I Became the Alchemy Master by Picking Up Trash-Chapter 299 - 297: The Final Battle (Part 4)

Mingzhen looked at Li Xing with a sinister air: "Hmph, you may be clever, but what does knowing the truth get you? I have now taken over the Innate Holy Body, and with just a thought, all those parasitized by worm eggs, both humans and Star Beasts, will become my puppets. Killing a mere cultivator like you is nothing, and shattering this continent again would be no hard task."

Li Xing spat: "Mingzhen, have you forgotten how the Mingmeng Clan was once chased like rats by the great powers of the Human Clan? No wonder, it’s been thousands of years. Human cultivators have either returned or fallen, and with the Qianyuan Continent lacking a complete Heavenly Dao, it’s hard to nurture high-ranking local cultivators. You’ve been unchecked for so long, you think you can act up again, right? Fine, today I’ll remind you of the strength of human cultivation!"

Li Xing’s gaze turned exceptionally determined, no longer suppressing the colorful Nascent Soul. The aura around him was as sharp as an ancient divine weapon, and the dense spiritual energy surged straight to the skies.

At this moment, inside the Heaven-Reaching Tower.

The Purple Demon Pearl emitted an unprecedented intense glow. Not only did Ji Jingtang sense it, but all the elders gathered there due to the abnormal fluctuations in Elemental Power clearly felt the excitement of the Purple Demon Pearl.

The Tenth Elder rushed to the Holy Hall where the Purple Demon Pearl was stored as quickly as possible, while Ji Jingtang performed complex hand signs towards the brightly shining Purple Demon Pearl hovering in the air.

The other nine elders held their breath and focused intently on the dynamics of the Purple Demon Pearl, silently praying to pinpoint the Savior’s location this time.

Feeling the extraordinarily powerful pressure from Li Xing, Mingzhen’s expression changed suddenly, exclaiming: "You’re a Mahayana cultivator! No, that’s not right! You’re clearly at the Nascent Soul Stage, how can you have the pressure of the Mahayana Realm—"

Mingzhen was not the strongest in the invading army from another world. In fact, his strength among the King Worms was only considered average. He survived till now purely because of his acute perception and precise judgment of human cultivation levels.

He would keep his distance from those stronger than him, while mercilessly tormenting those weaker, with countless Nascent Soul and Divinity Transformation cultivators dying by his hand.

For Mingzhen, killing a mere Nascent Soul was easier than crushing a bug.

But he never imagined that his vaunted perception would glitch with Li Xing. Clearly at the Nascent Soul level, yet exuding an aura comparable to the early Mahayana stage; it was too incredible! Could it be a deceptive illusion created by some elixir?

Knowing Li Xing’s nature and actions, it was entirely possible. I must not be misled, battle!

Thinking of this, Mingzhen attacked Li Xing without hesitation, a massive black sphere larger than the Six Paths of Underworld Cannons, carrying a chilling sinister aura, rapidly approached Li Xing. Li Xing snorted, unleashing the Ten Thousand Spirits Return Divine Light that tore the black sphere to pieces in an instant.

Mingzhen squinted his eyes, cursing inwardly. Where did Li Xing learn such a technique that just happened to restrain his spell?

Since the innate divine skills of the Mingmeng Clan weren’t effective, he’d use Chu Yunyi’s Wind Blade instead. The Free Wanderer Fan summoned hundreds of sharp Wind Blades, enveloping Li Xing.

Unfazed, Li Xing threw a stack of explosive talismans over, the fierce blasts clearing out more than half of the Wind Blades, and the remainder were dispersed by her Ten Thousand Spirits Return Divine Light.

Mingzhen’s peak strength was at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage, but being stranded on the Qianyuan Continent for millennia, frequently spawning, though he had double black humans as blood food, the lack of pure spiritual energy had caused irreversible damage, reducing his level significantly, barely maintaining at the late Mahayana stage.

