109: Ma Xianhong was captured

Above the ruins, Lin Yuan pointed a single hand at Zhang Chulan.

The sky changed, with lightning and thunder, and dark clouds constantly swirled above Zhang Chulan.

The next second, thunder boomed, and an extremely thick bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, instantly hitting Zhang Chulan.

"Lei Qiong!!"

The thick lightning, like a raging beast, instantly and accurately struck Zhang Chulan.

"Wah!! Wah! Wah!!"

Zhang Chulan immediately raised his hands to block, but was instantly charred by the lightning, letting out continuous cries.

As the dazzling lightning slowly disappeared, Zhang Chulan's arm was scorched black, and he fainted on the ground.

Wang Ye squatted beside him, shaking his head at Zhang Chulan's miserable state.

"Hiss... Immortal Master Lin Yuan... didn't you hit him a bit too hard?"

Lin Yuan saw Zhang Chulan fall to the ground, immediately went to check on him, and explained:

"You saw it just now, in that state, many of my attacks were immune."

"I have a sense of proportion, he won't die, don't worry."

Lin Yuan looked thoughtfully at the unconscious Zhang Chulan; his Nascent Soul's strength just now was several times higher than Zhang Chulan's.

Among his peers, Zhang Chulan was almost unrivaled.

This time, Zhang Chulan was passively activated, and Lin Yuan had no way of seeing exactly how Zhang Chulan circulated his Qi, so he couldn't comprehend it.

He thought about how he had first fought a hundred-year-old man, Zhou Sheng, and now he had fought a newly born Nascent Soul.

Punching a centenarian and kicking a Nascent Soul brat.

This night, he felt like he had done something rather heartless.

Just as Lin Yuan was sighing, Ma Xianhong happened to rush over, and when he saw the fragments on the ground, his heart almost shattered.

"Immortal Master Lin Yuan! Who destroyed my furnace!!"

Ma Xianhong's voice trembled slightly.

Lin Yuan pointed with a poker face.

"The one lying on the ground... he dismantled it for you."

Ma Xianhong secretly breathed a sigh of relief; fortunately, it wasn't Lin Yuan who did it, otherwise his mental state would have truly exploded...

"Then... Immortal Master Lin Yuan... are you here to stop Zhang Chulan?"

Lin Yuan coldly shook his head.

"You're overthinking it. I was just full and wanted to stroll around the village, and I just happened to end up here."

Hearing Lin Yuan's answer, Ma Xianhong's eyes instantly dimmed... At this moment, Feng Baobao discovered Zhang Chulan collapsed on the ground and immediately went to check his physical condition.

"Chulan... what happened to him?"

"Nothing serious, he just got electrocuted and passed out. He'll wake up in a bit."

Feng Baobao nodded, helped Zhang Chulan up, and supported him to the side.

Black Tube squinted his eyes and quietly discussed with the other Temporary Workers.

"The cultivation furnace is gone. Be careful of Ma Xianhong's counterattack."

"But Immortal Master Lin Yuan is here, what does he mean? Will he team up with Ma Xianhong...?"

"No... If he really wanted to act, he would have done so by now!"

"First, find a way to restrain Ma Xianhong! Everyone find a good moment to strike! Go at him together!"

After speaking, the Temporary Workers immediately surrounded Ma Xianhong.

Now that the furnace was gone, Ma Xianhong had completely lost his mind, becoming utterly frantic.

"Ah!! You all must die!!"

Ma Xianhong roared, abandoning all defense, preparing to trade injuries.

The Temporary Workers did not have Ma Xianhong's high attack and defense capabilities, and in a short while, Ma Xianhong was beating them back.

Wang Ye looked at everyone with a grave expression.

He had originally wanted to stop Ma Xianhong's plan, which was why he agreed to cooperate with the Temporary Workers. He had to find a way to stop Ma Xianhong.

If Ma Xianhong's plan truly succeeded, the entire Outsider World would be plunged into internal strife and turmoil, which Wang Ye could not accept.

"Come on!!"

Wang Ye took his stance, and the Qimen unfolded.

"Disorderly Gold Planking!!"

Ma Xianhong instantly froze in place, as if time had paused.

Ma Xianhong's strength was very high, but since Wang Ye only needed to restrain one person, the backlash he suffered was not very great.

Although Ma Xianhong was now controlled, his Magical Artifact was a big problem.

Ma Xianhong's Three Treasure Beads were a three-in-one Magical Artifact that could alternately switch to absorb attacks.

Unless they could be broken simultaneously, Ma Xianhong would always be invincible.

For this, Wang Ye could only use the Turtle-Fly Stream, slowing himself down a hundredfold to gain a hundredfold amplification.

However, this move came with a strong price; if the consumption was too great, his body would weaken, experiencing backaches and sore waists, and in severe cases, it would burn his own life force.

"Hey, hey, hey! Are all you people from the Wang family turtles?"

"What do you mean by that, Immortal Master Lin Yuan?"

"Long-lived."

"If you want to live a few more years, use it less."

Wang Ye said with a bitter smile:

"I don't want to either, but if I don't, I can't break Ma Xianhong's protective Magical Artifact."

Lin Yuan shook his head indifferently.

"Forget it. Others can't beat those who pay to win, but you can't beat those who pay with their life... You should save your weakened body to live a few more years."

Lin Yuan slowly walked up to Ma Xianhong.

Old Ma... Old Ma... This matter, for you, is nothing but a dream, a reflection in a mirror, a flower in water. You are just a Puppet on strings, let it end here.

Lin Yuan's eyes were complex as he channeled his Qi into his fist and slammed it into Ma Xianhong's abdomen.

Bang!

Ma Xianhong's protective Magical Artifact instantly shattered into countless fragments upon encountering Lin Yuan's heavy punch.

Lin Yuan's fist didn't stop, directly sending Ma Xianhong flying.

Boom!!

A loud bang came, and Ma Xianhong directly crashed into a pile of ruins, falling unconscious.

The next second, Lin Yuan appeared before them, drawing Talismans in mid-air, sealing Ma Xianhong's Meridians and preventing him from circulating Qi.

He had seen the Heaven-Reaching Talisman on Mount Longhu and had long understood its mysteries.

The Dao of Talismans is indeed profound; the Heaven-Reaching Talisman allows one to directly borrow the power of heaven and earth to inscribe them.

Schools that study Talismans, for example, need to bathe and burn incense, and prepare Materials before making Talismans, a very complicated process.

The Heaven-Reaching Talisman bypasses all these complexities, completing in a few seconds what would take a normal person days of work.

However, for him, the Heaven-Reaching Talisman was just a means... At this moment, Ma Xianhong recovered from his daze. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Lin Yuan with disbelief.

He had thought that if Lin Yuan didn't help him, he would at least remain neutral... But he actually helped others... So... in the end, it was still... Ma Xianhong had a thousand words in his heart, but when they reached his lips, he couldn't speak them. He wanted to struggle to stand up.

But due to severe injuries, he couldn't get up.

At this moment, his lifeless eyes stared at the night sky.

My ideal... it has ultimately shattered...