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

Chapter 2005: Chapter 663: Lu Ping’an Slays the Wolf King!

Desert Scorpion City.

This is an oasis city within the Endless Wilderness. Though it cannot compare to Black Desert Immortal City, it is nonetheless a medium-to-large oasis, home to many cultivators.

Especially in recent years, due to the Liangyue War and the turmoil in Wu Country, many cultivators have relocated to settle in this desert oasis.

However, these days, Desert Scorpion City has been anything but peaceful.

The trouble began several months ago when a young master from Desert Scorpion City had a conflict with a loose Foundation Establishment Cultivator at an auction.

After the auction ended, the young master went with others to attack the loose cultivator, only to be killed by him.

Yet, more shockingly, the family’s ancestor, a False Core Immortal, went after the loose Foundation Establishment Cultivator and was also slain by him.

This incident spread swiftly, causing a massive uproar!

After all, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator killing a False Core Immortal is big news anywhere.

According to rumors, the loose Foundation Establishment Cultivator relied entirely on the power of a secret treasure to slay the False Core Immortal!

For a time, this news attracted the attention of not only Desert Scorpion City cultivators but also quickly spread to other oasis cities and even Black Desert Immortal City.

At this very moment, tens of thousands of miles away from Desert Scorpion City.

"Roar!"

A giant, agile wolf, its body seemingly forged from blazing flames and black iron, roared, raising a fiery sandstorm.

Many sand insects lurking under the desert soil were blown up by this scorching, terrifying wind, turning into charred, burning ashes.

Just then, the giant wolf’s blood-burned pupils seemed to detect something. Its body lunged towards a sandy area, powerful limbs digging into the yellow sands.

"Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh—"

The giant wolf’s massive body ignited with a blazing dark red flame, like molten lava solidified.

And the yellow sand beneath its feet also flowed like lava, boiling hot, spreading in all directions.

"Shoo!"

Moments later, a figure enveloped in spiritual light burst out of the sandy desert, transforming into an escape light shooting skyward.

"Hmph, think you can escape just because you’re a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!?"

But aside from the red flame giant wave, not far away stood a tall, burly man, clad in a black robe and cape, his face sinister.

Seeing the figure burst from the sand, he snorted coldly, slapping forward with his palm.

Raging mana and crimson radiance formed a ferocious wolf head, tearing at the figure.

"Puff!"

The figure’s spiritual light barrier shattered instantly as the wolf head lunged. His body was burning hot, magical robe scorched and torn, crying out in pain.

However, the next moment, a small purple sword appeared in his arms, the sword light dividing into eight, instantly breaking free from the wolf head.

"Exotic treasure? I’ll see what other tricks you have!"

Seeing the Foundation Establishment Cultivator use an exotic treasure to break his technique, the Wolf King’s expression darkened, memories coming back, and a crimson long banner appeared in his hand.

Being a Nascent Soul Immortal, using magical treasures against a Foundation Establishment Cultivator is utterly shameful.

But having underestimated others in his youth, missing great opportunities, he now treated everything seriously, making no exceptions!

Especially when this young one held three to four exotic treasures, like a Child of Destiny!

"Howl!"

The Red Flame Sand Wolf roared at the figure, forming a fiery soundwave to prevent his escape.

And then, the long banner in the Wolf King’s hand flapped violently, thick smoke rolling up into the sky, endless, making the hot desert like pouring gasoline onto a raging fire.

The smoke sealed the heavens and earth, transforming into wolves tearing at the figure.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, the figure’s face turned deathly pale, extremely unsightly.

Although he had great opportunities, he was still only an Eighth Layer of Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Relying on Third Rank Talismans, Talisman Treasures, Exotic Treasures, and Secret Techniques, struggling to escape was already his limit.

Now heavily injured, his mana nearly exhausted, escaping was impossible.

His face twisted with unwillingness, exerting all his might to activate the exotic treasure in his hand, erupting with a powerful purple-gold sheen, unwilling to give up.

Yet this exotic treasure’s power was ultimately limited, far weaker than a Nascent Soul Immortal. Under the howling wolves, he spat blood, then was snatched in front of the Wolf King like a dying dog.

"You are truly lucky. If it were an early-stage Core Formation Cultivator, you might have escaped."

The Wolf King held the figure in one hand, eyes gleaming with cruel light, sneering.

Then he examined the purple-gold sheen-emitting sword bead in his hand, recognizing it as a top-level exotic treasure capable of sword light division.

The figure likely used this exotic treasure to kill the False Core Immortal.

After a moment’s appraisal, he continued searching the figure’s storage bag.

After all, during the skirmish, the young one’s methods were endless, obviously having great opportunities!

"Roar!"

Just as the Wolf King was inspecting the storage ring in his hand, the nearby Red Flame Sand Wolf suddenly growled low, looking alertly in a direction, signaling the Wolf King.

The Wolf King turned his head.

At the end of the endless sandy desert, a small black dot was quickly approaching.

One breath!

Two breaths!

In just two breaths, the figure rapidly approached, his form and appearance clear.

A man with an unremarkable face, his stature exceptionally tall and robust, exuding a sense of immense strength.

Despite not exuding much aura, this intimidating presence made the Wolf King sense several dangerous intents.

The Wolf King scrutinized the man, no memories surfacing.

But he knew, the man had come for him.