104: Chapter 104 The Power of the Minor Five Elements Formation

The leading old Loose Cultivator walked up tremblingly, holding a newly carved spirit tablet in his hands, upon which was written in cinnabar the name of the old Loose Cultivator whose soul had been crushed to pieces by Heisha.

Behind him, a young Loose Cultivator held a bowl of wine, and a middle-aged woman held a neatly folded old Daoist robe.

The three of them walked to the front of the Formation, slowly poured that bowl of wine onto the ground, covered the spirit tablet with the old Daoist robe, and then knelt down together, kowtowing three times toward the spirit tablet.

The old Loose Cultivator straightened his body, his cloudy eyes staring fixedly at Heisha as he spoke in a hoarse and tragic voice: "We have come to see Old Yang off. In life, he loved drinking the rice wine from the foot of this mountain the most and loved wearing this patched-up old Daoist robe the most."

"Today, he traded his life for ours, fighting for a chance for us mud-legged folks to act on behalf of Heaven. We have nothing else to repay him with, so we can only use your lives to send him off on his final journey. Loose Cultivators are human too, and debts must be paid!"

Heisha froze.

Looking at that spirit tablet stained red with cinnabar, looking at those Loose Cultivators kneeling on the ground kowtowing, and looking at the look of unwavering determination on their faces despite knowing they would surely die, for the first time, he felt that after living for most of his life, there were still some things he could not understand.

Did these Loose Cultivators not know what it meant to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune?

Did they not know what it meant to act like a mantis trying to stop a chariot?

An old fellow at the second or third layer of Qi Refining, acting as bait for the Wang Family—once he died, he died, so what was there to repay?

He subconsciously took a step back, and then, driven by anger and embarrassment, the pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage suddenly erupted, shattering the bluestone slabs in the courtyard into inch-long cracks.

He had been tricked, and he admitted it, but what right did this bunch of ants have to look at him with such gazes?

"A bunch of ants at the Qi Refinement Stage, and you dare to mention revenge in front of me?"

His voice was filled with furious rage and contempt: "That old fellow asked for it, and you lot asked for it too. Since the Wang Family has no Foundation Establishment expert holding down the fort, can you old, weak, sick, disabled, and scattered soldiers possibly stop me with just your numbers?"

He raised his hand, waved it, and shouted sternly: "Kill! Slaughter them all for me! Leave none alive!"

Twenty bandit cultivators responded in unison, spiritual light flashing violently around their bodies as they smashed out overwhelmingly in all directions.

Although their numbers were small, every single one of them was a desperado who licked blood off the edge of a blade. Their cultivation was at least the fifth layer of Qi Refining, and Third Leader was an even more ruthless character at the ninth layer of Qi Refining.

In their view, this group of Loose Cultivators at the Early Stage and Middle Stage of Qi Refining and the old and weak left behind by the Wang Family were merely fish on the chopping board, and they could be slaughtered cleanly in the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

However, they were wrong.

Those Loose Cultivators did not retreat.

The old Loose Cultivator holding the spirit tablet stuffed it into his arms, grabbed a Magical Artifact, and pounced toward the nearest bandit cultivator, roaring something as he hacked an axe down onto the other's shoulder.

When the axe blade became embedded in the bone and could not be pulled out, he let go of the axe handle, opened his arms to hug the bandit cultivator's waist, and bit down on his ear with his mouth.

Screaming in agony, the bandit cultivator threw him off and pierced his chest with a single sword strike, but he did not let go until death, his teeth still fiercely biting onto that piece of ear.

More Loose Cultivators surged up from all directions. Some blasted with Spells, some slashed with sabers and swords, and some brought nothing at all, charging forward while hugging rocks.

They were not afraid to die, because Old Yang was not afraid to die either, and because the debt they owed the Wang Family in this lifetime was precisely this single life.

Wang Yaowu drew his heavy sword and strode toward Heisha, earth-yellow rock armor lighting up layer upon layer on his body as his voice burst from his chest: "Wang Family sons—form the Formation!"

