studiobondurri Chapter 332: Fight for freedom!
Chapter 332: Fight for freedom!
Chapter 332: Fight for freedom!
"Zuo Daoist, what should we do next? If we keep stalling here, we might end up in more trouble," Feng Ling asked Zuo Qinghui through voice transmission while entangled in a fight with Zhu Si.
Although he didn't say it outright, his concern was clear. He feared that if Elder Hai, the Nascent Soul stage cultivator, showed up, their hastily gathered forces would be easily crushed.
"We focus on our task and free all the mine slaves as quickly as possible. Remember, don't abandon the mortals either. As for Elder Hai, my master has his own plans," Zuo Qinghui replied.
"I understand," Feng Ling nodded, then subtly communicated with his lips.
Feng Ling was well-known and respected among the mine slaves. Through quick exchanges with a few others, he divided their Foundation Establishment stage cultivators into two groups. One group, consisting of those with powerful artifacts and higher cultivation, would hold off the Returning to Origin Sect cultivators. The other group would split up to rescue the other Foundation Establishment stage mine slaves.
As a result, more and more Foundation Establishment stage cultivators broke free and joined the fight, turning the tide in their favor. The Returning to Origin Sect's disciple guards began to falter.
Before long, most of the imprisoned Foundation Establishment stage mine slaves had regained their powers. With their numbers and morale, they gained an overwhelming advantage.
Over the years, the Returning to Origin Sect had captured and imprisoned over a hundred Foundation Establishment stage cultivators in the mines. The mines were hidden and protected by formations, and the mine slaves' powers were restricted, ensuring safety.
Although the Returning to Origin Sect didn't expect any trouble, they hadn't relaxed their guard. They stationed over twenty Foundation Establishment stage cultivators and more than a hundred Qi refining stage disciples, with a Nascent Soul stage cultivator overseeing them.
Now, with so many Foundation Establishment stage mine slaves suddenly regaining their powers and rising in revolt, the Returning to Origin Sect's hastily assembled guards were caught off guard. Despite their coordination skills, they couldn't withstand the absolute power.
Soon, Zhu Si and the other leading cultivators were scattered. The stronger ones managed to retreat, while most of the Foundation Establishment and Qi refining stage disciples were killed, their artifacts looted.
"Never be slaves! Believe in the Dark Moon God and gain freedom!"
"Never be slaves! Believe in the Dark Moon God and gain freedom!"
Someone shouted, and others quickly echoed, their voices growing louder and more fervent. Excitement and disbelief filled their faces. Many had never dreamed of escaping the dark, sunless mines in their lifetime.
Feng Ling, having avenged his great grudge today and now leading the cultivators to defeat the guards, felt immense satisfaction. His gratitude towards the Dark Moon God grew, and he dared not forget Zuo Qinghui's instructions.
He immediately arranged for some cultivators to guard the dormitory entrance while sending others to remove the collars from the Qi refining stage mine slaves scattered in the dormitory area.
Soon, hundreds of ragged mine slave cultivators gathered in the open square at the dormitory entrance. Many, including Qi refining stage cultivators, had no idea what had happened, looking confused and even fearful.
The Returning to Origin Sect imposed severe punishments on mine slaves who attempted to escape. Despite their apparent strength, these hundreds of cultivators had not fought in a long time and feared Elder Hai, the Nascent Soul stage powerhouse overseeing the mines.
Zuo Qinghui stood on a high ground, with Feng Ling and others beside him. Hua Zhi, in a black robe, stood on the other side.
He looked at the hundreds of cultivators below, their faces filled with confusion, and his mind raced.
If all these cultivators could become devout followers of the Dark Moon God, providing their willpower, the Soul Pill technique could be perfected in an instant.
Unfortunately, cultivators had strong wills, and Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were knowledgeable and unlikely to submit easily. However, they should at least be grateful for this rescue.
Gratitude might not be as enduring as faith, but it was better than nothing and far stronger than that of mortals.
"Everyone, as cultivators blessed by the heavens, we should be free to roam the world and pursue immortality. Yet, we were thrown into these mines by the Returning to Origin Sect, with no hope of escape. My master, the Dark Moon God, couldn't stand by and sent me to rescue you. Elder Hai will be dealt with by my master. We only need to clear out the Returning to Origin Sect guards and free the mortal mine slaves to leave safely!" Zuo Qinghui declared loudly.
While pondering, Elder Hai formed another seal, and the white bone knife ignited with bone-white flames, lunging at Vajra like a living creature.
Vajra's arm moved, and the Purple Star Nine Dragons Spear's tip vibrated, unleashing a powerful force that sent the white bone knife flying.
Vajra's arm circled, and the spear's tip slashed left and right, tearing through the white flames.
"What is this..." Elder Hai was stunned.
Vajra didn't linger, immediately charging at the Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.
With the Purple Star Nine Dragons Spear in hand, Vajra's combat power was terrifying, the spear's shadows blooming like fireworks.
Wherever the spear reached, cultivators' foreheads and hearts were pierced, their protective artifacts and spells shattering on contact.
"Everyone, stay back! This demon ape is a body cultivator. Don't engage it up close!" Elder Hai shouted in anger and flew forward.
The white bone knife, which had been knocked away, stopped and slashed at Vajra again.
At that moment, Vajra's flying form suddenly halted. Its left arm glowed gold, turning into pure gold as it punched the white bone knife.
With a loud bang, the white bone knife was sent flying, leaving a deep gash on Vajra's fist, white flames burning fiercely.
Vajra ignored it, its right arm swelling as it hurled the Purple Star Nine Dragons Spear.
Whoosh!
A purple shadow shot towards Elder Hai's chest.
The move was so sudden that Elder Hai barely reacted in time. The spear was already in front of him.
Elder Hai stopped and pushed his palms forward.
Two blue ribbons shot out, wrapping around the spear. Although they were quickly shredded into pieces, they slowed the spear slightly.
Taking advantage of the pause, Elder Hai's right eye turned deep blue, enlarging with a vertical slit in the center, emitting a strange mix of demonic energy and magical power.
A cold blue beam shot from the eerie blue eye, striking the spear.
With a loud clang, the spear was knocked back.
The blue beam unleashed a chilling aura, forming a massive blue ice mountain that encased the spear, covering the ground in blue ice crystals.
"What kind of technique is this?" Vajra, with its newly awakened intelligence, was puzzled by Elder Hai's methods.
But Vajra, eager for battle, showed no fear. It vanished and reappeared near the ice mountain, punching it.
The towering ice mountain shattered into pieces, sending chunks flying at Elder Hai, each piece carrying Vajra's immense strength and emitting a terrifying sound.