Mortal: Fairy Song Yu has issued you a task.

Chapter 51 Go to SPA

Lin Jingchu erected a protective shield of spiritual light, blocking the shattered and flying lenses.

Fortunately, the Mist Mirror remained largely intact and unbroken, and could still be controlled. Otherwise, he would probably have had to use the "Cloud-Woven Robe" as a shield—whether it could withstand subsequent attacks was uncertain, but it might have made his opponent laugh to death.

Lin Jingchu's figure blurred, splitting into two figures that flanked the three-zhang puppet from the left and right.

Seeing this, the puppet stopped spraying water needles. The mask flashed, changing from white to red, and when it opened its mouth again, flames flickered deep within.

Upon seeing this, the two Lin Jingchus who had rushed forward immediately clashed! In the instant the main body brushed past them, he touched his storage bag and found a dark gold treasure cone in his hand.

After making his decision today, Song Yu gave him several of his treasures. This golden cone was obtained from the strong man. Its body was infused with a lot of gold essence, and it was sharp enough to pierce armor and had considerable power.

However, this top-tier magic weapon, like the Azure Wing Boat, requires secret methods to refine before it can be used at will. The burly man must have seized it by force, which is why he could only hold it in his hand and stab it with brute force.

The main body raised its arm and hurled the treasure cone like a javelin, while the clone fully activated its Wind-Stepping Shadow-Splitting Boots, increasing its speed and following closely behind the treasure cone.

The puppet refused to back down. Its icy moon wheel spun, and its giant sword swept across to parry. The flames gathering in its mouth erupted with a deafening roar, transforming into a raging sea of ​​fire that engulfed everything in its path!

Lin Jingchu countered each move, slashing out a cold moonlight arc with his sword to block the incoming giant sword. His clone, meanwhile, leaped up, and just before being shattered into specks of light by the cold moon wheel, delivered a mid-air kick, striking the very end of the golden cone.

"call out--!"

With this help, the golden cone transformed into a golden ray of light and bravely shot into the raging sea of ​​fire!

boom--

The golden cone struck the puppet's head precisely, and a spiritual thread behind it immediately snapped.

As the flames, now exhausted, dissipated, a huge crack appeared on the head of the three-zhang puppet, where the deep wound originally slashed by Lin Jingchu had been split open. The treasure cone had precisely struck the center, embedding itself in the crack like a golden nail.

"Damn it!" Hundreds of miles away, Du Dong, who was controlling the puppets, was furious. However, he now understood how Lin Jingchu had managed to escape unscathed in the first place.

"Ha, revealing your trump card only destroyed the puppet's head. Let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Before Lin Jingchu could even catch his breath, he summoned his clone again.

Two figures moved around the three-zhang puppet at high speed like fleas, their leaf-splitting blades constantly slicing out thin arcs of cold moonlight, leaving three-inch knife marks on the puppet's body like scraping.

"Is that Lin guy... running out of magic power?" Du Dong thought to himself. It made sense; that clone technique must have been incredibly taxing. But he still didn't dare to be careless, focusing intently on controlling the puppet to press forward relentlessly.

After a dazzling chase and slashing, the puppet's heavy mace tore through the air and slammed down on Lin Jingchu.

The Misty Mirror managed to hold out for a moment, then with a "boom," its spiritual light exploded, and dust billowed up.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the figure had completely vanished.

"Good! Let's see how long you can last with only your true form left!" Du Dong was overjoyed. Although he had used up more than half of his magic power, his opponent must be at his last gasp.

Little did he know that the one struck was Lin Jingchu himself.

Lin Jingchu detonated the Spirit Violence Talisman at close range, using the exploding spiritual light to simulate the disintegration of his clone. At the same time, he used the Earth Escape Talisman given to him by Song Yu, instantly escaping ten zhang away.

"Cough—" He raised his hand to cover his mouth, forcing down the surging blood.

Although he deliberately took the hit, he was still seriously injured. The already damaged Mist Mirror shattered completely and was put into his storage bag.

During the process of burrowing underground, he was also affected by the terrifying shockwave from the heavy mace hitting the ground, causing his internal organs to shift and his bones to become soft.

Lin Jingchu took a short breath and, ignoring his body's violent protests, first used an invisibility talisman to conceal his figure, and then took out a golden talisman.

