Chapter 208: Chapter 206 Fellow Daoist, I’m Cold
“Fellow Daoist, must things really co to such a decisive end?”
Chen Xuan positioned himself within the array, his eyes darting about in search of an opportunity to break the formation. However, he still tried to close the gap with Ning Daoran, “I admit, I was shortsighted.
With your talent, Fellow Daoist, we could have joined forces. In the area around Fanshu City, who could be a match against us working together? Even if Mo Yunting, the old geezer from Divine Weapon Sect, ca, he’d probably give us a wide berth!”
“Strike!”
Ning Daoran imdiately activated the Transformation Realm Level Liangyi Sword Technique, and instantly, a surge of azure sword intent burst from his body. Underneath his feet, a Taiji Eight Diagrams Dharma Formation naturally took shape. His green robe fluttering, he actually exuded the aura of a Daoist Sword Cultivator.
In an instant, twenty-four small swords flew out, attacking directly with the Golden Silk Sword!
“You’re a Sword Cultivator as well?”
Chen Xuan was slightly chilled; crawling, his body thrumming with vigorous Blood Qi, he accurately raised his hand at the instant the first Flying Sword struck, unbelievably catching the Golden Silk Sword with his bare flesh and blood!
But alas, surrounded by the Geng tal Essence, as the sword struggled continuously, Chen Xuan’s thumb and forefinger were instantly torn open, bleeding profusely!
“Spurt~~~”
A spray of blood flew, and the Golden Silk Sword left a bloodied hole in his leg.
“You…”
Chen Xuan, as an Independent Martial Artist, was accustod to relying on his powerful physique; he had even killed a Golden Core Cultivator and once suppressed a Third-tier Lower Grade Magical Treasure with his re flesh and blood.
But he had never seen a Magical Treasure of the Golden Silk Sword’s caliber; his flesh and blood body simply couldn’t withstand it.
“So you want to fight to the death, huh?”
Chen Xuan tumbled through the air to dodge the Golden Silk Sword’s onslaught, his lips curling with ferocity, “If you want to play, I, Chen Xuan, will play till the end with you. Let’s hope you can keep up!”
With that, Chen Xuan violently spat out a mouthful of Essence Blood. With a flick of his finger in mid-air, he then sared the Essence Blood across his chest, rapidly carving out three seals. Instantly, his shirt burst open, revealing the mountain-like, thick pectoral muscles marked by three Curse Seals!
At that mont, Chen Xuan’s Blood Qi Power surged trendously, astonishingly reaching the strength of the Middle Stage Baodan Realm!
‘You are using Burst Seed, huh? Overloading your output, right?’
Ning Daoran frowned. This Martial Artist who terrorized Qingzhou and Ningzhou indeed had his exceptional qualities.
Clearly, this Curse Seal technique was not any kind of proper Magic; it was related to the Demon Path and evil ways, and while it could indeed temporarily boost his Cultivation, the damage caused was absolutely irreparable.
Water overflows when full, and the moon wanes after it waxes—such is the heavenly way, always compensating the insufficient and reducing the excessive.
Having used these Curse Seals, Chen Xuan’s future breakthroughs would likely beco even more challenging, making it difficult for him to progress any further in this lifeti.
However, so people are like this; for the sake of a victory, for the thrill of the mont, they would wager their future to win that one fight, calling it passion, bonds, eternal promises, and so on, with nurous justifications.
…
“Fellow Daoist, et your end quickly!”
Now possessing the combat power of a Middle Stage Baodan Realm, Chen Xuan approached with an unrestrained, killing intent, a monstrous look on his face as he bellowed, “My boxing is unmatched in this world; this punch shall make you feel as if the heavenly way is upon you!”
Ning Daoran’s scalp tingled—this man was too lodramatic!
He swiftly retreated, channeling a strand of thick Mana into the Lingxiao Mist Dream Bracelet. The bracelet humd as it entered full-power mode, pulsing with vigorous Essence Qi that infused a myriad frosty breaths into the Sea Ice Array.
