"Shiming, there's no need to be surprised. Today, your Seventh Great-Uncle will show you what a true swordsman is, and what it means for Sword Light to take shape."
Lin Xianzhi threw a formation flag to Lin Shiming, preparing to hand over the active control of the formation amidst Lin Shiming's bewildered gaze.
But Lin Shiming did not want it to be so; even with him controlling the formation, he could at most resist Li Xiulei's attacks. After all, his True Yuan strength was far inferior to Lin Xianzhi's.
And even so, it would still be perilous!
He simply couldn't hold off Li Xiulei for long.
And clearly, Lin Xianzhi was planning to take on Li Chengli, and even withstand Li Chengzhi, all by himself.
Before entering the formation, he saw Qian Bosheng already beaten to the point of vomiting three liters of blood, his strength reduced to a mere fraction of what it once was—his Foundation Establishment Great Perfection evidently had some discrepancy.
It might even turn into a three-on-one situation eventually!
However, without giving Lin Shiming any chance to choose, Lin Xianzhi dropped the formation flag into Lin Shiming's hands.
It was clear he had relinquished control of the formation, unless Lin Shiming was willing to let Lin Xianzhi immediately face the three from the Li Family alone.
But that was impossible, and unrealistic.
Lin Shiming took over the formation, his True Yuan flowing toward the formation flag, casting multiple Spirit Arts.
Although there was still support from the Spirit Vein, in his hands, the nine True Yuan magic artifacts instantly shrunk by half, their power reduced by sixty to seventy percent.
From a distance, Qian Bosheng, who had already been beaten to the point of vomiting blood incessantly and obviously affected by a severe poison, suddenly called out:
"Daoist Lin, you can't withdraw the formation! I have Hundred-Year Spirit Milk here, even Thousand-Year Spirit Milk!"
To Qian Bosheng at this moment, the Lin Family was like the last straw that might save his life!
But obviously, his cries were futile, as Lin Xianzhi soared out. In his hands, the Qinglian Sword had become the Green Gold Dual Swords.
His entire body's Spiritual Power also began to display attributes of both wood and metal!
His face, too, began to wrinkle, aging rapidly!
"Lin Xianzhi, you really are cultivating the Renshui Geng Metal Art!" Li Chengli couldn't help but sneer.
The true nature of the Qingxuan Sect's Renshui Geng Metal Art was obviously well-known to them!
And at that moment, Lin Shiming also confirmed something in his heart.
The flaw in his Seventh Great-Uncle's cultivation technique was likely that when fully unleashed, it consumed lifespan!
A life-shortening cultivation technique!
This made Lin Shiming break out in a cold sweat as well. If not for the system alert, he would never have known what flaws his cultivation technique might have!
Lin Xianzhi made his move. In the void, the blade light of the two swords soared out like a golden lotus blooming.
The spreading Spirit Might annihilated the remaining structures in the underground space, turning them to dust, and even the ground was stripped away to a depth of three feet.
The formidable power caused Lin Shiming and the others to frown in astonishment.
Lin Xianzhi was suddenly fighting together with the three from the Li Family—Li Chengzhi, Li Chengli, and Li Xiulei.
The sky seemed filled with endless Sword Qi, where every move and form turned into golden lotuses.
As the battle raged on, Lin Xianzhi continually swallowed Elixir Pills to restore his strength, his white hair growing increasingly aged.
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From a distance, Qian Bosheng immediately threw a small bottle to Lin Xianzhi, containing a single drop of Thousand-Year Spirit Milk.
Just like the Hundred-Year Spirit Milk, only Thousand-Year Spirit Milk could instantly restore all the True Yuan for a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
This kind of life-saving Spirit Milk hadn't been sold in the markets of Qingxuan City for a hundred years; the last bottle of Thousand-Year Spirit Milk was sold for nearly a million Spirit Stones.
After tossing the Spirit Bottle, Qian Bosheng eagerly transmitted a message to Lin Shiming.
"Young friend Shiming, I have a tactic that can turn the tide; let me into the Formation!"
Lin Shiming didn't expect the latter would actually consider fleeing into the Formation instead of taking on the pressure and was immediately angered. How could he allow him into the Formation?
But the next moment, Qian Bosheng charged straight towards the Formation.
Lin Shiming wanted to block him but found Lin Xianzhi transmitting a message to him.
Let him in.
Seeing this, Lin Shiming no longer resisted, opened up the Formation, and let the other in.
"Young friend, protect me for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Don't let anyone interrupt me!"
After speaking, Qian Bosheng took out an extremely precious grey talisman from his Storage Bag, which had a grey ruler embroidered on it.
Lin Shiming was somewhat curious and wanted to inspect it, but Qian Bosheng immediately warned him:
"Don't use your Divine Sense; this is a Fifth Rank Golden Core Magical Treasure. Your Divine Sense can't stand against it!"
Qian Bosheng's words made him jump with fright.
No wonder the latter treasured it so much—it was a Magical Treasure of a Fifth Rank Golden Core Cultivator.
This kind of Magical Treasure was even more advanced than the Purple Mansion Magical Treasures. It contained thirty percent of the might of a real Fifth Rank Golden Core Magical Treasure.
Even though it was just thirty percent, its power was far beyond the resistance of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Of course, its drawback was that it took a long time to activate.
And the origins of this Magical Treasure were evidently from within this Purple Mansion Cave Mansion.
No wonder he was so decisive in using treasures to ransom himself.
With this Magical Treasure, the Qian Family would not be at a loss!