Scum Of The Demonic Sect

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Powerful Little Monk

After the little monk finished speaking, he flung both hands towards Lin Haoming.

The mother and child swords of the Mother-Child Swords flew towards Lin Haoming together.

Lin Haoming patted his storage bag, and the tortoise-shell shield instantly appeared in front of him.

Two loud "clangs" were heard as the Mother-Child Swords heavily struck the tortoise-shell shield.

Although Lin Haoming controlled the tortoise-shell shield, the two impacts forced him to retreat several steps. Looking at the Mother-Child Swords again, he found that the flying swords were now dull and lifeless. Clearly, the force of the impact on the tortoise-shell shield had been too great, causing considerable damage to the flying swords.

Looking again at the tortoise-shell shield, two fine cracks had appeared on its once incredibly hard surface. Although the cracks were inconspicuous, they left marks, indicating a power exceeding that of a mid-grade magic weapon inflicted by a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining stage.

Knowing Xie Ruolan was nearby, perhaps setting up a magic array to prevent the young monk from escaping using escape techniques or talismans, Lin Haoming's primary concern was stalling him.

Having been with Xie Ruolan so many times, their teamwork was now extremely smooth.

"Benefactor, your tortoise shell is quite nice. If I crush it and grind it into powder, it could be used as medicine. Why don't you give it to me?" the young monk said mockingly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was already upon Lin Haoming.

Lin Haoming had anticipated his speed, but not this fast. Fortunately, he was prepared; a stone armor talisman had already been activated, and he saw the young monk's fists simultaneously strike the stone armor that had appeared on his body. Although the stone armor talisman had been activated, Lin Haoming was still sent flying backward by the punch. While his stone armor wasn't completely shattered, cracks appeared, clearly indicating it couldn't withstand a second blow. He felt his blood churning.

For the first time, Lin Haoming felt an unspeakable threat from the young monk before him. From the spiritual energy unleashed by the monk's attack, he discovered that the young monk was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Lin Haoming hadn't expected a body-refining cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining to be so strong.

Ignoring everything else, he immediately patted his storage bag, and the Five Elements Sword swiftly appeared, circling around him to prevent the young monk from launching further attacks.

"Hmm? The Five Elements Sword? You're not a disciple of the Demonic Sect, so how come you possess the Five Elements Sword from the Heavenly Sword Mountain and the Five Elements Sword Ancestor lineage?" the young monk asked in surprise upon seeing the Five Elements Sword.

Lin Haoming, too lazy to explain, felt a surge of frustration from being beaten so badly. Since the other was just a young monk at the eighth level of Qi Refining, he wasn't sure he couldn't defeat him. So, he directly pointed at the Five Elements Sword repeatedly, and the sword flashed with five different colored lights, then transformed into five beams of light that slashed towards the young monk.

This Five Elements Sword was a high-grade magic weapon, and the young monk seemed hesitant to use his hands to catch it. Instead, he took off a string of prayer beads hanging around his neck. With a flash of yellow light, the beads instantly grew several times larger, and the young monk wielded them like a whip.

A series of clanging sounds rang out as the Five Elements Sword struck the young monk, only to be deflected by the prayer beads.

Only then did Lin Haoming realize that the prayer beads in the young monk's hand were also a high-grade magic weapon.

Using the Five Elements Sword, even though his cultivation had increased to the ninth level of the Qi Refining stage, Lin Haoming still felt very strained. Although he unleashed all five swords simultaneously, only three were truly threatening; the other two were merely for show. If he were to distribute his mana evenly across all five swords, it would be disastrous.

Lin Haoming also noticed that although the young monk was on the defensive, he wasn't expending much mana wielding his prayer beads; he was mainly relying on his physical strength.

Lin Haoming didn't care about anything else at this moment. He directly popped two high-grade Qi-restoring pills into his mouth, refining them to replenish his spiritual energy.

Qi-restoring pills are elixirs used by Qi Refining stage cultivators to quickly restore their spiritual energy. Although ancient texts recorded many types of such pills, after a process of natural selection, only Qi-restoring pills remained and were accepted by most people.

In fact, this applies not only to Qi-restoring pills, but also to Qi-circulating pills, Qi-gathering pills, and Qi-harmonizing pills that enhance cultivation. These types of pills are the most practical, having survived the long-term process of natural selection in the cultivation world. Other pills are either less effective or have excessively expensive raw materials, making them poor value for money.

Of course, even a high-grade Qi-restoring pill wouldn't be enough to replenish Lin Haoming's current mana depletion; it could only slow down the rate of mana consumption. However, Lin Haoming felt that was sufficient.

After sensing the effects of the Qi-restoring pill, he cast a spell on each of the two flying swords within the Five Elements Sword. Instantly, the two flying swords flashed with light and merged into one. The original seven-foot-long flying swords transformed into a large sword over eight feet long, which, with a loud shout from Lin Haoming, slashed down towards the little monk.

The young monk, who had been observing Lin Haoming's techniques, roared upon seeing the two swords combine. His already similar height to Lin Haoming suddenly increased by a foot, his muscles bulging, transforming him into an iron tower in an instant. He flicked his prayer beads, which swirled around his palm several times, becoming like gauntlets, and then punched the descending greatsword.

Lin Haoming had tested his combined sword strike before; its power was no less than a full-force attack from a Qi Refining stage cultivator using a high-grade magic weapon. Yet, this very strike deflected the greatsword, sending it flying. Unable to withstand the force of a punch, the greatsword disintegrated again in mid-air.

After punching the greatsword away, the young monk's handsome face revealed a hint of excitement as he said, "That felt good. You demonic cultivator are much more fun than that kid before. Since you can display the Vajra Body better than me, I'll recite a few more Buddhist verses during your 'Deliverance' later, so you won't fall into the demonic path again in your next life."

Lin Haoming sensed that the young monk was completely mocking him. In his eyes, he was no match for him at all. And now, he could see that the young monk seemed to have had enough and was about to kill him.

Looking at the young monk, who now seemed like an iron tower, Lin Haoming truly had no confidence in defeating him. He had stalled him for so long; Xie Ruolan should have made her move by now. Why hadn't she made a move?

Seeing the little monk quickly deflect several flying swords and then rush towards him, Lin Haoming immediately shouted, "Senior Sister, help!"

Lin Haoming shouted, but the little monk ignored him completely. The prayer beads wrapped around his hand coiled into a whip, which he lashed out at Lin Haoming.

Lin Haoming, terrified, turned pale and threw out a golden talisman, then turned and fled.

Facing the talisman, the little monk merely flicked his wrist, sending the prayer beads striking the talisman, shattering it instantly.

After shattering it, he looked at Lin Haoming, who was already several dozen feet away, and appeared beside him in a flash, sneering, "Now you think you can run away?"

A smile appeared on Lin Haoming's previously terrified face. The little monk, sensing something was wrong, immediately understood.