Chapter 292: Rescue

Bai Suyuan faced the Shifang Tower crowd surging toward her like a tide. With one hand she formed a sword seal, and the tip of her sword lifted.

With a tearing sound!

Silver light burst from the sword tip, and countless silver threads sprayed out, intertwining and weaving as they stabbed in all directions like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.

Wherever they passed, a loud sizzling sound tore through the void, distorting and blurring the air. Three cultivators at the Fusion stage, caught off guard, were shredded into pieces, their severed limbs flying wildly.

Clang, clang, clang!

A series of sharp sounds like metal striking stone rang out. The surrounding Shifang Tower cultivators who had pressed forward were forced back by the tough and sharp silver threads, not daring to approach too closely.

At that moment, a dark light flashed above the crowd, revealing a figure holding a pitch-black long spear, plunging downward straight toward Bai Suyuan's head with lightning speed.

From the aura it emitted, it was unmistakably a Mahayana stage cultivator.

Bai Suyuan's reaction was naturally not slow. She turned her sword and thrust upward, the tip colliding head-on with the spear point.

Expecting the two to clash and separate, she was surprised when the black spear eerily melted into a liquid fluid, flowing down along the silver sword and creeping toward Bai Suyuan's arm.

The silver sword emitted a hissing sound, as if severely corroded, giving off white smoke and flickering spiritual light.

Startled, Bai Suyuan quickly shook her hand, trying to fling off the black liquid, but it was unexpectedly viscous—not only did it not come off, but it continued spreading toward the hilt.

At this critical moment, her eyes flashed. She decisively opened her fingers and released the sword, then flickered several times and retreated over a hundred zhang away.

But just then, a earthy yellow light suddenly burst from the ground, transforming into a thick vine wrapped in green light, winding upward toward her legs and waist.

The white gauze dress she wore immediately blazed with white light, forming a light barrier that blocked the green vine outside.

Bai Suyuan immediately flicked her wrist, producing a white silk ribbon and swinging it toward the green vine.

The white ribbon was threaded with gold silk, embroidered with patterns of crescent moons, surrounded by clusters of ancient spiritual patterns like cloud motifs, its surface flowing with light like moonlight.

As she swung her wrist, the gold-threaded white ribbon blazed with light, moving gracefully, releasing a faint moon glow as it coiled down along the green vine, binding it tightly.

Then, with a soft shout, the ribbon flashed, and the entire green vine instantly turned to stone. With a gentle sweep from her, it crumbled into powder.

This scene made the Mahayana cultivator, who had been about to press forward, pause and refrain from pursuing further.

The other Shifang Tower members, seeing Bai Suyuan's many tricks, though their eyes burned with greed, many began to keep a slight distance from her, though their glances frequently swept her way.

They could tell that Bai Suyuan still had many trump cards unrevealed; confronting her head-on now was not a good strategy. So they all waited for others to wear her down first, then take advantage.

Taking advantage of the brief respite, Bai Suyuan scanned her surroundings, her heart sinking.

The situation here was growing worse. Most of the elders and disciples of the Holy Puppet Sect were already severely injured or dead. At this rate, this square would not hold out much longer.

Her eyes dimmed. A strand of mana flowed out and merged into the talisman attached to her wrist.

A golden light lit up at her wrist, instantly spreading to envelop her entire body. With a blur, she vanished from the spot.

Yet almost at the same time, the void not far away suddenly trembled, revealing a pale golden light barrier. A figure slammed into the barrier with a bang and fell to the ground.

That figure was none other than Bai Suyuan.

After falling, she immediately flipped over and stood up, waving her hand. The gold-threaded white ribbon danced up and surrounded her.

Her eyes were full of shock as she scanned around, only to find that the Shifang Tower cultivators were equally astonished, as if no one knew when this light barrier covering nearly half the square had been set up.

Hehehe... A bunch of fellows who don't know how to cherish beauty. Stop coveting her—this woman belongs to me! At this moment, a hoarse laugh sounded. An old man in a black cloak, his face covered with gray scales and one eye missing, walked over from behind the crowd and said slowly.

Hearing this, everyone looked at him. Realizing he was a True Immortal stage cultivator, they sighed reluctantly and made way.

Among these people, the highest cultivation was only Mahayana, so naturally no one dared to contend with him.

Tsk tsk, a Moonlight Body—quite rare! I have a dual cultivation technique that suits your constitution perfectly, hehe... The old man stroked his chin, smiling at Bai Suyuan, his gaze greedily scanning the young woman up and down.

Bai Suyuan felt a chill run down her spine and a wave of revulsion rise in her heart. Subconsciously, she tightened her grip on the white ribbon.

"Fight back, the more you resist, the more interesting it gets!" After seeing her small movement, the old man licked his lips and said with a strange laugh.

