Chapter 1351: The Habits of Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun

"You damn mongrel!"

"Laozi has the worst damn luck of eight lifetimes!"

"How did I end up saddled with you, this…"

A green and a white streak of escape-light wove through the air as they fled — sometimes the white light was ahead, sometimes the green — but the white light could never shake off the green light's taffy-like clinging pursuit.

After a long while, with both having exhausted many of their hidden cards, their magic power and divine sense both heavily depleted, their speed inevitably dropped.

The Void Refinement sword cultivator pursuing from behind saw this, and his killing intent flared even fiercer.

"Good, very good!"

"Fellow Daoist Li Qingyun, this 'coincidental traveling together' of yours — I'll remember it."

The figure within the white escape-light spoke in an icy tone.

"Fellow Daoist, it really is a coincidence, I swear on my life."

The figure within the green escape-light gave a simple, honest chuckle.

"That late-Soul Transformation peak sword cultivator's storage bag — give me two-thirds of it."

"There may be a Void Refinement opportunity inside; don't forget, Fellow Daoist."

Da'ai Canghai Tianjun said coldly.

"Of course, no objection."

Li Qingyun Canghai Tianjun was overjoyed, and immediately sent up the storage bag he had seized.

One face full of killing intent, the other full of honest, simple laughter — after a brief discussion, both their speeds surged at once as they fled into the distance, beginning to burn their essence blood.

"You wretches…"

The Void Refinement sword cultivator pursuing from behind felt a sudden urgency in his heart.

He hesitated — to chase down two Soul Transformation juniors, should he burn his own essence blood? He was already advanced in years; burning essence blood would very likely cost him lifespan, shaving many years off his life to come.

But very soon, he no longer needed to hesitate.

Hum!

In the sky, a strand of jade-green silk appeared, imbued with both tenacious and razor-sharp life-rule force — like some spirit vine, yet also like a sword forged from divine wood — cleaving down from afar, carrying a sharpness terrifying even to a Void Refinement cultivator.

On the other side came a small blade of cosmic light, hazy and indistinct, merged as one with space, yet seeming to harbor a faint power of time — it was the crescent-shaped horn atop a spirit insect's head, which had now shed and flown forth, slashing down in an instant, reflected into the Void Refinement sword cultivator's heart-lake.

"This is—!"

The Void Refinement sword cultivator's mind shook violently.

He drew his sword without the slightest hesitation and slashed out in one strike — blood-light blanketed sky and earth, the sword-light imbued with the rule of blood cutting down in an unstoppable charge, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within ten thousand miles churning without cease, the domain of the blood-rule seizing control of the surrounding spiritual energy and the momentum of heaven and earth.

Boom!

As the three different attacks converged, space shattered, the rules of the Heavenly Dao twisted and churned violently, and countless streams of spiritual light spilled out in all directions.

When the spiritual light dispersed.

The Void Refinement sword cultivator retreated a single step, and the speed of his pursuit stalled.

Gazing into the distance, the two frantically fleeing streaks of green and white escape-light quickly van-

-ished over the horizon, having cast concealment and hiding arts, disappearing from sight.

"A supreme treasure!"

"Both these people carry great opportunities! This old man's sword Dao may yet once more…"

The white-haired Void Refinement sword cultivator trembled, overcome with excitement.

"This supreme treasure is mine!"

The Void Refinement sword cultivator's eyes had gone red, filled with greed.

He instantly burned his essence blood, his aura multiplying several times over, and soon spotted the two furtive figures in the distance, killing toward them at a ferocious speed.

"You cannot escape…"

His tone was chillingly cold.

Suddenly, he gave a slight start.

Those two figures in green and white had actually come to a stop, and were paying respects to another Soul Transformation late-stage cultivator who had just appeared.

The scene was deeply puzzling.

But the white-haired Void Refinement sword cultivator could no longer be bothered with such things — within the terrifying pressure, he drove his blood sword to kill toward that place.

……

"Many years since we last met,"

"Greetings, Little Martial Uncle!"

Han Lin cried out in wild joy.

He immediately gave up his taffy-like clinging to Da'ai Canghai Tianjun, came before the youth in green robes, and bowed deeply.

