181: Chapter 181 The Golden-Winged Eagle

Li Changqing, however, had been prepared. The xuangui shield appeared at his thought, its thick, tortoise-shell-shaped surface forcefully blocking the strike for Little Black.

Amidst the surge of spiritual power, he retreated rapidly, simultaneously releasing the Black Armor Turtle with a backhanded motion to entangle the Foundation Establishment Late Stage Chi Ling Valley Cultivator.

Before this, a flash of light burst from Li Changqing's Spirit Beast Pouch, and four dragon roars resounded throughout the Withered Wood Forest.

Two Late Stage Second-Order Mystic Ice Flood Dragons and two Middle Stage Second-Order Mystic Ice Flood Dragons roared out. An intensely cold Qi instantly permeated the surroundings, and wherever they passed, the branches of the withered trees froze with a thin layer of white frost.

"Ice Seal!"

The four flood dragons opened their mouths in unison, and freezing Qi poured down like a waterfall, instantly causing the other Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator and the Red Flame Python he controlled to become sluggish, with thick ice shells forming over their fur and scales.

This Chi Ling Valley Cultivator felt his limbs stiffen and his spiritual power circulation become difficult. His expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly summoned a defensive Spiritual Artifact to struggle in defense.

Li Changqing's figure flickered repeatedly in the air, his gaze turning cold as the spirit binding ring flew from his hand.

The golden ring expanded in the wind, transforming into a circle several zhang wide. Carrying an unrivaled binding force, it captured the frozen Red Flame Python in mid-air.

The golden light tightened suddenly, and the sound of crushing bones was clearly audible.

"Stop!" The Cultivator controlling the Red Flame Python's eyes were splitting with rage, but he was tightly entangled by the two Late Stage Second-Order Mystic Ice Flood Dragons and could not escape.

The Red Flame Python didn't even have time to let out a wail before it died on the spot.

Even though he immediately released two Early Stage Second-Order Seven-Colored Pythons, they were intercepted by the remaining two Middle Stage Second-Order Mystic Ice Flood Dragons. Under the fierce onslaught of the Mystic Ice Flood Dragons, the two Seven-Colored Pythons retreated steadily, their defeat already apparent.

At this moment, the red-robed elder saw that the situation was unfavorable and wanted to control the Raging Fire Eagle to break through and seek reinforcements.

However, the Demon Flame Nether Wolf bit onto the eagle's leg and refused to let go, and Mo Yuan put his full strength into activating the Soul-Devouring Demonic Pearl, a pitch-black beam of light shooting straight at the elder's glabella.

"Want to leave? Too late!"

Mo Yuan's figure flashed, the black light of the Soul-Devouring Demonic Pearl flared, and the Thousand Soul Banner swayed gently. Several Second-Order fierce ghosts and vengeful spirits transformed into a dark, giant net, tightly binding the red-robed elder and the Raging Fire Eagle.

The Demon Flame Nether Wolf seized the opportunity to pounce, its black flames scorching the Raging Fire Eagle's scales and making a hissing sound.

Immediately after, Mo Yuan summoned his long sword, which transformed into a streak of light and swept out. The sword light divided into thousands, like snow filling the sky, sealing off all of the elder's paths of retreat.

The red-robed elder's protective spiritual light was shredded by the sword net, his close-fitting heart-protecting mirror was knocked away by a single strike, and he flew backward while spitting blood.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan waved the Thousand Soul Banner, and dozens of vengeful spirits shrieked as they pounced on the elder, instantly devouring his Divine Soul completely.

After the red-robed elder died, the Raging Fire Eagle also died shortly thereafter.

On the other side, the middle-aged man had already been poisoned by the scorpion, and being entangled by the xuangui shield, he was killed when Li Changqing, having freed up his hands, used the Cloud Shadow Sword Technique to slit his throat, causing him to fall to the ground and die.

The last Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator only lasted a few breaths under the siege of the four flood dragons before his protective spiritual light was torn apart, and he perished on the spot.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all three Chi Ling Valley Cultivators were executed.

The Withered Wood Forest returned to silence, leaving only severed limbs, broken ice, and the lingering Devilish Qi and cold mist on the ground.

The Golden-Winged Roc lay on the ground, its wings trembling slightly, already on the verge of death.

Li Changqing withdrew his Spirit Beasts, his face slightly pale. His spiritual power consumption had been significant, but his eyes remained as sharp as before.

