Chapter 115

Qi Xinyue sensed that Cang Beichun was far stronger than herself; she kept her eyes fixed on him, and as he reached for her, she immediately slashed out a wind blade and dodged aside.

Cang Beichun sneered—did she think she could escape from his grasp?

Just as his true energy was about to lock onto Qi Xinyue, he felt a dangerous aura appear right before him.

If he continued to grab Qi Xinyue, he suspected his hand would be severed.

Cang Beichun dared not continue his grab; his body twisted sharply and evaded the wind blade in an instant.

"Crack!" The wind blade grazed Cang Beichun's sleeve, tearing off a corner before splitting a tree trunk that Lao Liu had brought over.

Cang Beichun froze in place, staring at the clean cut of the tree trunk, then at the torn edge of his sleeve.

"Incredible," Cang Beichun said, not with fear, but with excitement gleaming in his eyes.

This was undoubtedly the highest-level martial technique—true energy shaped into a blade, and so flawlessly, without a trace.

He himself was at the peak of the Primordial realm and could also shape true energy into a blade, but his technique left traces too obvious.

It was merely the sweeping trace of true energy, so it consumed far more.

"Hahahaha…" Cang Beichun laughed heartily, his gaze burning with eagerness toward Qi Xinyue: "It seems you've acquired many valuable things in the Kunlun Mountains too."

"I, like you, trained here for years and gained some opportunities. If that's the case, why not join forces and venture together? Wouldn't that make a fine tale?"

Qi Xinyue merely gazed calmly at Cang Beichun; had she not feared disturbing Ding Huan's cultivation, she would have already called him out.

This Cang Beichun is strong, but compared to Brother Ding, he's still not enough.

Lao Liu had already hidden behind Qi Xinyue, sneering at the shameless fellow before him.

Cang Beichun did not attack Qi Xinyue again—he had deduced from her movements and techniques that capturing her in the Kunlun Mountains would not be easy.

Besides, he didn't know how to pilot this spaceship.

"I guess you must be Fan Yibing of the Federation Army? The Federation Army? Just a ragtag force."

"Let me tell you a fact you might not want to accept: a beast far exceeding the Ninth-Level Gene Cultivator realm has appeared in the Kunlun Mountains."

Cang Beichun's words stunned Qi Xinyue—a beast far beyond Ninth-Level Gene Cultivator? Wasn't that like the demonic dragon?

That one demonic dragon had shattered the entire Human Corridor Defense Line; if such a beast appeared in the Kunlun Mountains, all of Huaxia would be exposed beneath its gaze.

Seeing Qi Xinyue's attention to his news, Cang Beichun became even more certain this woman was Fan Yibing.

Only someone from the Federation Army would care so deeply about a top-tier beast.

Cang Beichun continued: "Once this beast escapes, do you think the military will be useful? Earth's chaos is already inevitable."

"Our only choice is to strengthen ourselves, so one day we can leave Earth."

"Worst case, if we can't leave Earth, we must at least have the power to defend ourselves. If we join forces, surviving in this perilous Earth isn't impossible."

Seeing Qi Xinyue's mocking gaze, Cang Beichun remained unfazed:

"You think this is laughable now, but soon you'll realize not a single word I said is wrong."

"I remember before I came to the Kunlun Mountains, the Federation was building the Human Corridor Defense Line. Of course, I don't know if it was ever completed."

"Even if it was built, it would collapse the moment a top-tier beast attacks."

"Only when you cultivate to a certain level will you understand: no matter how many there are, they cannot compensate for a qualitative leap in power."

Qi Xinyue was astonished—this man had been in the Kunlun Mountains for so long?

He didn't even know the Human Corridor Defense Line had already been built—and already broken.

"Before I came to the Kunlun Mountains, I founded an organization in the city called the Washing Blade Society."

"I'm certain Earth will soon descend into chaos; the Washing Blade Society will become Earth's only human force capable of resisting the beasts…"

"Stop boasting," a sudden voice interrupted Cang Beichun.

Cang Beichun whirled around and saw Ding Huan step out, gripping a wooden spear.

Ding Huan was in high spirits; though it took longer than expected, he had completed his plan—he was now a Ninth-Level Gene Cultivator.

Next for him was Gene Foundation Establishment.

Gene Foundation Establishment might not be easy, but he wasn't in a hurry.

Compared to his past life, his starting point was immeasurably higher.

Not to mention, even with just his Ninth-Level Gene Cultivator power, he would be unmatched on the Changyi Continent.

There were Foundation Establishment cultivators on Changyi Continent too, but they were exceedingly rare; Ninth-Level Gene Cultivators could dominate entire regions.

In his past life, he had been saved by a Ninth-Level Gene Cultivator.

"Who are you?" Cang Beichun stared at Ding Huan; his expression was no longer the casual ease he'd shown toward Qi Xinyue.

