Chapter 221: Don't Scare People

Two escape lights,

One gray-black and gloomy, one deep blue and sharp, chasing each other on the ground, soon disappearing into the horizon.

"Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster... is a true sword cultivator."

Li Qingyun couldn't help but sigh.

He had ultimately arrived at the front line, facing the siege of many Qi Condensation late-stage Blood Slaughter Hall disciples, covered in wounds, but he had survived in the end, and had even beheaded three peak Qi Condensation cultivators.

But compared to the other party, it was nothing.

In his heart, the thought of competing and contending could no longer be raised.

Unless... he promoted to Foundation Establishment!

A trace of fighting spirit appeared in Li Qingyun's eyes.

Compared to the incomplete Innate Sword Body, the only advantage he had was the Heavenly Spirit Root; his future was bright, a smooth path, with no uncertainty.

"Originally, we were skeptical about the sporadic records in the sect classics, but now we are convinced; the Supreme Elder's vision is indeed not something we mortal cultivators can compare to."

Several true disciples felt a sense of sympathy.

"Exactly, having the Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster is truly the sect's fortune!"

Many disciples originally had complaints about the implementation of the Mortal Supervision Department, but at this moment, they disappeared without a trace.

In the cultivation world, the strong are respected!

The strong, whatever they do, whatever they have, naturally has its reasons and contains mysteries.

As for the damage to the interests of mortal families... could the meager interests of mere mortal families compare to their own lives and the hope of Foundation Establishment?

"Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster has an order!"

Li Qingyun's expression changed slightly; he listened carefully for a few sentences and said sternly: "Those who can find information on grass-wood spirit fruits, gray-earth spirit fruits, marrow-cleansing spirit vines, etc., once verified, will be gifted three Foundation Establishment Pills, and their safety will be guaranteed!"

While speaking, he displayed the patterns of seven or eight types of spirit fruits, turning them from time to time, vivid and lifelike.

They were all treasures existing in the library that could potentially grant a low-level spirit body to someone later in life.

"Three Foundation Establishment Pills!"

Everyone exclaimed, their hearts pounding, their eyes burning with unusual heat.

With three Foundation Establishment Pills, even if the aptitude was poor, they could succeed in Foundation Establishment, right?

More importantly, there was no need for exploration, no need to risk their lives; they just needed to pass the information back.

As for the authenticity of the promise,

After feeling that sword intent, no one would doubt it.

The wind whistled.

One blue and one gray escape light chased each other incessantly; at the beginning, the blue escape light was left behind for a distance, but immediately caught up again.

"Burning essence blood, Hundred Ghost essence blood, how long can you last?"

Jiang Ding was not in a hurry.

Actually, he could have caught up long ago if he had consumed some vitality.

But it wasn't worth it.

He could catch up whenever he wanted, and it didn't matter if he couldn't catch up, but his own safety must always be placed first, reserving sufficient magic power to deal with all kinds of possible changes.

"Your Excellency!"

"Do you really want to die together and break the net?!"

After fleeing crazily for a dozen breaths, Hundred Ghost Child revealed a trace of despair in his eyes and said miserably.

Jiang Ding did not speak, his speed neither fast nor slow.

Whether the fish dies or the net breaks is not something that can be said with words; it requires strength to support it.

"Too bullying!"

Hundred Ghost Child revealed a ferocious look, burning his last bit of essence blood, yet still hesitant.

That sword that slashed the Blood Transformation Child, the sword that even snapped the blade embryo in two, was deeply imprinted in his soul; to this day, he still couldn't forget any tiny detail.

Not an opponent!

Every instinct told him it was impossible to be an opponent!

"Even so, I must..."

He revealed a miserable look.

Suddenly, the sound of gurgling water came from the distance.

"Heaven does not cut me off!"

Hundred Ghost Child was suddenly overjoyed, his essence blood transforming into magic power with blood threads, accelerating forward, crashing into a turbid river that appeared in front, and disappearing.

A few breaths later,

A deep blue escape light arrived beside this turbid big river, several dozen meters wide, like a jade belt, with no beginning or end in sight.

"Lost Soul River."

Jiang Ding pondered, recalling the information about this river in the Seven Feathers Sect.

This was a river at the junction of the spirit medicine garden south of the Nine Heavens Ruins and the Iron Tower Mountain in the north, dividing the two major areas.

Life within it was cut off, and the river water had huge gravity; any flying bird or cultivator passing over it would be pulled into the river water, then their spiritual sense would be swallowed and their magic power worn away.

If a person fell into it and couldn't get out in a short time, they would turn into a flesh-and-blood puppet without a soul.

Magic tools were fine.

As his spiritual sense scanned close, a wave of stinging pain came before even formal contact.

"Can't go."

Jiang Ding felt great danger.

"According to common sense, Hundred Ghost Child should have a special magic tool to isolate the Lost Soul River, otherwise he wouldn't be seeking death... Try one last time."

Clang!

The Taiqing flying sword trembled slightly, an invisible sword intent rippled over, and the soul fluctuations of all living beings within a thousand meters were revealed one by one.

Over twenty meters away, in the turbid river water, a crawling figure was wearing a stone-shell outer garment, holding his breath, moving toward the opposite bank bit by bit, each step matching the rhythm of the river flow, extremely hidden.

"Die, just like the people you refined into Hundred Ghosts."

Jiang Ding delivered the verdict.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword left its sheath, flying to the edge of the Lost Soul River, the sword edge shaking several times, generating nine deep blue sword Qi, forming a sword formation and falling downward.

The power was enough to cause some trouble for a Foundation Establishment cultivator; facing Hundred Ghost Child at this time, it was a must-kill move.

"No!"

Hundred Ghost Child watched the sword Qi descend, still not giving up, wearing the stone garment, swimming crazily toward the opposite bank.

Completely useless.

The sword Qi tore through the stone skin, slashed away the gray-white ghost shield magic tool with dimmed spiritual light, and stabbed toward his head.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came abruptly.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth fluctuated violently, instantly shaking away the nine deep blue sword Qi.

Furthermore, a huge pressure descended from the sky!

Heavy as a mountain, his soul even felt an instinctive trembling, shivering uncontrollably, as if facing a natural enemy.

"Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

Jiang Ding's face changed greatly.

He abandoned the target without hesitation, erupting with twelve percent of his magic power, turning into a deep blue escape light, and fleeing crazily toward the distance at an unprecedented speed.

"Damn it, how could there be a Foundation Establishment cultivator!"

This pressure was very familiar!

Although the teachers usually restrained themselves, there were always times when their emotions fluctuated, and at such times, they would reveal similar pressure, making people unable to breathe.

"Old Ancestor!"

Hundred Ghost Child was stunned for a moment, weeping with joy, jumping up, collapsing to the river bank, pointing at Jiang Ding's back, and said venomously: "It's this person, he has already killed Blood Transformation Child and Poison Zombie Child, he will definitely be a great threat to the family in the future!"

"You must kill him, slice him into a thousand pieces!"

"Useless thing!"

A cold voice scolded coldly, ignoring his words: "A mere Qi Condensation Level 8 cultivator makes you..."

"How bold!"

His voice suddenly became extremely shocked and angry.

Boom!

Swish!

Amidst a huge air explosion!

A deep blue sword light returned again, its speed so fast it disappeared from the range of spiritual sense, faint destructive sword intent permeating, and then appeared again.

"I remember now!"

"This is the Nine Heavens Ruins that restricts Qi Condensation cultivation."

An even angrier voice came.

"A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator's Qi Condensation-level avatar, how dare you scare me?"

"Ah! Who gave you the guts!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 222 =====