Chapter 390: Master Tushan City Walls Need Skulls as Decorations

A corner of the sky.

Two Jin Dan silently watched the scene below where a youth in green robes, with a mere flick of his fingers, unleashed a burst of sword qi, causing numerous Foundation Establishment demons to perish, and could not help but be moved.

"This boy, I fear, is even stronger than the Saint Disciple of the Biliudao Sect was at the Foundation Establishment stage."

An old man with a long beard nearly pulled out his own beard.

"Could it be?"

The burly Huang Bao, though equally shocked, found it hard to believe: "The Saint Disciple of the Liu Dao Sect was a genius who formed his Jin Dan in less than a hundred years; how can this junior, strong as he is, compare to such a figure?"

"In terms of potential, naturally, they cannot compare."

"That one is destined to be a Nascent Soul grand figure."

The old man with the long beard suppressed the faint aura revealed by his turbulent emotions and explained: "But in terms of combat power at the same realm, this one should have surpassed him, at least equal to the Saint Disciple of the Liu Dao Sect at the late Foundation Establishment stage."

"I have... seen him fight."

"That is already extraordinary."

Huang Bao, who trusted this person immensely, his eyes flashing with sharp light: "This person must be extremely important to that Master Tushan sword cultivator, his disciple inheriting his legacy. Capturing this person, I won't say it will make him surrender unconditionally—that is impossible—but by maneuvering, it is quite possible to make him yield half of the Master Tushan Demon Kingdom."

"With half a Demon Kingdom in hand, we brothers would finally have a place to settle. If the wars in the Northern Plains never cease, we could still spread our roots here and establish a family that helps one another."

"Brother Huang, this is a deadly grudge."

The old man with the long beard reminded him.

"Little brother knows."

Huang Bao sneered: "In the lands of the three kingdoms, the Huaxuedian's Huaxue Ancestor is hailed as the strongest in the three kingdoms; the Xiang Qiyu Sect is deeply rooted with vast numbers and power; only the Master Tushan faction is somewhat weaker."

"If we do not choose this place, do we have to enter that vast, spiritless Gobi Desert again, risking nine deaths to one life to pioneer new lands?"

"Moreover, the Huaxue Ancestor, Mu Mu Tianxue, has also hinted that as long as we establish our foothold, she will also make a gesture... Let us settle down first; in the future, we will surely have means to deal with this Master Tushan sword cultivator."

"So be it."

The old man with the long beard stroked his beard lightly and smiled: "Let us act now. This junior's spiritual sense is terrifyingly sharp; I merely leaked a trace of emotion, and he detected it."

"There must be a hidden hand left by that Master Tushan sword cultivator on his person; I ask Brother Huang to keep an eye on him."

Clearly they were dealing with a junior, yet he still had to ask for help, showing no arrogance or dignity typical of an ordinary Jin Dan cultivator.

"I understand."

Huang Bao extended his divine sense, locking onto the surroundings.

Yet they saw the old man with the long beard flick his sleeve; his wide sleeve had swollen to dozens of zhang in size, covering the seemingly aware youth in green robes.

A tremendous attractive force came; people, the wind and sand filling the sky, and the layers of earth on the ground were swallowed into it like a whale, with no power to resist.

"Brother Liu's Sky Net Art is truly extraordinary."

Huang Bao praised.

His brother, though it looked like merely a flick of his sleeve, had actually refined his Ben Ming Fa into the sleeve; once he acted, it was the Sky Net.

An ordinary Jin Dan Chu Qi cultivator, if merely unprepared, would be sucked into the giant sleeve, his body turning into thick, nourishing liquid and dying.

"Jin Dan Fa..."

Jiang Ding felt a flash before his eyes; before he could react, a terrible attractive force came, and his body floated up with the wind and sand filling the sky, flying rapidly toward that dark sleeve, unstoppable.

"Swift!"

Silver-white light flashed in his eyes; he pointed a finger, and twelve silver-white sword lotuses appeared one by one before him, forming an array, spinning rapidly.

A hazy sword qi spread in all directions, barely resisting the attractive force, slowing his speed somewhat.

"Go!"

After doing all this, he spat out a brilliant silver-white sword qi from his throat, carrying the intent of destruction, killing toward the old man with the long beard in the sky.

