The entire forest became silent.
Not a single bird sang.
Not a single insect moved.
It was as if every living creature was afraid.
Lin Tian slowly looked toward the darkness.
Those two crimson eyes stared back at him.
They were enormous.
Far larger than any beast he had ever seen.
His heart skipped a beat.
“Master…” “What is that?” The old man’s voice was unusually serious.
“Do not move.” Lin Tian swallowed.
“It’s that dangerous?” The old man answered immediately.
“Yes.” “It is far beyond your current strength.” A heavy sound echoed through the forest.
Boom…
Boom…
Boom…
Each step made the ground tremble.
The trees shook violently.
The black-robed cultivators immediately drew their swords.
The leader shouted, “Everyone, prepare for battle!” A massive figure slowly emerged from the darkness.
It was over four meters tall.
Its body was covered in black fur.
Two long silver horns curved backward from its head.
Its sharp claws easily sank into the ground.
Most terrifying of all…
Its crimson eyes burned with anger.
Lin Tian had never seen such a powerful Spirit Beast.
“What is it?” “The Iron Horn Demon Bear.” The old man replied.
“It has already reached the Peak Body Tempering Realm.” Lin Tian’s face turned pale.
“And I’m only at the Third Stage…” “If it notices you…” “You won’t survive a single attack.” The Demon Bear let out another earth-shaking roar.
ROAR!!
The sound echoed across the mountains.
Without warning— It charged.
Boom!
The ground exploded beneath its feet.
The black-robed leader raised his sword.
“Attack!” Three cultivators rushed forward together.
Their swords flashed through the night.
Clang!
The blades struck the bear’s thick hide.
Sparks flew into the air.
The Demon Bear didn’t even flinch.
“What?” One cultivator cried out.
“It didn’t break the skin!” The beast swung one enormous paw.
Bang!
A cultivator was thrown through three trees.
Blood sprayed into the air.
He didn’t get back up.
The remaining two stepped back in fear.
“It’s too strong!” “Retreat!” But the Demon Bear was faster.
It opened its massive jaws.
Roar!
A wave of spiritual energy burst from its mouth.
Boom!
The second cultivator was sent flying into a large rock.
The impact shattered the stone.
The leader gritted his teeth.
“We can’t win.” “Run!” The two surviving men turned and fled into the forest.
The Demon Bear chased them without hesitation.
Within moments…
The sounds of battle disappeared into the distance.
Silence returned.
Lin Tian slowly let out the breath he had been holding.
“I thought I was dead.” The old man laughed softly.
“You were lucky.” “Very lucky.” Lin Tian stepped out from behind the boulder.
He looked around carefully.
The battlefield was a complete mess.
Broken trees.
Deep claw marks.
Large pools of blood.
One of the black-robed cultivators still lay motionless on the ground.
His sword rested beside him.
Lin Tian slowly walked over.
He picked it up.
The blade was made of polished steel.
Although it wasn’t a powerful spiritual weapon…
It was far better than the broken wooden sword he had lost.
A small smile appeared on his face.
“My first real sword.” The old man nodded.
“Keep it.” “A cultivator without a weapon is like a bird without wings.” Just as Lin Tian prepared to leave…
Something caught his attention.
A small leather pouch hung from the dead cultivator’s belt.
He carefully opened it.
Inside were several shining Spirit Stones.
His eyes widened.
“What are these?” The old man smiled.
“Spirit Stones.” “The currency of cultivators.” “They can also help speed up cultivation.” Lin Tian counted them.
“There are ten.” The old man chuckled.
“It seems your luck is improving.” Lin Tian carefully placed the Spirit Stones inside his bag.
For the first time since being expelled from the Lin Clan…
He finally had something of value.
But he didn’t notice…
High above him…
Someone was silently watching from the branches of an ancient tree.
Two calm blue eyes followed his every movement.