Suddenly, with the addition of the array’s power, the temperature within the Profound Ice Formation plumted to well below minus one hundred degrees in an instant.
Water turned to ice in a splash, no more than that.
In the wind, Chen Xuan, dressed in a shortsleeved shirt, was severely frozen!
“Sizzle——”
Streams of frost swiftly froze everything in their path, including Chen Xuan. Even with his vigorous Blood Qi, he could not withstand the cold assault of the Spiritual Power.
He almost wanted to cry out, “Fellow Daoist, I am cold…”
The next second, twenty-four Golden Silk Swords, shrouded in frost, “clang clang clang” chiseled at the ice sculpture Chen Xuan had beco. The group of Flying Swords attacked like swimming fish, until the ice sculpture was shattered into chunks of ice.
With that, a notorious villain, infamous in both Qingzhou and Ningzhou, finally received his punishnt in Fanshu City, concluding his wicked life.
Chen Xuan hadn’t brought a Storage Bag, so there was nothing to loot from his body.
As for his flesh and blood body, teeming with vigor, it could indeed serve as food for the Fire Devouring Ants, but Ning Daoran didn’t bother. He wasn’t actually a Demon Cultivator; “eating people” wasn’t his thing—after all, he wasn’t that hungry!
He collected his Array Flags and Array Plate, then heard voices coming from afar.
“Mountain at, it’s really mountain at!”
“Hurry, let’s cut up this mountain at…”
“Fantastic, our Gazhi Village will finally stand out. From now on, every person in Gazhi Village can have a house with three courtyards, all can have multiple wives…”
The voice was excited, nearly on the verge of tears.
Ning Daoran hurriedly activated the Unmoving Ming King Divine Technique, Invisibility Technique, Sound Absorption Technique, and his body suddenly vanished in the wind. As he turned to look back, he was stunned.
The bag that Chen Xuan had used to contain the Green Tai Sui had sohow opened, with the Green Tai Sui gone without a trace, likely having escaped using the Earth Escape Skill.
He had made a loss!
Frowning, he floated up and watched silently from the sky. In the distance, a strong group approached rapidly, not far away.
Although Ning Daoran had disguised himself as the Independent Practitioner Jianjia, it was still best to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Now a Five Elents Golden Core Cultivator, his style had indeed changed quite a bit from before. With his strength having co this far, there was no point in continuing to lay low; it was ti to be courageous and diligent when appropriate.
But, avoidable troubles should still be avoided—after all, he despised trouble the most.
…
“Hurry, it’s just ahead!”
In the misty rain, shadowy figures began to erge.
They were all from the Divine Weapon Sect, including quite a few Foundation Establishnt Stage cultivators.
“Don’t block the way!”
A young cultivator in white robes leaped into the air, his eyes scrutinizing the exposed at of the mountain, seemingly impatient. With a wave of his hand, a spirit light shot out, and instantly a commoner, who was cutting into the mountain at, was beheaded.
“Everyone back off, don’t be an eyesore.”
The young man’s face was icy cold.
“It’s… it’s a cultivator…”
A group of peasants cutting the mountain at stared in disbelief.
“I’ll count to ten, anyone still in the way after that, I’ll kill!”
The young cultivator furrowed his brows and said, “Eight, nine, ten… Kill!”
In an instant, the group of cultivators who accompanied him erupted in slaughter, and in the blink of an eye, blood splattered everywhere, leaving half the mountain devoid of commoners, none spared.
In the misty rain, Ning Daoran could not intervene in ti.
How could he have expected that cultivators would be so ruthless towards commoners, killing as they pleased?
As for stepping in to do justice, he hadn’t even considered it. This young cultivator’s identity was extrely prestigious; Ning Daoran had seen him several tis while in Fanshu City.
Mo Xinglie, the Young Master of the Red Leaf Valley Divine Weapon Sect, the only son of the Mid-stage Golden Core Cultivator Mo Yunting!
This person had extrely high talent, having reached the Late-stage of Foundation Establishnt at a young age; his Core Formation was only a matter of ti, without a doubt.