As he spoke, he flicked his wrist, and a gray talisman immediately flew out from his sleeve, swift as lightning, turning into a gray streak that instantly stuck to Bai Suyuan's forehead.

She had no time to react, as if struck by a paralysis spell; all her magical power stagnated, and she could not move at all.

The one-eyed old man chuckled, reached out his hand, and grabbed toward Bai Suyuan.

This time, even if he gained nothing else, just obtaining this woman with the Moonlight Body would already be a great harvest.

Just as the old man's hand was about to touch Bai Suyuan's clothes, thunder suddenly sounded from high above, and a dazzling golden light fell straight down from the sky, transforming into a golden flying sword that slashed down abruptly.

With a "bang" sound!

The light curtain barrier the old man had set up around the perimeter was pierced by the flying sword as if it were nothing, exploding apart, but the flying sword did not relent and slashed down toward his head.

"Who is it!"

The one-eyed old man was greatly startled, withdrew his hands, and rapidly retreated hundreds of zhang before stopping, knocking over more than a dozen Shifang Tower cultivators and green-armored soldiers along the way, sending them tumbling aside.

With a sharp "clang" sound.

The golden long sword slanted into the ground, with nine stars shining brightly on its blade.

The massive surge of air blasted away all the cultivators and puppets surrounding Bai Suyuan.

Two streaks of light descended from the sky, landing before her, revealing two figures, who were none other than Han Li and his companion.

Seeing two True Immortals arriving together, both seemingly not weaker than himself, the one-eyed old man's heart tightened, and without daring to linger any longer, he activated his escape light and sped away into the distance.

"Running quite fast!" Lin Jiu lifted his Nine-Star Golden Sword, looked at the one-eyed old man, and said with a cold snort.

But after speaking, he showed no intention of pursuing, instead staying put.

Earlier, although Yun Ni was engaged in a fierce battle with Lu Ji high in the sky, she remained tense and did not relax her observation of the changes on the main island. When she realized the danger on the square, she immediately used a secret technique to send him a message, telling him to quickly go protect Lin Shiyi.

Lin Jiu and Han Li had barely arrived at the main island when, after receiving Yun Ni's telepathic message, they briefly pondered and realized Lin Eleven's true identity. Thus, they rushed over with Han Li and saved her.

Han Li glanced at Bai Suyuan, who was frozen in place. Though he had roughly guessed that Lin San was none other than Yun Ni, one of the thirteen Golden Immortals of Candao Sect, he was still somewhat puzzled as to why someone of her strength would participate in this mission.

She raised her hand and gently wiped it across Bai Suyuan's forehead. A stream of cyan light immediately flowed out, enveloping the gray talisman and gently peeling it off.

Bai Suyuan's body trembled, and she staggered before steadying herself, regaining her ability to move.

"Thank you,两位 fellow daoists," she immediately stepped forward and cupped her hands to Han Li and Lin Jiu.

Han Li and Lin Jiu both accepted her bow with composure, waved their hands, and said nothing more.

The surrounding Shifang Tower cultivators naturally dared not attack them, but the green-armored soldiers were merely bean soldiers and paid no heed to such concerns. Having mostly cleared the nearby Saint Puppet Sect cultivators, they swarmed toward Han Li and Lin Jiu.

The two had no choice but to engage them in battle once more.

Over a hundred green-armored soldiers surrounded Han Li, wielding long spears, short halberds, broad axes, and narrow blades, all striking at him.

Cyan light flowed around Han Li's body, golden scales rose on his fists, and he spun rapidly like a top, throwing punches in all directions. Amid the whistling wind, he unleashed a dense mass of golden fist shadows.

Whether it was their weapons or bodies, the green-armored soldiers emitted bursts of explosions upon contact with the fist shadows, shattering one after another, unable to withstand even a single punch.

As the green-armored soldiers' bodies exploded, countless fragments shot out, striking the bean soldiers further out, leaving bowl-sized holes in their bodies.

Han Li estimated briefly and found that in terms of physique, these green-armored bean soldiers were roughly the same as the yellow-turbaned bean soldiers he had fought earlier, but the ones before him were faster and more agile.

Many of the bean soldiers had dodged the fragments from the exploding soldiers.

At the same time, these bean soldiers seemed more tenacious in vitality; unless their entire body was completely destroyed, they would hardly cease attacking even if their heads were pierced.

While defeating the endless stream of bean soldiers, Han Li scanned his surroundings, feeling somewhat regretful. The nearby bean soldiers were all ordinary types, with no mother bean soldiers like the yellow-turbaned giant. Otherwise, he would have defeated one and obtained a green-armored mother bean to plant.

After about an hour, the number of people on the square did not decrease but instead grew larger.

From all directions of the island, streaks of light continuously rose and sped toward this area. It seemed that the entire Saint Puppet Sect had entered a stage of total collapse, with the remaining forces converging on the square.