"Good boy!"

"You are likely able to trade a few blows with a Jin Dan cultivator despite your late Foundation Establishment cultivation."

The old man with the long beard was moved again; he pointed a finger, and a jade-green inferior-grade Fa Bao small knife floated before him; with a "whoosh," it vanished, tearing apart the clouds and yellow sand along its path, its sharp blade qi startling the wind and clouds.

Ding!

The brilliant silver-white sword qi and the jade-green small knife collided; after holding for a moment, the silver-white sword qi collapsed into countless liquid metal threads filling the sky, splashing in all directions and vanishing.

The jade-green small knife's spiritual light dimmed slightly, then killed toward the youth in green robes surrounded by the twelve silver-white sword lotuses at rapid speed.

Bang bang...

The twelve silver-white sword lotuses shattered one after another, dissipating completely.

"Haha!"

"Young friend, come and talk."

The old man with the long beard laughed heartily; the suction force of the Sky Net sleeve increased greatly, drawing the youth in green robes, who could no longer resist, into it, swallowing him into the sleeve, and vanishing.

Silence returned here.

"Brother Liu, excellent skill!"

Huang Bao felt no surprise; two Jin Dan cultivators plotting carefully to ambush, and a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator trying to escape—it was truly a fantasy.

"Next, we wait for his master to appear; he should compromise. Such a disciple, even I find myself envious."

"However, this boy is only at late Foundation Establishment yet has such strength; it truly makes my heart uneasy. If he advances to Jin Dan, we will be unable to sleep or eat peacefully in the future. It would be best to find one or two secret arts..."

"Brother Huang, something is wrong!"

The old man with the long beard cut him off, his face turning extremely ugly, and he shook his sleeve.

Amidst a pool of undissolved white bones, a pile of clothes, and a pile of Fa Bao fragments mostly vanished, the body of the youth in green robes gradually dissolved into streams of silver-white light, leaving not a single sound.

"He escaped?!!"

"What kind of escape technique is this?"

Huang Bao dared not believe, saying: "My divine sense has been fixed on this person from start to finish; how could he escape? Did you do something, Brother Liu?"

The matter was far too mysterious.

A perfectly fine Foundation Establishment cultivator had suddenly vanished; he could not help but cast suspicious glances at the brothers beside him.

Only within the other's silk sleeve was there a possibility of foul play.

"Do you think it's possible?"

The long-bearded old man's face grew even uglier; the silk sleeve expanded once more, swallowing the wind and sand of several li around, drawing it into the sleeve, yet finding nothing.

"It is impossible."

Huang Bao recalled carefully, finding nothing suspicious; he took a deep breath: "This time we failed to catch a hold on the Master Tushan Sword Cultivator, and instead thoroughly enraged the other party. Let us withdraw for now and deliberate further another day."

"The Cultivation World is vast; we need not fear a peer of the same realm."

More than ten li away,

within a cloud of metal in a nano state, several faint streaks of lightning flashed, then fell silent.

Beneath a certain spiritless desert, within a teleportation array, a youth in green robes sat cross-legged.

"What is the possibility that a Nascent Soul cultivator set this trap?"

Jiang Ding Zi murmured to himself.

"Extremely small, extremely small."

"Even if this Nascent Soul cultivator is truly cautious, he would merely sneak up silently to capture the Master Tushan Demon Palace on the spot, not scheme and expend so many days just to ambush a Jin Dan cultivator; this is far too mysterious."

"Nascent Soul cultivators are busy too."

"Just as I would not expend so much time on a Qi Refining cultivator, without deep hatred or great enmity, a Nascent Soul cultivator would not expend so much time on a Jin Dan cultivator."

"Otherwise, he would have nothing to do in his entire life but keep ambushing Jin Dan cultivators; such things happen endlessly."

"Eliminated,"

"Then, let these two heads serve as decorations for the walls of Master Tushan Xiancheng."

An invisible streak of light appeared outside the array, effortlessly locking onto the target; activating the Electromagnetic Spirit-Hiding Robe, it flew over the land at a speed far exceeding late-stage Jin Dan, heading to kill in the distance.

(End of this chapter)