Dozens of Wang Family disciples formed hand seals simultaneously, and the Lesser Five Elements Combined Attack Array that had already been rehearsed thousands of times instantly took form. Spiritual light intertwined into a net, firmly locking Heisha and his gang within the Formation.

The next moment, the Spells that had long been primed poured down like a rainstorm. Fireballs, ice shards, lightning bolts, and earth spikes smashed toward that group of bandit cultivators overwhelmingly, and the exploding spiritual light illuminated half of Wogui Mountain.

Third Leader was struck in the heart by a bolt of lightning, flying backward in spasms and slamming into the courtyard wall, coughing up a mouthful of blood foam.

The other bandit cultivators, suppressed by the Formation, found it difficult to move an inch and were swarmed by the Loose Cultivators, being hacked to death by a flurry of blades.

Screams, curses, and the roars of clashing Magical Artifacts intertwined, turning this originally tranquil immortal cultivation Family station into a slaughterhouse.

Behind Heisha, five bandit cultivators at the Late Stage of Qi Refining struck almost simultaneously.

Having cooperated for many years, they didn't need verbal communication at all; just a single look locked onto their respective targets.

A scar-faced man let out a fierce roar, brandishing a ghost-head saber as large as a door. Blood-red light surged violently across the blade, slashing down squarely toward the five Wang Family disciples in front.

He had already used his full strength with this strike. Not to mention five brats at the Early Stage of Qi Refining, even if five cultivators at the Middle Stage of Qi Refining stood in a row, they would still be slashed in half at the waist into ten pieces by his single blade.

"Haha, a bunch of little brats at the Early Stage of Qi Refining, and you still dare to make a move against your grandpa!" The scar-faced man's wild laughter exploded in the night sky.

The five Wang Family disciples did not retreat.

They formed hand seals simultaneously, and five streaks of spiritual light soared into the sky from their bodies. The five-colored lights of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth intertwined in mid-air to form a rapidly spinning light wheel.

The blood-red light of the ghost-head saber slashed into the light wheel, just like hacking into a ball of cotton. That monument-splitting and rock-shattering force was dismantled layer by layer by the light wheel: the gold position discharged the force, the wood position absorbed it, the water position circulated it, the fire position scorched it, and the earth position suppressed it—the five-colored light rotated endlessly, actually swallowing that unstoppable saber strike forcefully.

The scar-faced man's pupils suddenly shrank, the flesh on his face twitched twice, and his voice even changed pitch: "Huh? How can this be!"

The exact moment his old strength had just exhausted and his new strength had not yet been born, another group of five Wang Family disciples cut in from the flank.

These five cultivators had slightly higher cultivation, all being at the Middle Stage of Qi Refining. Their Formation-forming speed was even faster than the previous group, and with a flash of spiritual light, they surrounded the scar-faced man within the Formation.

The five of them changed their Formation simultaneously. The five streaks of spiritual light no longer rotated, but instead twisted into a single strand—gold and fire in the front, water and earth in the middle, and wood acting as the rear guard—transforming into a colorful spiritual light spear that pierced in from the scar-faced man's back and pierced out through his chest.

The scar-faced man lowered his head to look at the bowl-sized transparent hole in his chest, his lips moved slightly, but not a single word could be uttered as he fell backward facing the sky.

On the other side of the front courtyard, a tall and thin fellow under Heisha's command who excelled in speed was planning to sneak around to the back of the Formation under the cover of night, only to be blocked in a corner by three seemingly defenseless Loose Cultivators.

He sneered hideously and was just about to make a move when his feet suddenly softened—at some unknown time, the ground had turned into a churning mire, and mud carrying Earth Qi entangled his feet, making him sink deeper the more he struggled.

He raised his head in panic, only to see that a large net condensed from fire had somehow been suspended above his head, intertwining and circulating as it swept down over him.

With the mire trapping his body, five collateral descendants of the Wang Family at the third layer of Qi Refining relied strictly on the mutual generation of the Five Elements through rudimentary Spells to trap and strangle a bandit cultivator at the seventh layer of Qi Refining to death right in the corner.

The moment the fire net tightened, the screams only rang out for half a breath before being swallowed up.