Chapter 149 - Blood Bone Palm
“If your bloodline was stronger, I wouldn’t be able to hold you down today. What a pity.”
The handsome man smiled sinisterly.
Su Zimo had also realized this.
If he was at greater mastery of the Marrow Cleansing section, he would be able to kill a late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator with ease. Coupled with the Thunder Marrow Cleansing Sutra, he could definitely match a perfected Foundation Establishment Cultivator.
The handsome man’s bone staff might not even be able to bite through his flesh.
At the moment, a sense of helplessness rose in Su Zimo’s heart.
With the bone staff biting his left wrist tightly, almost half of Su Zimo’s body had gone numb and weak by now.
On the other end, his right hand was covered by the ghastly green ball of light, rendering him incapable of moving.
He pondered for a moment and with a wave of his hand, all the middle-grade spirit stones were put into his storage bag.
He had come here for the sake of spirit stones so he naturally wouldn’t give any chances.
Looking at the tens of thousands of mortals around him who had died in the kneeling position, Su Zimo sighed. A look of pity filled his eyes together with a rush of emotions.
If he hadn’t met Die Yue, he would have been no different from those mortals who could only be slaughtered by cultivators.
Why?
Why did those mortals not have spirit roots?
Senior crane once said that it was a person’s fate whether or not they had spirit roots and nothing could change that.
Without a spirit root, one would not be able to cultivate.
The way these people before him met with their ends… was that their fate as well?
Su Zimo felt indignant.
He was indignant for the hundreds of thousands of innocent lives of Linfeng City; indignant for the tens of thousands of simple and plain men in front of him.
If they could cultivate, they might not have died today.
He had Die Yue to defy the heavens and change his fate by planting a spirit root for him. But, what about them? Who could change the fates of all those people?
“Ugh!”
Sighing once more, Su Zimo left the place.
…
Outside, little crane and the others were hiding nearby, watching the spirit mine for any activity tensely.
After almost two hours, a person exited from the mine.
Leng Rou and the rest focused – it was Su Zimo!
Little crane carried Leng Rou, little fatty and the spirit tiger and hurriedly flew over with little fatty cheering in midair.
“How was it, bro? Are you alright!”
Little fatty hopped down first and asked in concern.
Su Zimo nodded.
Leng Rou’s gaze landed on Su Zimo’s right hand and she asked softly, “Your hand…”
“It’s nothing. It’s just a small injury,” There was naturally no way Su Zimo would tell the truth.
Right then, a stream of light suddenly sped over from afar. It was extremely fast and appeared before them in the blink of an eye.
It was a gigantic spirit vessel!
A picture of a mountain peak was etched onto the side of the spirit vessel.
A group of Golden Cores stood on the deck of the spirit peak. The five people leading the group were none other than the five peak masters of Ethereal Peak!
Leaping from the spirit vessel, the five peak masters surveyed the scene. Looking at the thirty odd corpses of Foundation Establishment Cultivators strewn all over the place, their eyes had a slight hint of shock.
Su Zimo and the rest had not expected that Leng Rou’s message would alarm the sect’s Golden Cores.
“Greetings, peak masters. Greetings, elders.”
Su Zimo and the other two bowed.
Nodding their heads, the five peak masters asked about everything with solemn expressions.
Little fatty related the entire incident from the beginning to the end – how they realized the oddities in Linfeng City all the way to how Su Zimo entered the spirit mine alone.
Towards the end, the disheveled old man glared at Su Zimo with a look of blame.
“Alright, let’s return to the sect first.”
At that moment, Wen Xuan came out of the spirit mine. Waving his hand, he brought Su Zimo, Leng Rou, little fatty and the two beasts up the spirit vessel.