Chapter 160 - 104: Borrowing Your Bodies to Make a Deal With the Ancient Immortal, Magical Artifact Lotus Platform

Chapter 160: Chapter 104: Borrowing Your Bodies to Make a Deal With the Ancient Immortal, Magical Artifact Lotus Platform

"Number 6, this target is a tough nut to crack. Why don’t we retreat!"

Looking at Number 11’s gruesome corpse, Number 12 had lost all will to fight. After all, Number 11 ranked higher than him and possessed slightly greater Power. Yet against Lu Chen, Number 11 had suffered easy Suppression with almost no ability to fight back. If even Number 11 had died such a miserable death, what hope did a lowly Number 12 have?

Capture Lu Chen alive? They would be lucky to escape from him alive! This was a monster who had grasped two types of Sword Intent during the Qi Cultivation Stage. They weren’t even on the same level.

Seeing Number 6 still standing there in silence, Number 12 couldn’t help but say, "Let’s run, bro. We still have time!"

Hearing Number 12’s words, the expression on Number 6’s face shifted unpredictably. The reason he hesitated was that Lu Chen’s current performance was far too similar to the Saint Heir they were searching for. Immense Power, outstanding talent, and ruthless methods—no matter how he looked at it, Lu Chen possessed all the qualifications to become the Black Lotus Sect’s Saint Child.

Even if it was ultimately determined that Lu Chen wasn’t the Saint Heir, capturing him alive would still be a massive achievement for Number 6. After all, if he could pull an Unparalleled Sword Immortal who had mastered two Sword Intents at the Qi Cultivation Stage into the Black Lotus Sect’s ranks, Lu Chen would at the very least become a Protector! And as the one who facilitated this, he would naturally receive a tremendous reward from the Sect Leader. With this opportunity, he might even be able to attempt a breakthrough to the Golden Core Realm—something he had previously never dared to dream of.

Faced with this massive temptation, Number 6 ultimately decided to risk it. Fortune favors the bold! It was time to go all out and cast his worries aside. He turned to Number 12 and said earnestly, "Number 12, I still have a trump card. As long as you can stall him for five seconds, I’m confident I can trap him.

"Even if we still can’t take him down after trapping him, we can retreat safely. Either way, there’s no danger."

Number 12 wondered, "Really, bro? You aren’t lying to me, are you?"

Hearing Number 6’s Telepathy, Number 12 somehow felt that this plan was a bit unreliable. He just had this nagging feeling that if they didn’t run now, they would never be able to.

Seeing Number 12 still hesitating, Number 6 immediately gave him a shot of reassurance. "Trust me. I won’t joke around with a fellow cultist’s life."

Since things had reached this point, Number 12 couldn’t bring himself to object. Gritting his teeth, he replied via Telepathy, "Five seconds. Five seconds at most. After that, no matter the outcome, I’m leaving this dangerous place immediately."

"Don’t worry. Trust me."

Their conversation seemed lengthy, but in reality, only a second or two had passed. Seeing that Lu Chen had finished absorbing Number 11’s refined essence, the two knew they had to make their move as soon as possible.

"Attack!"

As Number 6’s voice dropped, the Ancient Immortal Power within Number 12 completely erupted. He transformed into a bizarre, snake-headed humanoid and charged toward Lu Chen.

At the same time, Number 6 unleashed the blessing he had received from the Ancient Immortal. Several fleshy tumors suddenly sprouted from his shoulder. Within moments, these tumors swelled and burst open, turning into a grotesque infant’s head. He then put away his Human-Faced Drum, slit his wrist with a small knife, and placed his bleeding hand in front of the eerie head.

Faced with the temptation of fresh blood, the grotesque head didn’t hesitate to take a bite. Number 6 let out a muffled groan. Beneath his mask, his face immediately paled, and his aura visibly weakened. However, as it continuously absorbed his Essence Blood, the peculiar head grew larger and larger. Its features matured rapidly, soon resembling a normal human youth. At this growth rate, it wouldn’t be long before it aged into middle adulthood, or even old age.

It wasn’t just the grotesque head’s apparent age that changed; its aura transformed as well. A bizarre presence, completely unlike that of a normal Cultivator, began to emanate from it.

Right as Number 6 executed his Black Magic Divine Technique, Number 12 had already closed the distance in a few swift strides, arriving before Lu Chen, who had just finished refining Number 11. Knowing the terrifying nature of Lu Chen’s Sword Intent, Number 12 never intended to clash head-on. He only wanted to buy enough time for Number 6.

He figured, "I might not be able to beat you, but surely I can stall you!"

Divine Technique... Scaly Snake Poisonous Mist!

Number 12 opened his large mouth and spewed out massive amounts of purple Poisonous Fog. The moment the fog touched the concrete ground of the Pedestrian Street, it immediately produced a loud SIZZLE, displaying an extremely potent corrosiveness. However, his main goal in unleashing this Poisonous Fog wasn’t to inflict damage on Lu Chen. Instead, he wanted to use the Poisonous Fog to obscure Lu Chen’s vision and thereby buy more time.

A head-on clash? He couldn’t withstand a single blow from Lu Chen!

Lu Chen instantly saw through his intentions. Although he didn’t know what Number 6 was planning, he operated on a simple principle: whatever the enemy wanted to do, he would prevent them from doing it. A massive surge of purple flames suddenly erupted from Lu Chen’s body.

CRACKLE!

The moment Number 12’s Poisonous Fog encountered the intensely fierce and pure Purple Mist Divine Fire, it acted as if it had met its natural predator. It was immediately incinerated into plumes of white smoke, unable to edge even an inch closer to Lu Chen.

Seeing this, Number 12’s pupils instantly shrank. He hadn’t expected that apart from his outstanding Sword Skill, Lu Chen would also have such profound mastery over Divine Techniques. After all, this Poisonous Fog contained a fraction of Ancient Immortal Power!