Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

It seemed that any magic spell falling on this spiritual energy shield would be easily dissolved.

In fact, this was the strength of the shield formed by primordial spiritual power. It embraced everything and absorbed it all, thus easily repelling attacks of all attributes, offering all-around protection.

In terms of defense power alone, it was indeed peerless at the same stage.

But before they could react, Jiang Fan acted.

Golden Light Talisman!

This was the fifth life talisman on Jiang Fan.

Though it was engraved relatively recently, he spent a large amount of luck points to elevate the skill level of this life talisman to mastery level, enhancing the power of the Golden Light Talisman several times over.

Jiang Fan activated the Golden Light Talisman within him, and his entire body seemed shrouded in golden light, instantaneously unleashing six golden beams of light, all condensed of gold spiritual power, containing terrifying sharpness.

”Damn.”

Perceiving this terrifying power, the group of tribulation cultivators’ faces changed dramatically. This golden light was akin to the sword Qi condensed by a sword cultivator, possessing immense power.

They each activated the defense technique on themselves, causing a spiritual energy shield to manifest around their bodies.

Trying to fend off this attack.

Boom~~

The next second, the golden beams instantly pierced through, slashing through the sky, arriving right before these six tribulation cultivators.

With a swoosh, the golden light effortlessly penetrated their spiritual energy shields, just like cutting through paper.

Then their heads were pierced by the golden beams.

Their entire heads exploded instantly, blood and flesh muddled.

In an instant, they turned into six headless corpses.

”Impressive power.”

Jiang Fan felt quite satisfied with the power of the Golden Light Talisman; a regular spiritual energy shield faced with the power of the golden light was like paper, utterly impossible to withstand.

This also granted him destructive power akin to that of a sword cultivator.

If the power of the Golden Light Talisman continued to rise, perhaps he could break ten thousand spells with a single strike like a sword cultivator.

Without a doubt, his current strength was virtually invincible at the mid-stage Qi Cultivation.

He could even compete with Seventh-Layer Qi Cultivation cultivators.

Of course, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to choose to fight with late-stage Qi Cultivation cultivators.

”So strong.”

Fan Wei and his wife Li Zhou, seeing this scene, couldn’t help but swallow.

Originally, encountering this group of tribulation cultivators made them despair, thinking they were doomed.

But who could have thought, this mysterious neighbor’s combat power was so overwhelmingly strong.

With a wave of his hand, he annihilated six tribulation cultivators.

Such combat power was on par with sect disciples, if not superior.

Could this be a disciple from an immortal family?

To be so strong was really remarkable.

Instantly, their gaze towards Jiang Fan turned extremely reverent.

After all, in the cultivation realm, the strong were revered.

”Fellow Daoist Fan, the situation is getting more chaotic.”

”It’s not advisable to stay here long.”

”We should leave the shantytown quickly.”

With a grand gesture, Jiang Fan quickly collected the storage bags and magical artifacts of the six tribulation cultivators, as they were his spoils of war, impossible to discard here.

However, he sensed that both the Cyan Forest Market and the shantytown seemed to have become chaotic.

If they stayed here, they might encounter late-stage Qi Cultivation tribulation cultivators.

So it’s better to flee for now.

”Okay, Fellow Daoist Jiang, come with me.”

Hearing these words, Fan Wei couldn’t help but nod.

Now wasn’t the time to speculate on Jiang Fan’s identity.

If they didn’t escape quickly, his family might die here.

Compared to his life, Fellow Daoist Jiang’s identity was a minor issue.

Under Fan Wei’s lead, Jiang Fan and Su Weiwei ran together, traversing dozens of miles, completely leaving the shantytown.

With Fan Wei’s twists and turns, the group arrived at a secluded valley.

Moreover, the valley seemed to have a simple wooden hut built in it.

Small yet fully equipped.

”Fellow Daoist Jiang, this counts as one of my secret bases.”

”When hunting demon beasts deep in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range.”

”If I can’t make it back, I would rest here.”

”Old hunters would have similar secret bases.”

Fan Wei smiled slightly.

”A rather good hideout indeed.”