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

Chapter 1252: Chapter 433: Self-Detonating Magical Treasures, Pursuit for 3000 Li!_4

“Boom!”

Lu Ping’an’s fist, glowing with golden light, suddenly slammed towards the large tree ahead.

“Bang——”

The large tree exploded instantly, turning into a swirling rain of wood fragments.

A streak of black shadow suddenly darted into the air, fleeing swiftly in another direction.

Seeing this, Lu Ping’an continued his pursuit.

Just like that, the two figures chases each other relentlessly.

…

Three thousand miles south of Jiulian Mountain, amidst endless mountains, stood a mid-sized marketplace called ‘Misty Rain Market,’ established by two Foundation Establishment loose cultivators as a base for itinerant cultivators.

Though it was only a mid-sized marketplace, the two owners, being loose cultivators themselves, emphasized rules and proper management. Coupled with the plentiful demon beasts available for hunting in the surrounding vast mountains, the market was favored by many itinerant cultivators.

“Third Grandpa, I heard that Owner Yan might have a chance to attain False Core immortality in the future. Is that true?”

On a spirit boat, an elder stood with several young men and women.

Among them, a young woman asked the elder.

“Owner Yan is indeed extraordinarily talented, having cultivated to Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer at the age of a hundred. But to break through to False Core, it is difficult—extremely difficult…”

“Even if Owner Yan reaches Foundation Establishment Peak by the age of one hundred and fifty, breaking through to False Core requires the aid of a Third-Order Demon Pill—such a pill is not easily obtained.”

The elder shook his head as he replied.

“Owner Yan operates such a large marketplace, earning gold and Spirit Stones daily—can’t he afford a Third-Order Demon Pill?”

A young man exclaimed in surprise.

“Third-Order Demon Pills are priceless, often auctioned for tens of thousands of Spirit Stones at least.”

The elder patted the youth’s head and chuckled, saying, “If they were easy to acquire, there wouldn’t only be six False Core families in the Qingyun Region.”

“Third Grandpa, then what about Lu Ancestor of Bi Lake Mountain? Could he have a chance to obtain a Third-Order Demon Pill and break through to False Core?”

“I heard that Lu Ancestor not only cultivates a Dual Cultivation Technique with his Dao Companion, comparable to a True Pill Master, but is also a Second-Grade Talisman Master and an Alchemist.”

The young woman continued her inquiry.

Currently, the name of Bi Lake Mountain was known throughout Qingyun Region.

“Lu Mountain Lord likely has a considerable chance.”

The elder stroked his beard and said slowly, “But when a tree stands above the forest, it invites the wind. Bi Lake Mountain has risen too quickly and its momentum is too strong; now establishing a chamber of commerce, it is bound to attract targeted suppression from various family forces.”

“Hence, Lu Mountain Lord’s path to False Core won’t be easy.”

“Moreover, it’s rumored that Lu Mountain Lord has devoted all resources to nurturing the Foundation Establishment cultivators of his family, leaving no Spirit Stone reserves. This is why Bi Lake Mountain has been acting with such urgency lately.”

At his age, he enjoyed sharing past experiences and insights into the Cultivation World with the younger generation of his family.

“Alright, we’ll arrive at Misty Rain Market shortly. During the auction, don’t speak out of turn, and if you have questions, ask me privately,” the elder advised while gazing forward at the marketplace nestled among the mountains, its lights shimmering with spiritual energy.

However, just as he finished speaking, an overwhelming and terrifying pressure suddenly spread in their direction.

He turned his head to look.

In the air, a streak of black light fled swiftly.

Behind it, a thunderous golden glow followed closely.

“Boom!”

The black light, spotting the spirit boat, suddenly waved its hand.

Even with such a simple motion, it unleashed a tide-like force that destabilized the spirit boat, flipping it over completely.

“Ah——”

“Third Grandpa!”

The cultivators on the spirit boat cried out in alarm.

At this moment, amidst the thunderous golden glow, a tall and burly youth clad in shattered silver armor revealed himself.

With a gesture, he steadied the spirit boat and stabilized it before propelling himself swiftly forward, continuing his pursuit of the black glow.

“Gulp!”

“Gulp…”

The youths and elder aboard the spirit boat all swallowed dryly, their faces filled with stunned disbelief and lingering fear.

“Third Grandpa, what just happened…?”

After some time, a young man stared at the diminishing streaks of black and gold light, dazed and bewildered.

The elder did not answer; he too was still rattled and unsettled.

“That person who steadied our spirit boat—I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before….”

A young woman aboard the spirit boat swallowed hard and spoke hesitantly.

After a long pause, she suddenly exclaimed in realization, “I remember now! He looks like Lu Ping’an, the eldest son of Lu Ancestor from Bi Lake Mountain!”

…

The two streaks of escape light, naturally, belonged to Patriarch Sima and Lu Ping’an.

In terms of escape techniques, Patriarch Sima usually far surpassed Lu Ping’an.

But now, Patriarch Sima had self-detonated his magical treasure, severely damaging his vital energy, and his speed had been greatly reduced.

Although Patriarch Sima employed various methods to shake off Lu Ping’an along the way,

Lu Ping’an always managed to track him down using other means.

Besides the Seeking Spirit Mouse, he also had a Second-Grade flying beast—the Silver-winged Golden Falcon—as well as several types of Talismans.

Under these circumstances, Patriarch Sima’s injuries worsened steadily; even with the aid of secret techniques, he could no longer suppress them.

Even if he managed to escape back to his family now, it was uncertain how many Heavenly and Earthly Treasures it would take to fully heal him.

More critically, his inner core developed a slight crack due to forcibly channeling mana and secret techniques after the self-detonation of his life-bound magical treasure.

“Boom, boom, boom!”

Lu Ping’an pressed the attack relentlessly, periodically launching Second-Grade Lower Quality Talismans at Patriarch Sima.

Although Second-Grade Lower Quality Talismans typically couldn’t harm a False Core Master like Patriarch Sima,

the situation now was anything but ordinary.

“Damn it!”

Feeling the stabbing pain emanating from his body, meridians, dantian, and False Core, Patriarch Sima’s face turned pale as paper, revealing an expression of urgency.

He knew that if this continued, his inner core might truly rupture.

Once the inner core cracks, the chaotic and violent demonic power within would erupt uncontrollably. Even if he survived, he would be crippled.