhere together, but was unable to penetrate the protective shield created by the Flowing Light Talisman.

At this moment, Qiann Yun was no longer anxious, as Molan had just barely managed to activate the Thunderfire Hidden Bamboo Cauldron, clearly exhausting the last of her Mana. Now, she was a spent force.

Qiann Yun spoke coldly:

"A small Female Cultivator at Qi Cultivation Eighth Layer with a Tier One Top-Grade Puppet, a Tier Two Spiritual Artifact, and a Tier Two Flowing Light Talisman no less. You do have capability, but unfortunately, you crossed the wrong person!"

Saying this,

The Wind Cloud Banner in Qiann Yun’s hand stirred fiercely.

Wind Blades shot out, tightly packed, and furiously struck against Fu Molan’s Flowing Light Talisman. The Flowing Light Talisman held for barely half a cup of tea before starting to crack.

Swallowing a pill to barely regain some Mana, Fu Molan tried to activate the Thunderfire Hidden Bamboo Cauldron once more. However, as soon as she circulated her Cultivation Technique, her injuries were triggered, and she spat out another mouthful of fresh blood:

"Is today really the day I die here?!"

The thought had only just arisen when Fu Molan immediately dismissed it. Cultivators were defying the heavens as they walked their path; she would not give up until her last breath.

Fu Molan gritted her silver teeth, glancing at the Inheritance Stele in her hand, and a sharp look flashed across her eyes.

As she was about to risk everything and try, suddenly, a brilliant seven-colored light descended around her. Looking up, she saw the familiar Seven Treasures Umbrella floating above her head:

"Patriarch!"

Fu Molan’s eyes shot forth with immense joy!

Qiann Yun’s pupils shrank; he hadn’t expected Fu Molan to have summoned reinforcements. Without a second thought, he quickly recalled the Golden Cicada Mother-Child Blade, allowing it to hover around his body.

He remained cautious, watching his surroundings closely.

Suddenly.

Qiann Yun felt a sharp pain in his feet.

Looking down, he found that his feet had been unknowingly stained with blood, quickly reaching his knees.

Qiann Yun broke out in a cold sweat.

For at this moment, his calves were immediately dissolved into a puddle of blood:

"What devilish thing is this?!"

Without thinking, Qiann Yun swung his arm, sending out Wind Blades with a cracking sound that cleanly severed his knees.