Li Xing’s multicolored Nascent Soul constantly filtered Elemental Power, keeping her body brimming with spiritual energy, allowing her to cast spells without restraint.

Additionally, her visceral refined body itself could be considered a divine weapon, further enhancing her combat power, and with the ancestral array of talismans, Li Xing, despite being two minor realms below Mingzhen, showed no obvious signs of defeat.

In the blink of an eye, the two clashed in over a dozen rounds, with Li Xing sustaining several shallow cuts from the Wind Blades, faintly bleeding. Mingzhen, despite avoiding any visible wounds, had his hair scorched by an explosive talisman, both ending up equally matched.

The Heavenly Wolf Saber and Free Wanderer Fan clashed fiercely, sparks flying, as Li Xing and Mingzhen simultaneously leaped out of the circle, glaring at each other menacingly.

Mingzhen was puzzled, Li Xing’s spell attacks were quite formidable, yet her strength and agility seemed more aligned with the Body Cultivation School, what was going on?

"Are you dual cultivating?"

Li Xing, pale-faced, had eyes glinting with terrifying brilliance, full of battle intent: "Indeed! For an old piece of trash, you’re somewhat knowledgeable."

Mingzhen’s gaze darkened. He’d heard clan elders speak before, dual cultivating in physique and spells wasn’t easily achieved by humans, requiring perseverance, perception, and opportunities, all equally. Though few in number, dual cultivators could outmatch peers in the same rank, and if encountered, it was advised not to engage without utmost certainty.

In that great battle from millennia past, humans had only three or four dual cultivators, whose abilities weren’t top-tier, yet each commanded formidable power against thousands.

No wonder her power didn’t match her cultivation level, it must be due to her dual cultivation!

Mingzhen had nearly died under the sword of a powerful dual cultivator and upon realizing Li Xing was such, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear, as if that earth-shattering sword from back then was again hovering over him, ready to fall at any moment.

The fear flashed across Mingzhen’s eyes for a moment, which Li Xing seized to charge forward wielding her saber.

Perhaps it was psychological, but Mingzhen found the Free Wanderer Fan unwieldy, his full strength seeming to lessen by a fraction with each swing, always veering slightly off course. Moments ago, it was meant to slice at Li Xing’s neck yet veered towards her shoulder, missing the opportunity.

After a few such incidents, Mingzhen realized the Free Wanderer Fan resisted him. This new body required more tuning; while he could still conjure Wind Blades barehanded, their power was insufficient.

Just as Mingzhen was torn about abandoning the Free Wanderer Fan, it once again dodged a direct confrontation with the Heavenly Wolf Saber. Seeing the opportunity, Li Xing turned her blade sharply, striking directly at Mingzhen’s throat.

Simultaneously, her left hand formed a seal, unleashing a massive crescent-shaped Ten Thousand Spirits Return Divine Light like a reaper’s scythe, flying upwards towards Mingzhen’s face.

Mingzhen was alarmed, releasing the Free Wanderer Fan and leaping back swiftly, barely evading the vital threat to his head but suffered from the residual power of the Divine Light, leaving a brutal wound from his abdomen to the center of his chest, instantly staining his white robe red.

Li Xing raised an eyebrow, feeling somewhat regretful. Had she pressed further, she might have sliced through his belly.

Though it wouldn’t be fatal for Mingzhen, each time he repairs his body, it weakens marginally.

Mingzhen realized that with Li Xing’s dual cultivation advantage and those pesky talismans, any disparity in level was negligible.

If they were to fight to the death, the outcome was uncertain.

Having gained no advantage over Li Xing, Mingzhen felt extremely displeased and filled with irritation.

If not for the misaligned opening of the spatial rift, setting their initial landing point in the spiritually chaotic Qianyuan Realm, the Mingmeng Clan would have easily taken over the human world. He, the Mingmeng Clan’s young master, wouldn’t have to suffer here!

Slowly caressing his wound, Mingzhen watched it heal, faster than consuming a high-grade Red Medicine.