Mo Yunting treated his son like the apple of his eye, never daring to scold or discipline him too harshly. It was probably this pampering that had cultivated Mo Xinglie’s domineering and insolent nature.
Commoners’ lives were cheap, at least that must be what Mo Xinglie and other cultivators like him thought.
In truth, most cultivators did not really regard commoners highly. In a world where power was personal, what were re commoners? If they were killed, they were killed. What could be done about it?
Only, most cultivators still maintained a facade of being from the Righteous path, and with the Court explicitly ordering cultivators not to kill commoners without cause, peace generally prevailed within Xia Country.
But incidents like Mo Xinglie’s killing of commoners in the wilderness were far from rare. As long as one cleaned up well and denied everything afterwards, the Court would turn a blind eye and not investigate thoroughly.
…
Not long after, Mo Xinglie and the others left.
Ning Daoran cast several spells, and his body re-entered the earth to continue tracking the Green Tai Sui using the Earth Escape Skill.
Unfortunately, once startled, the Tai Sui would hide deeply and far away, making it very difficult to find again.
Ning Daoran’s Divine Sense was strong, but it lost much of its effectiveness through thick soil, only reaching ten miles deep at the most. Any deeper and it would no longer be able to spot anything.
Thus, after a long search underground, he ultimately failed to locate the Green Tai Sui’s presence again.
“What a pity, it’s not ant to be…”
Deep underground, Ning Daoran toyed with a piece of spirit bone. Fortunately, he had secured the Magical Treasure Embryo, so the trip hadn’t been a total waste.
As for the Green Tai Sui, it was either his or it wasn’t; it was a nice bonus but not essential.
Truth be told, Green Tai Sui didn’t interest Ning Daoran all that much. After all, many Sects where Martial Artists thrived actually bred Green Tai Sui to satisfy their need for Blood Food.
If he really wanted a Green Tai Sui, all he had to do was rob a Martial Artist Sect.
If it were a Blood Tai Sui, however, Ning Daoran couldn’t guarantee he’d retain his status as a “Righteous individual”. Declaring “This item is fated to be mine” might not be out of the question.
…
Two days later.
More and more people were ascending the mountain, especially those from the Divine Weapon Sect of the Red Leaf Valley, who had sent quite a few more Foundation Establishnt cultivators.
Ning Daoran had been on watch for two days but hadn’t caught sight of the Green Tai Sui.
“There’s no helping it, it seems I lack so fate with it.”
He readied himself to leave.
Just as he was about to break the ground and erge, his Divine Sense detected an incredibly strong monster aura heading towards this mountaintop—a Third-tier Early-stage Monster!
Through his Divine Sense, he confird it was an Early-stage Third-tier Green Snake Demon.
Above ground, the shouts and cries of battle erupted, followed by an intense fight.
Alas, with Mo Xinglie, a Late-stage Foundation Establishnt, leading a group of Divine Weapon Sect cultivators, they stood no chance against the Third-tier Early-stage monster; the green snake routed them utterly!
“Retreat!”
Mo Xinglie’s eyes were blood red: “This demon beast is incredibly powerful, far beyond what we can handle. We must return to the Divine Weapon Sect imdiately, and wait for my father to leave his ditation before we deal with this demon beast!”
“Yes!”
As Mo Xinglie turned to flee, he saw a crowd heading into the dense forest, voices echoing from the woods: “Retreat! The Young Master goes first, we’ll cover the rear for you, Young Master.”
“A bunch of spineless bastards!”
Mo Xinglie cursed angrily, and quickly followed suit.
In a mont, all the Divine Weapon Sect mbers had vacated, and all the cultivators, Martial Artists, and commoners who heard of the Demon King’s presence also fled for their lives. Soon the mountain was deserted.
The Green Snake Demon, hissing with its forked tongue, coiled on the peak, consuming the untouched mountain at.
…
“Never mind.”
Ning Daoran, who had originally planned to leave, suddenly changed his mind. Instead, he reached into his storage bag and drew out the Azure Dragon Spear, thinking that going back to the sword casting shop to work with the materials would be just as well.
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