A day and a night later, hissing sounds constantly came from the cave. Inside, Zhang Ling looked at the two chubby white creatures beside him, communicating with them through his divine sense.
The two Ice Spirit Silkworms had successfully advanced, becoming fourth-order spirit insects. Their size had shrunk by more than half, but their entire bodies were now a blue-white color, like blue-white jade.
Some black-gray tentacles, which stretched and retracted erratically, had grown on their heads, swaying randomly, which looked rather comical. Sensing the aura emanating from the Ice Spirit Silkworms, Zhang Ling nodded in satisfaction.
Their successful advancement meant that the extreme cold power they possessed was no less than that of a peak fourth-order demon beast.
Zhang Ling's mind stirred, and he issued an order to the two Ice Spirit Silkworms. The two silkworms quickly crawled, raising most of their bodies, and shot out strands of transparent silk from their mouths.
With a series of soft sounds, these silk threads all shot onto the stone wall next to them, creating a series of small holes. The wall instantly froze into a sheet of ice.
"Hehe, the attack power is not bad." Zhang Ling smiled with satisfaction, tapped his storage bag with one hand, and took out more than a dozen Ice Mulberry fruits and threw them to the two Ice Spirit Silkworms.
The two silkworms happily devoured these Ice Mulberry fruits and circled around him a few times.
Meow…
Seeing this scene, the twin-tailed cat at Zhang Ling's feet also rubbed against his legs, looking at him with a longing expression.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but smile wryly, and threw out a few more Ice Mulberry fruits. The twin-tailed cat opened its big mouth and happily devoured them.
This fellow.
He cursed inwardly. Although the twin-tailed cat was a fire-attribute demon beast, it also liked to devour Ice Mulberry fruits.
Zhang Ling waved one hand, and a yellow light shot at the place where the Ice Spirit Silkworms had attacked earlier. From the small holes in the wall, strands of translucent white silk floated out.
These silk threads were cool to the touch, yet as soft as hair. This was the silk spun by the Ice Silkworms. The Hidden Spirit Gauze in his hand was refined from this kind of silk.
If the two Ice Spirit Insects advanced once more, they would become high-level demon insects. They would be able to play a significant role by then.
Moreover, the Xuan Tortoise was also an ice-attribute demon beast. As long as he let the Xuan Tortoise expend some vitality and let the two spirit insects devour some essence blood, their advancement speed would definitely be very fast.
This thought suddenly popped into Zhang Ling's mind.
However, the advancement of the two Ice Spirit Silkworms was just an unexpected surprise, and it wouldn't help his strength much now. It wouldn't be too late to consider this matter after the beast tide passed.
Then, he put the two Ice Spirit Silkworms and the remaining Ice Spirit Stones on the ground into the spirit beast bag. After walking out of the stone cave, the Xuan Tortoise and the twin-tailed cat were naturally also put away. The hidden formation he had set up nearby was also put into the storage bag.
Zhang Ling planned to leave this deserted island.
But at this moment, a divine sense swept over him. His face darkened, and he looked up in one direction, as a ray of light flew towards him from the horizon. Judging by the speed, it seemed to be a high-level cultivator.
It was not strange to encounter a high-level cultivator here. This place was not far from Myriad Manifestations City, only thirty to forty thousand miles away. It was common to encounter passing high-level cultivators.
Zhang Ling glanced at the ray of light and ignored it. He planned to wait for a moment, and leave after this person had gone far away. But then the ray of light changed direction and came towards his location.
A voice followed at the same time, "Old man White Cloud Hermit greets fellow Daoist." As he spoke, the ray of light landed a dozen feet away, and the light dispersed, revealing an old man and a young man.
The old man was wearing a white robe, holding a foot-long white jade Ruyi in his hand. His face was a little sallow, and he looked a little haggard, but his cultivation was not low, with the strength of the middle stage of the Golden Core realm. Next to him stood a handsome young man in his twenties, with a cultivation base at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
Zhang Ling glanced at the two of them and slightly cupped his hands. "Greetings, fellow Daoists. Are you two here to rest? I have just finished my rest and am about to leave."
Zhang Ling's body flashed with yellow light, and he was about to leave this place. He did not intend to talk to these two.
"Stop, you can't leave. My master hasn't asked you anything yet."
A sneering voice entered his ears. It was the young man with only a Foundation Establishment cultivation base who shouted at him coldly.
Hearing this, Zhang Ling looked at the young man expressionlessly.
Immediately, the young man seemed to have been hit hard, and took a few steps back, spitting out a mouthful of blood. With a scream, the young man fell to the ground, his face pale.
"Dong'er."
The white-robed old man's face changed, and he quickly came to the young man's side and patted him a few times. The young man's face improved.
The old man looked at Zhang Ling with a gloomy expression. "What are you doing, fellow Daoist?"
"Your disciple was rude, so I just gave him a small punishment."
This was not because he was being overbearing. It was just that this young man's cultivation base was too low, and he was injured by his divine sense attack.
He had not seen such a person who relied on having elders by their side and spoke rudely to high-level cultivators for a long time. Even killing them would be a common occurrence.
Zhang Ling stomped his foot on the ground and flew into the air, intending to ignore the two and leave. But as soon as he flew into the air, he saw white mist spreading below, and a series of white auspicious clouds rose into the sky, condensing and rushing towards him, with the intention of surrounding him.
His figure flashed a few times, and he broke away from these clouds. With a flick of his sleeves, two flying swords appeared, and long sword lights flickered on the blue-black sword bodies.
"Are you planning to fight me?"
The white-robed old man's face showed a black aura, and he said coldly.
"Originally, I wanted to delay you for a moment, but I didn't expect you to attack my disciple. I can't let you leave even more."
Saying that, the old man raised the white jade Ruyi in his hand, and countless white lights flashed around. Zhang Ling immediately felt the surrounding air tighten, and countless clouds appeared again.
Zhang Ling's face immediately darkened. Was this old man out of his mind, fighting a fellow cultivator of the same rank for such a small matter?
He immediately felt a sense of depression in his heart, but seeing the large clouds attacking, he naturally would not sit still and wait for death. The two flying swords danced, transforming into sword lights.
Popping sounds continued to sound, and the sword lights hit the clouds, sending strange sounds. Zhang Ling frowned slightly. The sword light fell into it, as if it was stuck in a quagmire, and its speed was greatly reduced.
Although he had suppressed his cultivation at this time, showing only the strength of the middle stage of the Golden Core realm, and did not use his full strength, the attack power of his flying swords was not weak. How could it be blocked so easily?
Zhang Ling was slightly surprised, but still glanced at the white-robed old man expressionlessly. Either this person was using some secret technique, or there was something strange about the magic weapon in his hand.
But he did not have the slightest fear. His whole body's spiritual power condensed, and he instantly exposed all his strength. He clapped his hands, and the Yin-Yang Calabash appeared in his hand, and a large amount of Heavenly Star Sand swept out.
The yellow quicksand flowed quickly and formed two sand snakes more than ten feet long, pouncing on the old man fiercely.
"Not good, late stage of Golden Core realm, fellow Daoist, please wait, this is all a misunderstanding." Seeing this scene, the old man naturally saw his strength and shouted with a drastic change in his face.
