Chapter 101: Considerable Stir

The Reincarnation Squad gradually ventured deeper into the Wind Spirit Wood Forest, surrounded by Wind Spirit Trees aged twenty to thirty years, or even sixty to seventy years. Yet, Yitian and his companions refrained from attacking any of these younger trees.

Their true target this time was only those Wind Spirit Trees over a hundred years old.

Less than ten miles into the forest, they had already faced no fewer than five ambushes. Although these were merely low-level wind-attribute ferocious beasts, their elusive and unpredictable attacks kept everyone on edge.

Undeterred, Yitian’s Reincarnation Squad pressed forward relentlessly.

Upon reaching within a hundred miles of the heart of the forest, they finally discovered the presence of century-old Wind Spirit Trees. Towering at fifty zhang tall, these ancient trees stood extraordinarily straight, with few branches, resembling massive pillars rooted firmly in the earth. Their bark was like overlapping scales, etched with mottled, timeworn marks, exuding an aura of profound antiquity.

Swirling gusts of wind danced around each century-old tree—an overflow of the tree’s innate power. Dense concentrations of wind elemental energy gathered to form a misty haze, as if the squad had stepped into an ethereal paradise.

Without hesitation, Yitian led the charge toward one such ancient tree.

Drawing their weapons, each member of the squad activated their cultivation techniques, channeling true essence into their arms. Swords and blades shimmered with potent energy, bristling with sword qi and blade aura.

Clang!

Yitian’s sword sliced into the trunk of the century-old Wind Spirit Tree.

The cut penetrated about one chi deep, while Yi Feng, Yi Shan, Yi Kuang, and the others managed only seven cun. Given that the trunk was at least one zhang in diameter, felling such a tree would require considerable time and effort.

Thus, Yitian and several comrades began their ceaseless hacking. After burning roughly a third of an incense stick’s time, a thunderous crack resounded—the ancient tree finally fell.

Yitian promptly stored the felled tree into his storage ring.

The forest was fraught with danger; this was no time to linger over the timber.

Moreover, the branches and leaves of century-old Wind Spirit Trees were highly sought after in the outside world. Branches could be crafted into magical swords or spiritual artifacts, while the leaves contained traces of wind attribute power. Placed in homes during sweltering summers, they could refresh the air, bringing a soothing breeze.

With the first century-old Wind Spirit Tree secured, Yitian and Yi Hong, invigorated, pressed on with fervor.

Fortunately, the forest lacked strong gale winds, sparing them the heavy consumption of their true essence defenses—a convenient relief.

One tree, two trees, three trees…

As they felled tree after tree, their noise finally attracted a mid-level ferocious beast: a twenty-zhang-long One-Horned Wind Python.

Yitian was the first to sense the python’s arrival.

Its speed was astonishing, like a sudden gust of wind—silent, scentless, and ghostlike. Concealed among the Wind Spirit Trees, it closed in to within a hundred zhang of Yitian’s group.

“A ferocious beast is approaching!” Yitian warned immediately, alerting the squad as they prepared for battle.

Sensing they had been detected, the One-Horned Wind Python abandoned stealth. It flashed through the air like lightning, striking at the squad. Its singular horn was enveloped in swirling wind power, granting it incredible speed.

Moreover, the horn was razor-sharp and unyieldingly hard—capable of piercing through flesh and even shattering spiritual weapons, tough as a formidable magical treasure.

Yitian instantly activated his Flying Feather Technique, dashing forward like a bolt of lightning.

At this speed, he barely managed to keep pace with the python.

Suddenly, he swung his sword at the beast.

Bang!

His blade struck the python’s horn, as if cutting into celestial metal, sparking a shower of sparks. The sword qi nearly dissipated, yet the strike staggered the python, halting its attack momentum.

The two locked in a tense standoff before erupting into fierce combat.

Yitian’s Golden Scale Sword blazed with radiant brilliance, its scorching sword qi slashing vigorously. Yet, the python dodged most attacks. Even those that landed were deflected by a mysterious force, leaving only shallow sword scars on its body.

At the same time, the python unleashed relentless assaults—arrows of condensed wind energy rained down like a storm, gouging deep craters in the earth. Several decades-old Wind Spirit Trees were riddled with small holes.

Though Yitian’s mastery of the Flying Feather Technique was exquisite, he could not evade all attacks, relying on his protective true essence shield.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The vibrations rippled violently through Yitian’s Great Sun True Essence Shield, radiating waves of energy—a testament to the ferocity of the python’s onslaught.

This One-Horned Wind Python, though only a low-tier mid-level ferocious beast, was an extremely formidable adversary. Its speed and attack capabilities were so daunting that even peak-level True Essence cultivators would struggle to overcome it.

This situation could not continue.

Worried that prolonged combat might bring unforeseen complications, Yitian resolved to end the fight swiftly.

He unleashed the Secret Divine Shift Technique.

In an instant, Yitian appeared beside the python, delivering a powerful slash.

Splat…

A blood trail shot out.

The python was nearly severed, the blade plunging three chi deep as blood gushed forth.

Severely wounded, the python fled instantly.

But Yitian was relentless. He employed the Divine Shift Technique again, suddenly appearing above the beast and leaving another deep sword wound.

Faced with Yitian’s elusive strikes, the python was defenseless, repeatedly grievously injured.

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