Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

Chapter 1247: Chapter 432: Lu Ping’an Battles Patriarch Sima!_3

Unable to discern what kind of Body Refinement Technique the opponent was cultivating, it was exceptionally domineering.

Each move and style seemed to possess a bit of the power of Magical Treasures.

“Such a commotion is astonishing.”

“Did the Black Scaled Eagle just head towards the Lu Family Caravan?”

“Could it be that this Black Scaled Eagle really belongs to the Sima Family, and it’s going to intercept the Lu Family Caravan?”

“Wasn’t it just recently that the Sima Sijie were planning to make a move on Bi Lake Mountain? Could it be that the Sima Sijie failed to intercept them?”

“This level of commotion feels beyond a normal Foundation Establishment battle.”

Meanwhile, near Jiulian Mountain, many from different forces noticed the spot where Patriarch Sima fell and, facing the direction of the intense commotion coming from afar, speculated about what was happening.

As the battle continued for a long while, some cultivators couldn’t hold back their curiosity, approached cautiously, and wanted to see what was happening.

“Talisman Formation, Ling Zixiao, the Lady of the Lu Family, actually knows the art of Talisman Formation too.”

“Who is fighting in this Talisman Formation, it’s astonishing!”

“Hm, this is Sima Tai from the Sima Family’s three elders, who are these two people?”

“The one in the silver armor is Lu Ping’an from Bi Lake Mountain, isn’t he at the Middle Stage of Second Order Body Refinement? Something seems odd here.”

“Who is the elder battling him?”

Some cultivators reached a few miles away from the Lu Family Caravan’s encampment, watching the battle from afar, deeply shocked.

Lu Ruyi and Zhou Datong seeing this, immediately soared into the sky, guarding from both sides to prevent any cultivators from sneaking closer.

Lu Lingxiao stood guard next to his own mother.

Ling Zixiao was deploying the Talisman Formation, and it would be dangerous if someone approached and attacked.

But only Ling Zixiao knew that inside their carriage sat a seductively beautiful woman.

As long as Lu Ping’an faced danger, the Thousand Faces Puppet Fox would immediately take action.

“Boom boom boom—”

Inside the Talisman Formation, the roaring sounds were ceaseless.

Lu Ping’an and Patriarch Sima continuously bombarded each other.

Whenever Lu Ping’an was at a disadvantage, Ling Zixiao would intervene through the Talisman Formation to alleviate some pressure on him.

“Damn this Talisman Formation!”

Patriarch Sima was extremely frustrated in his attacks.

If it were a one-on-one fight with Lu Ping’an, he was confident he could defeat him.

But fighting like this, a swirling Tempest of Thunderfire would suddenly strike him, which was incredibly frustrating.

He glanced over at Sima Tai.

Seeing him enveloping himself with a Bronze Bell to dodge the offensive power of the Talisman Formation, he felt a mix of disappointment and frustration.

“Younger brother, take action!”

He shouted loudly, signaling Sima Tai to help share some pressure.

If Sima Tai could withstand most of the Talisman Formation’s assaults and deplete it, he believed he could assure the defeat of Lu Ping’an.

“Yes, second uncle…”

Sima Tai wanted to refuse, indicating not to trouble him.

But since his own ancestral master had spoken, he dared not disobey.

Immediately, he made a Gesture Incantation, mana surged, and he suspended the Bronze Bell above his head, driving his Life-bound Spiritual Artifact towards Lu Ping’an.

“You dare to show yourself, seeking death.”

Seeing this, Ling Zixiao snorted coldly, hands forming Gesture Incantations.

In an instant, within the Talisman Formation, winds and fire swept across, vines grew wildly, and frost descended from the sky, targeting Sima Tai.

“Ah, second uncle save me!”

Sima Tai hurriedly pushed the Bronze Bell to its limits, shrouded with strands of gray mist.

Yet even so, he still felt a mix of cold and hot sensations, with vines binding his legs.

“Damn it.”

Patriarch Sima seeing this, had to split his focus, sending a spell to relieve Sima Tai from the Talisman Formation’s assault.

However, at that instant, Lu Ping’an seized the opportunity. His fists, golden and overflowing with storm through, created numerous afterimages, hammering towards the Leveling Ruler.

“Boom boom boom—”

As if heaven and earth were being destroyed, the strength of the punches made the Magical Treasure continuously tremble, causing the face of this True Pill Master, Patriarch Sima, to suddenly turn white as he hastily drove his own Life-bound Magic Treasure.

“How many talismans does this woman have in her hands?”

Patriarch Sima, seeing Ling Zixiao occasionally replenishing talismans, also realized that it might be challenging to withstand until the talismans were depleted.

“Break the formation, let’s go!”

Immediately, he made up his mind, preparing to break the formation and escape with Sima Tai.

“Ping’an.”

Ling Zixiao instantly recognized his intention and alerted Lu Ping’an.

Lu Ping’an, moving like a dragon, his silver armor showing several damages.

But his muscles still shone brilliantly, as if forged from gold, with a silhouette of a Black Dragon faintly visible around him.

At this moment, his Black Dragon Codex, along with the Hundred Refinements Treasure Body Art running at its peak, caused his Black Dragon Dao Foundation and Foundation Establishment Power to surge, sensing an opportunity to break through from the Initial Stage of Foundation Establishment to the Middle Stage.

“Fellow Daoists, please stop, I came here on an important matter to discuss.”

Patriarch Sima, seeing Lu Ping’an in front of him like a war god, unstoppable, still decided to speak from his heart.

Otherwise, continuing to battle like this, even if he could break the Talisman Formation and escape, he would still be severely injured and pay a great price.

“This False Core Patriarch, is he admitting defeat?”

Lu Ruyi, Zhou Datong, and others hearing this, looked towards Patriarch Sima within the Talisman Formation, their expressions somewhat dazed, thinking they had misheard.

After all, this was a False Core Patriarch.

Even though they knew their older brother was extremely powerful in battle and saw their aunt deploying formations, it still seemed unbelievable.

“Important matter to discuss?”

Ling Zixiao, hearing this, had a cold gaze, scoffed.

Without stopping her hands, one talisman after another blended into the Talisman Formation, continuing to bombard Patriarch Sima.

“You presumptuous maid! You’ve gone too far!”

Patriarch Sima burst out in anger.

He, a high and mighty False Core Patriarch, was willing to lower his head and give way, but Ling Zixiao, a mere Foundation Establishment Cultivator, was humiliating him like this.