Based on past experience, this Little Martial Uncle of his had a very easygoing temperament — whether he would save them or not was anyone's guess — but this time was different: that Void Refinement sword cultivator behind them had violated the common virtues of sword cultivators, and there was a very good chance it would earn his displeasure.

"Greetings, Canghai Tianjun!"

Da'ai Canghai Tianjun instantly shed the refined, easygoing manner of a Respected and Esteemed righteous-path cultivator cursing Han Lin, and bowed like a modest, courteous gentleman.

"Hahaha!"

"Fellow Daoists, it has been long indeed — your bearing remains as splendid as ever."

Before the great battle, Jiang Ding had run into an old friend in a foreign land and was in a good mood, and teased: "Han Lin, your talent for stirring up trouble and bad luck is as consistent as ever, but the Upper Realm is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers — in the future, you'll need to be even more cautious."

"Definitely, definitely."

Han Lin said awkwardly.

He really hadn't been stirring up trouble!

He had always been careful and cautious, always lived simply, never liked to stand out — but damn it, danger kept coming for him nonstop. Perhaps it was tied to his aptitude: he constantly needed to seize opportunities for his cultivation to advance.

"Great Love Dao Friend,"

"I never knew your linguistic abilities were so outstanding. In the past I had no idea — truly a new level of respect."

Jiang Ding looked toward Great Love Canghai Tianjun and smiled faintly.

Great Love Canghai Tianjun cursed Han Lin the entire way, hurling several million insults without pause — utterly vile ones — from his birth, to his parents, to his next life, to Han Lin's character and conduct, not a single line repeated, an eye-opening display.

"Canghai Tianjun, you flatter me."

Great Love Canghai Tianjun gave an awkward smile.

As the few of them chatted idly,

the white-haired Void Refinement sword cultivator behind them had already caught up.

"Die!"

He burned his essence blood, his aura erupting wildly. Without a word of preamble, he raised his sword and brought it straight down. Blood Dao rules condensed into a single point, piercing through space and rules, arriving in an instant.

Great Love Canghai Tianjun and Li Qingyun Canghai Tianjun's scalps tightened, their divine souls' vigilance pushed to the limit.

Clang!

At that moment, the blue-clothed youth before them drew his sword, then sheathed it again.

Across tens of thousands of kilometers of sky and earth, in that single instant — space, rules, clouds, mountains, rivers, and the sound of wind — all froze solid for the span of several breaths.

The white-haired Void Refinement sword cultivator within this stretch of heaven and earth was like an insect trapped in amber, stiff and unmoving.

Rip!

The sound of silk tearing.

A streak of golden light appeared between heaven and earth, starting from the white-haired Void Refinement sword cultivator's brow, slicing him cleanly in half from top to bottom. His body fell apart in two halves, organs and fresh blood pouring out in a gushing stream, then instantly burning to ash.

"Inheritance…"

The white-haired Void Refinement sword cultivator uttered two terrified words.

These were his last words in this world.

The next instant, both his divine soul and body were annihilated — not a single divine soul particle or trace of flesh and blood survived.

"This—!"

Han Lin and Great Love Canghai Tianjun instantly stopped breathing, their minds going blank.

They knew Tushan Tian Jun would be very strong, but they hadn't expected such terror!

That was clearly an early-stage Void Refinement sword cultivator — by no means weak among early-stage Void Refinement cultivators, possibly even able to fight an mid-stage Void Refinement cultivator to a draw — yet under that single sword strike, he died instantly, without any power to resist.

"Someone like that shouldn't have practiced the sword."

Jiang Ding shook his head slightly.

He had the good habit of being thrifty and managing his household well. He collected the Void Refinement sword cultivator's storage bag and flying sword, then split out twenty percent for the two before him, ten percent each: "You both took part in the battle — this is your share of the merit."

This wealth was only a small fortune to him, but it could make a Soul Transformation cultivator's net worth multiply dozens of times over.

"Thank you, Canghai Tianjun!"

"Thank you, Little Martial Uncle!"

Han Lin and Great Love Canghai Tianjun were overjoyed, yet seemed to have expected it. They immediately accepted, without any refusal.

This was Tushan Tian Jun's habit.

Whenever there were gains on the battlefield, he would always share them with every allied force that had taken part in the fight — even a Qi Refining cultivator's meager merit of a few hundred spirit stones would never be embezzled.

For countless years it had been so, never changing.