It was his most powerful offensive weapon—the Blazing Sun Banner Talisman.

He suppressed the stinging pain in his meridians and exerted all his strength to activate his magical power.

Unlike the slow and laborious process of activating magic during the Qi Refining stage, after Foundation Establishment, both the quality and quantity of magic power leaped forward, and in the blink of an eye, a banner gradually took shape!

Hundreds of miles away, Du Dong roared, "Let's go to the spa!"

As the puppet's giant sword swept across, Lin Jingchu's clone, along with the fake Shadow Mist Mirror, was shattered into spiritual light.

"What? This is fake too! The real body escaped?" Du Dong witnessed this scene through the puppet, his eyes instantly turning red. However, the next moment he exclaimed in shock, "The Blazing Sun Banner Talisman?! So you killed the descendant of the Blazing Sun Old Monster of the Demon Flame Sect!"

The invisibility talisman could no longer conceal the terrifying power of the fully activated Blazing Sun Banner Talisman.

Du Dong immediately activated the Frost Moon Wheel to condense a shield.

It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, but he knew that the Blazing Sun Banner's attack was lock-on, and this puppet was three zhang tall, so there was no way to dodge it. Moreover, once the String Puppet was unsealed and entered combat mode, it could not autonomously seal itself back into its shrunken, projectile state.

Because of the puppet's enormous size, even with Du Dong's surging magical power, the icy shield ultimately failed to completely envelop the puppet in time.

Six golden fireballs arrived one after another, followed by a deafening explosion.

The forest instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the cold moon, emitting blue smoke, rolled away.

The three-zhang puppet was in even worse shape; most of its wooden body was shattered, leaving only one hand and one leg to crash to the ground, and the spiritual threads were severed, leaving only the corresponding three.

Lin Jingchu retrieved the dim and lifeless talisman, which was only left for one last time. He picked up his sword and strode forward, his speed increasing until he stirred up a shower of sparks as he charged toward the fallen puppet.

He dodged the sweeping attack of the twisted greatsword, a flash of cold moonlight slashed through, severing the joints and severing the arm. Then, with a backhand slash, he thrust the blade into the gap in the chest and abdomen, shattering the core.

With the spiritual line snapped, Du Dong completely lost sight of the scene.

He hurriedly urged the white bone scepter beneath his feet and flew swiftly towards the battlefield.

However, upon arriving at the still-burning forest, Lin Jingchu had already vanished without a trace. The puppet's intact half-body and the two top-tier magical artifacts had also disappeared without a trace, leaving only the twisted and broken giant sword and mace at the scene.

Du Dong stood there, trembling slightly, his chest filled with raging anger and resentment, and said, "Lin Jingchu, I'll remember you!"

He suppressed his anger and cleaned up the scene. Even though his identity had most likely been exposed, his long-standing habit still made him unwilling to leave any trace.

After doing all this, Du Dong vanished into the forest in a flash, heading towards the meeting point he had arranged with the others from the Thousand Illusions Sect.

Half an hour later, the cultivator surnamed Zhao arrived at the meeting point in his escape light.

"I failed to capture that woman surnamed Song due to my incompetence. Just as I was about to break through the mine's protective array, the mid-stage Core Formation cultivator from the Shen family arrived from Tiantong City. It took me quite a bit of effort to get rid of him."

Du Dong calmly waved his feather fan: "It's alright. The purpose of this trip was to obtain the Nine-Aperture Jade Lotus. Tripping the Heavenly Dao Alliance envoys was just a side effect. Those two were lucky."

Having said that, he said no more and led his men away quickly.

Meanwhile, the two "lucky" ones—Lin Jingchu and Song Yu—had already met at the pre-arranged meeting point.

Upon seeing that familiar, serene figure standing quietly in a pristine white robe, Lin Jingchu could no longer hold on, and the mid-grade spirit stone he had been tightly gripping to replenish his mana fell from his hand.

The next moment, the speeding Azure Wing Boat wobbled a few times and plunged headlong, crashing directly into and breaking the trunk of a thick tree.

Amidst the flying sawdust, Lin Jingchu's body was thrown out by the immense inertia before landing in a warm, soft embrace.

A familiar, refreshing fragrance lingered in his nostrils, and he drifted completely into unconsciousness, his last thought flashing through his mind:

Humans are far too fragile!