Cultivating To Immortality

The vehicle had a peculiar shape, with four round wheels. Its body lines were sleek yet somewhat rugged, kicking up rolling dust as it sped along.

The vehicle was very fast, running much faster than he could achieve by fully employing his Wind Control Technique.

As the vehicle drew closer, Fang Hong clearly saw what was inside.

Two Cultivators dressed in black armor sat within, their faces twisted in wild laughter, their eyes revealing undisguised malice.

From their attire, Fang Hong recognized them as Cultivators from Zhao State, and these two were clearly up to no good.

Beep beep beep

Two vehicles rapidly approached within ten zhang of Fang Hong, showing no signs of slowing down, clearly heading straight for him.

Fang Hong’s expression darkened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. His figure flickered, instantly disappearing from his original spot.

The moment he vanished, the two vehicles whizzed past the spot where he had just stood, the powerful gusts of wind they created stirring up a cloud of yellow sand.

"Ah, what a pity, didn’t run him over in one go."

"Don’t rush, with the two of us working together, he won’t escape."

The two vehicles stopped not far away, and the two Zhao State Cultivators emerged from them, one thin and one stout, a stark contrast.

Both were in the Foundation Establishment Stage and were looking at Fang Hong with ill intentions.

"Kid, unfortunately for you, you’re alone. If you obediently hand over all your valuables, we can give you a quick death. Otherwise, we’ll make sure you experience the taste of being flayed and deboned."

The thin Cultivator laughed cruelly, slowly pulling out a dagger as he spoke.

"Or perhaps you’d like to try the taste of having your heart and lungs ripped out."

The stout Cultivator echoed, taking out a hook-shaped Spiritual air.

"Your vehicles are quite good. I’ve taken a liking to them. I’ll borrow them for a bit," Fang Hong said calmly, his expression serene.

"What? Vehicles are good?" The thin Cultivator was stunned for a moment.

"Kid, don’t be so arrogant." The stout cultivator was enraged. In this situation, this brat actually dared to covet their vehicles. He was simply courting death.

Unable to suppress the anger in his heart, the stout Cultivator swung the hook in his hand and lunged towards Fang Hong.

His movements were swift, the hook tracing an arc in the air, heading straight for Fang Hong’s throat.

Fang Hong’s eyes narrowed. Without rushing, he took out the Fire Dragon Short Sword from his storage bag and engaged the stout Cultivator in battle.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

The Spiritual Artifacts clashed against each other, emitting crisp sounds and sparking dazzling fire.

Both Fang Hong and the stout Cultivator were in the Foundation Establishment Stage, their strengths evenly matched, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand.

At this moment, the thin Cultivator saw that the two were in a stalemate, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

He brandished the dagger in his hand and also charged towards Fang Hong at an extremely fast speed, attempting to launch a surprise attack from behind while Fang Hong was dealing with the stout Cultivator, hoping to kill Fang Hong in one fell swoop.

Fang Hong felt the threat from behind and quickly pulled out two Extreme Speed Talismans from his storage bag, slapping them onto his body.

In an instant, his speed dramatically increased. Like a phantom, he swiftly pulled away, dodging the thin Cultivator’s sneak attack.

Immediately after, Fang Hong unhesitatingly threw out another hundred Ice Spike Talismans from his storage bag and activated them.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

In an instant, a sky full of ice spikes, like a swarm of silver arrows, fiercely shot towards the stout and thin cultivators.

"So many talismans." Seeing the sky full of ice spikes, the stout and thin Cultivators’ expressions suddenly changed, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

The stout Cultivator dared not be careless and quickly took out a silver bell from his storage bag, activating it.

The silver bell instantly grew larger, enveloping his entire body. Silver light shimmered on the bell, forming a sturdy defensive barrier.

The thin Cultivator, on the other hand, took out three round shields, which spun rapidly around him, forming a defensive circle.

Both of them frantically poured their magical power into resisting the ice spike attack.

The stout and thin Cultivators were not weak in cultivation, and their magical power was profound. Even a hundred Ice Spike Talismans would find it difficult to kill them instantly.

The ice spikes struck the silver bell and shields, making bang sounds and splashing ice flowers.

But Fang Hong had no intention of being idle. He silently chanted an incantation, performing the Great Sword Technique.

His Fire Dragon Short Sword instantly grew several sizes larger, its blade becoming wider and thicker, and it fiercely stabbed towards the stout Cultivator’s silver bell Spiritual Artifact.

Bang.

A loud bang echoed. The stout Cultivator’s silver bell, being only a high-grade Spiritual Artifact, simply could not withstand Fang Hong’s top-grade Fire Dragon Magical Sword.

The silver bell was instantly pierced, shattering into countless fragments that scattered across the ground.

Before the stout Cultivator could react, the Fire Dragon Great Sword fiercely pierced through his body.

The stout Cultivator let out a bloodcurdling scream, his eyes wide, his body impaled by the Great Sword, blood gushing out. He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Upon seeing his companion’s tragic death, the thin Cultivator’s face instantly turned pale. This time, he had hit a steel plate.

While fending off the ice spikes, he ran towards the vehicle, wanting to escape this terrifying place.

But how could Fang Hong let him have his way? He immediately redirected the Great Sword and fiercely slashed towards the thin Cultivator.

The thin Cultivator felt a murderous intent Attack from behind him. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

With a crack, the thin Cultivator was instantly cut in half by the Great Sword. Even the black armor on his body could not block Fang Hong’s sword edge.

After dealing with the two men, the Fire Dragon Great Sword rapidly shrank, transforming into a red light, and was collected by Fang Hong into his storage bag.

Fang Hong looked at the two corpses on the ground, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Should I say you were lucky? Or unlucky?"

These two were lucky to be teleported together, but unlucky to have encountered him, ultimately meeting their demise together.

Fang Hong, with a single hand gesture, drew their Storage Pouches towards him, then casually used his demon gourd to absorb their corpses, refining them into spirit pills.

He checked their Storage Pouches. There were no valuable items inside, only a few hundred spirit stones and some miscellaneous items.

What was of significant help to Fang Hong were the two four-wheeled vehicles.

He had never seen such strange vehicles before and was filled with curiosity.

Fang Hong put away one of them and walked over to the other, examining it carefully.

Strange runes were inscribed all over the vehicle, and its outer shell felt cold and hard. Fang Hong began to get inside the vehicle and tinker with it himself.

After some tinkering, Fang Hong roughly understood how to use the vehicle.

It turned out that this vehicle was powered by spirit stones. There were two pedals at the foot of the vehicle, one for accelerating and the other for decelerating.

Pressing the acceleration pedal once would make the vehicle start moving on its own, and the deeper it was pressed, the faster the vehicle would go.

Fang Hong’s eyes lit up, and he immediately pressed the acceleration pedal all the way down.

In an instant, the mysterious runes on the vehicle flashed, emitting a buzzing sound.

Immediately after, with a "whoosh," the vehicle sped off into the distance with him.

Fang Hong gripped the two handlebars on the vehicle tightly, controlling its direction.

Fang Hong’s face showed delight. This vehicle was quite convenient.

Although its speed couldn’t compare to his Fire Dragon Gourd, it was at least much faster than the Wind Control Technique, making it quite good for traveling now.

Moreover, it was simple to use, only requiring the consumption of spirit stones, unlike casting spells which consumed one’s own magical power.

This kind of vehicle had not been seen in Qin, and the various strange runes on the vehicle, Fang Hong couldn’t understand for a while. He guessed they were unique products of Zhao State.