He glanced at Mo Yuan and said indifferently, "Fellow Daoist Mo, I have fulfilled my promise."

Mo Yuan laughed heartily, put away his demonic artifacts, sat down on the ground, took out a Medicinal Pill and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Fellow Daoist Li, your methods are extraordinary. If you hadn't intervened today, I, Mo Yuan, would likely have been handled by these Chi Ling Valley grandsons."

He caught his breath and pointed at the Golden-Winged Roc. "Fellow Daoist Li, you have a way to completely control this Peak Second-Order Golden-Winged Roc, right?"

"As long as Fellow Daoist Li makes a copy of the Earth Rank Spiritual Technique 'Soul Condensation Spike' obtained from the Ancient Cave Abode for me, this Golden-Winged Roc will be yours. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Li?"

"Furthermore, I, Mo, can swear an oath never to spread it, and I will never reveal what happened here or any information regarding you! Besides that, all the treasures, Spirit Stones, Medicinal Pills, and rare Materials seized in this battle will still be divided equally between us according to our previous agreement, without any partiality."

Hearing this, Li Changqing walked slowly to the front of the Golden-Winged Roc and bent down to carefully examine its injuries and internal condition.

He saw that the Golden-Winged Roc not only had deep wounds on its flesh, but its Meridians were also haunted by an overbearing and cold red Restriction force, clearly a unique forbidden technique used by Chi Ling Valley to forcibly enslave Spirit Beasts.

At this moment, the Restriction was already restless and backfiring, constantly eroding its Divine Soul Origin, which was why it had broken free from control and ended up in such a miserable state.

"Treating the physical injuries of this roc is simple. The hardest thing to resolve is the severe damage to its Divine Soul caused by its forced struggle against the beast-control forbidden technique planted by Chi Ling Valley!"

Li Changqing spoke slowly, his tone steady. "It seems the forbidden technique planted by the Chi Ling Valley Cultivator on this roc has been in place for a very short time and has not yet fully taken root in its Divine Soul, which is why the roc had the opportunity to break free from the shackles with its Divine Soul."

"It can only be treated by slowly refining and guiding it with gentle methods, expending rare Divine Soul Spirit Medicine."

Mo Yuan nodded upon hearing this, without the slightest displeasure. "I Cultivate Demonic Path Cultivation Techniques, which have always been based on fierce and treacherous paths. I am not skilled in taming birds and Spirit Beasts, and I know even less about resolving the beast-control Restrictions of such orthodox Sects."

"If this Golden-Winged Roc stays in my hands, its soul will only return to heaven and earth. Handing it over to you is the better outcome. Using this half-crippled Second-Order Spirit Beast to exchange for an Earth Rank Spiritual Technique cultivation method specializing in the Divine Soul like 'Soul Condensation Spike' means I am taking advantage of you. However, I, Mo, can take the blame for killing the Chi Ling Valley Cultivators for you, saving you trouble."

Li Changqing saw that his intentions were sincere and that he was already bound by a Heart Demon oath, so he would definitely not have any ulterior motives. Since making a copy for him to Cultivate himself was also acceptable, he nodded and agreed. "Very well, I agree to this matter. Later, I will use a Jade Slip to copy the complete 'Soul Condensation Spike' technique mantra and deliver it to you without a single error."

"Fellow Daoist Mo Yuan needs to swear an oath that after leaving the Taixu Secret Realm, you will strictly keep today's events and the secrets of the Cultivation Technique."

Mo Yuan immediately raised his hand, invoked his own Divine Soul, and swore a heavy Heart Demon oath.

Once the oath was set, his Divine Soul was firmly bound by invisible rules. Unless he severed his own Dao path, there was absolutely no possibility of going back on his word or leaking the secret.

With the oath established, the two immediately set about counting the spoils of war.

The Storage Pouches and Spirit Beast Pouches of the three Chi Ling Valley Cultivators were taken out one by one. Inside were Spirit Stones, healing Medicinal Pills, offensive and defensive Talismans, low-grade Spiritual Artifacts, and beast-taming Secret Manuals, as well as many Spirit Beast cultivation resources unique to Chi Ling Valley.

The most precious treasures were the two golden core formation pills found in the Storage Pouches, exactly one for each of them.

The two acted openly and honestly, categorizing and counting everything one by one. The Spirit Stones were divided equally, the Medicinal Pills and Talismans were split in half, and they yielded to each other regarding rare Materials. There was no dispute throughout the entire process, and they quickly distributed all the resources properly.