Cultivation System: Stronger with Age

"Heh heh!" Xu Bei sneered. "Hmph!" Zhao Yufei tilted her chin upwards.

As they spoke, a BUZZING sound suddenly arose from the platform beneath their feet. In the next moment, Lin Xuankong felt his heart and spirit tremble. The scenery before his eyes blurred instantly, the light twisting and shifting. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing in a dense forest.

He circulated his Qi Blood to protect his body and scanned his surroundings. Under the nearby trees and among the grasses, piles of white bones were scattered everywhere. Most were the large skeletons of unknown beasts, interspersed with some human remains. The ground was riddled with pits, and many large rocks protruding from the grass were covered with the marks of weapon slashes.

Nearby, Lin Jiao, Nalan Yunzhu, and the other Martial Cultivators all wore expressions of utmost vigilance. Hu Shuo carefully examined the Demon-avoiding Bat he had prepared beforehand. Seeing that its body hadn't changed color, he breathed a sigh of relief. "There should be no Tier Three Demons nearby."

Lin Jiao and Nalan Yunzhu also sighed in relief. Lin Xuankong, however, frowned slightly. Weren't there supposed to be countless Demons? It's been more than ten breaths since we entered, yet not a single one has appeared...

From among the crowd, the tall, long-armed Martial Cultivator, Lii Fenghan, suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "Let's head straight to the gathering place in the south. If we spread out, we risk being picked off by the Demons one by one. The Xun Branch gathering place is located on Juefeng Mountain, surrounded on all sides by cliffs thousands of feet high. Only the Profound Iron Chain Bridge connecting to the neighboring peak allows access to the mountaintop platform, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. If we gather there, a large number of Demons will naturally be drawn to our aura, and we'll have opportunities to reap rewards!"

Most of the Martial Cultivators nodded in agreement, clearly having great confidence in this Martial Cultivator, who was ranked fourteenth on the leaderboard.

Standing near Lin Xuankong, Zhao Yufei wore a slight look of dissatisfaction. Ever proud, she was certainly unwilling to casually follow someone else's orders.

Just then, six Martial Cultivators stepped out from the crowd and headed east. One of them, a dark-skinned Martial Cultivator, declared, "During the last Demon Slaying Conference, the Martial Cultivators at the eight gathering places were surrounded by countless Demons, and only a few dozen survived. Hmph! Easy to defend and difficult to attack, you say? Sounds nice, but if the path is blocked, there's no escape! The six of us won't accompany you there just to wait to be surrounded by Demons. If we're trapped for over twenty days, wouldn't that be just waiting for death?"

Many of the Martial Cultivators who had originally planned to go to the gathering place hesitated upon hearing this, their expressions shifting.

Hearing this, Lin Xuankong's eyes lit up with anticipation. Staying at the gathering place, surrounded by countless Demons... that sounds wonderful!

"The words of my Younger Brother Lii are not a negotiation; they are an order!" the six-eyed, six-armed Martial Cultivator suddenly declared, his six eyes flashing. "Those of you not going to the gathering place, rather than letting the Demons devour your equipment and supplies, you might as well hand them over to us!"

Hearing this, the expressions of the six Martial Cultivators changed instantly. The dark-skinned Martial Cultivator drew his weapon with a cold sneer. "San Gu, although you're Mid-grade Tier Four, once inside this Demon-Suppressing Valley, you're also reduced to Tier Three! We six brothers of the Ma Family are all Late Stage Tier Three. Do you think we're afraid of you? We've just entered the Demon-Suppressing Valley, and you're already planning to kill and plunder? Aren't you a bit too eager?"

The six-eyed, six-armed San Gu ignored him, merely giving a flick of one arm. The six four-armed Martial Cultivators beside him immediately charged at the group of six, their speed as swift as lightning.

In an instant, the twelve of them were locked in combat. The six four-armed Martial Cultivators hadn't even drawn the weapons from their waists; they fought the six Ma Family brothers using only their four arms. Yet, even without weapons, these four-armed Martial Cultivators completely suppressed the Ma Family brothers, each of whom was equipped with an Exorcism Weapon!

Moments later, the dark-skinned eldest brother of the Ma Family lost focus for an instant. Two four-armed Martial Cultivators seized his arms and legs. Immediately, the sickening sound of tearing flesh filled the air. This Late Stage Tier Three Martial Cultivator was literally torn into a pile of shredded meat by the pair, and the stench of blood instantly spread!

Ten breaths later, the battle concluded. The six four-armed Martial Cultivators were completely unharmed, while the Ma Family's six Late Stage Tier Three Martial Cultivators had been reduced to piles of shredded meat.

Even though all were Tier Three Martial Cultivators, the disparity in a six-on-six fight was astonishingly vast!

The remaining hundred or so Martial Cultivators turned pale as they witnessed this scene. None dared to speak, their gazes fixed on the four-armed Martial Cultivators, filled with deep fear and dread.

Zhao Yufei and Xu Bei's faces also changed slightly. They glanced at each other, both recognizing the dread in the other's eyes. I have the Silver Hook Armor and my Dragon Blood Fierce Dog, Zhao Yufei thought. I could defeat any one of these six four-armed Martial Cultivators in a one-on-one fight. I might even be able to take down two or three if I fight them individually. However, if any two of them ganged up on me, defeat would be the only outcome!

And these are merely San Gu's subordinates. What if San Gu himself, with a full set of Battle Armor and his even more formidable six arms, were to attack...

For a moment, the arrogance on her face diminished considerably.

Lin Xuankong watched quietly from the side, his gaze fixed on the four-armed Martial Cultivator who was collecting the six Exorcism Weapons. The Martial Cultivator held a peculiar, palm-sized, blood-red fleshy pouch that wriggled constantly. Despite its small size, this blood-red pouch absorbed all six large weapons. This continually wriggling, peculiar fleshy pouch strongly resembled the legendary Ghost Frog Pouch, renowned for its spatial storage abilities.