Qi Xinyue's wind blade technique meant nothing to him—he thought dealing with her was simple.

But Ding Huan gave him an intense sense of threat; he even had the illusion that Ding Huan might not be weaker than him.

How could that be? He was a Peak Primordial powerhouse, plus he'd gained opportunities in the Kunlun Mountains.

Not even Zhong Chi, the former strongest man of Huaxia, could stand before him.

"You have a branch in Luohe, led by a bald man named Yuan Youzhen—I went and killed everyone in your branch."

"I was just too busy at the time and didn't have time to come find you," Ding Huan sneered.

Upon hearing Ding Huan had destroyed the Luohe branch of the Washing Blade Society, Cang Beichun's expression remained calm, his emotions utterly undisturbed.

He spoke coolly: "Even if you hadn't killed Yuan Youzhen, I would have returned to kill him myself. Thank you for doing me a favor—but you shouldn't have killed the others in the Luohe Washing Blade Society…"

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, a whip shadow enveloped Ding Huan.

Ding Huan calmly closed his eyes—he felt the overwhelming power of this whip shadow.

The killing aura filled the space three zhang around him, and no matter which direction he charged, the aura would instantly converge into a single point.

Just from this, Ding Huan knew this man was a full step stronger than Zhong Chi.

Old Zhong was full of hot air—"Huaxia's strongest"? If he hadn't misjudged, Huaxia's true strongest was this tall, thin man before him.

Ding Huan still didn't dodge; his white-jian wooden spear struck forward in one clean thrust.

To deal with someone of this strength, he didn't need to draw his spear—Ding Huan drew it only to test how strong his current realm was, combined with the First Spear of the Nine Paths.

"Crack!"

In the void, a crisp snapping sound rang out; the countless whip shadows, as solid as physical matter, suddenly shattered like ice frozen to extreme cold, crumbling into fragments that rained down with a rustling crash onto the ground.

Violent killing intent sealed off Cang Beichun's space to survive—he stood frozen in place, helplessly watching the wooden spear appear at his forehead.

And at this moment, his prepared backup move had no chance to be unleashed.

A voice roared in his heart: What kind of strength is this? He had reached the peak of the Primordial Realm, yet he couldn't even survive one strike from this man's spear?

Moreover, he had struck first—his opponent hadn't even moved to block his whip-blade killing aura; his whip-blades shattered and vanished in an instant.

How could this young man possibly have found the flaw in his whip shadows in the blink of an eye?

How could such a terrifying powerhouse exist on Earth?

"With skills like yours, you think you can dominate Earth?" Ding Huan sneered.

Cang Beichun's face turned deathly pale; he forced himself to calm down: "Friend, I'll trade you the secret of how I grew stronger here, in exchange for my life."

"Oh? Then tell me—how strong did you become?" Ding Huan knew this man had hidden here to cultivate for so long—he must have discovered something.

Cang Beichun fell silent; after reaching the peak of the Primordial Realm, he had always believed no warrior or gene cultivator on Earth could match him.

Today's battle with Ding Huan made him question whether he'd been wrong all along.

Had he truly reached the peak of the Primordial Realm? Why was he so utterly powerless before this unknown kid?

"Since you have nothing to say, then die." Ding Huan's wooden spear tip erupted with killing intent—a chilling, soul-piercing death aura pierced through Cang Beichun's forehead.

"Don't kill me! I'll take you to that ruin—I'm certain it contains what you need!" Cang Beichun cried out urgently.

Though he now doubted whether he'd truly reached the peak of the Primordial Realm, Cang Beichun truly did not want to die.

He had just gained such a great opportunity—if he died now, it would be too great a waste.

"Liu Liu, bring a rope—tie this guy up. He looks suspicious." Ding Huan called out to Liu Liu.

Yet inside, he thought: If only I could leave a mark on this guy. He's definitely not trustworthy.

But he couldn't kill him now—he still needed this man to lead him to the Daoist ruin.

He wondered whether the ruin this man spoke of was the same one Nian Jinqing and the others had mentioned.

Liu Liu eagerly rushed off to find vine ropes—he longed to tie up Cang Beichun and torture him first.

Ding Huan, however, grew excited—he had just thought of leaving a mark on this man, and suddenly, the concept of a Spirit-Nerve Mark appeared in his memory.

A Spirit-Nerve Mark is a sigil carved onto an opponent using Spirit-Nerve energy.

Even if the target moves beyond the range of his Spirit-Nerve perception, as long as he can sense the mark, the target cannot escape.

This was absolutely a devastating weapon! Ding Huan rejoiced, and immediately began carving a Spirit-Nerve Mark onto Cang Beichun according to the method in his memory.

It was incredibly simple—the first few attempts left rough traces, but as Ding Huan carved more and more marks, the imperfections gradually vanished.

Poor Cang Beichun had no idea that Ding Huan had carved hundreds of Spirit-Nerve Marks onto him in one go.