Chapter 492: The Sword Cultivator's Promise

Cluster Heavy Artillery Bombardment of Cultivators Main Text Volume Chapter 524: The Sword Cultivator's Promise — Jiang Ding's speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye he had flown several hundred kilometers, leaving the previous matters behind him, and instead began to contemplate the matter of Divine Crow Zhenjun.

"There's no rush for now; I cannot kill a Nascent Soul cultivator at present."

"The Super Warship still needs five years to be built. Five years from now, I will begin considering how to lure out Divine Crow Zhenjun without any future trouble. This should not be difficult; there is plenty of chaos on General Heishi's territory, and I can simply choose a spot to expand it."

Jiang Ding Zi murmured.

Once one reaches the Nascent Soul realm, a hundred-year closed-door cultivation is rare, but closed-door cultivation of several decades is common.

Whether to wait or not, it's better not to wait.

Of course, all of this is under the premise of ensuring absolute safety.

……

At the original location, blood light flickered all around Han Lin's body as he dodged the attacks of the black coffin magic treasure. One of his arms had at some unknown point turned into white bone, hanging limply at his side.

Clearly, he had once again played a trump card, barely escaping with his life.

"Indeed, a famous reputation is never unearned."

The red-faced old man of the Heishi clan showed no trace of pride, and said with wariness: "This person is indeed worthy of being a Jin Dan who escaped from the hands of the Six Paths Holy Son. A mere early-stage Jin Dan, yet so difficult to kill. If he were mid-stage Jin Dan, or late-stage Jin Dan, what then?"

Killing intent churned in his heart.

At this moment, not only was there greed, but a great sense of mission also arose in his heart.

This kind of person—

If allowed to grow, he fears nothing less than becoming another Xue Liuyun, one who in the future will shake the foundations of the Heishi clan and the Beiyuan Family, bringing endless calamities upon their descendants.

"After the Dari Sect, who knows how many demons and monsters there are in Beiyuan."

The enchanting beauty of the Heishi clan beside him also sighed. While slowly grinding down the enemy's magic power, she waved her hand and sent out formation flags one after another, sealing the area airtight. Only then did she look toward the ordinary-looking young man at the center, and demonic sounds assailed his ears: "True Person Qinglin, why not surrender? I can swear on my ancestors that I will surely send your divine soul into reincarnation."

"In the next life, if you have a good birth, you may not be unable to achieve immortality."

Han Lin said not a word.

He burned a wisp of heart's blood, transforming it into a stream of magic power, igniting several top-grade third-tier talismans, temporarily withstanding the black coffin and bronze ge magic treasures, as well as the intermittent falling Black Feather Blade spells.

"Senior Crane, is there still a way?"

Han Lin asked in a low voice within his divine soul: "If there truly is none, I can blast open a gap and let you escape alive, so as not to betray the many years of friendship between us."

"……"

There was no response.

After a long while,

a puzzled long sigh.

"You and that person—weren't you on quite good terms? Why doesn't he save you?"

An aged voice rang out.

"That person?"

"What person?"

Han Lin was taken aback.

He then reacted: in this Cultivation World, who else could be called someone on good terms with him, and yet able to casually save him?

"Little Martial Uncle!"

Han Lin was overjoyed, but upon hearing the words that followed, his heart suddenly sank.

"That person left long ago."

The aged voice sighed: "Why can't you learn from him? His strength is greater than yours, right? But he never causes trouble. Not to mention causing trouble, I estimate that no cultivator in all of Beiyuan has even seen him, let alone him stirring up any karma or pursuit."

"Unlike you, who gets hunted wherever you go, never a moment of peace."

He cursed angrily.

"This is not my wish."

"It's mostly bad luck."

Han Lin gave a bitter smile: "Besides, how could I compare with Little Martial Uncle? His talent is peerless; as long as he stays steady, he can cultivate to the next realm.

With my Four Spiritual Roots aptitude, if I were to act like him and avoid karma, I'm afraid even Foundation Establishment would be a luxury, and reaching the eighth or ninth layer of Qi Refining would be unattainable. I would long ago have been a pile of dry bones."

"That is true."

"Your aptitude… is indeed a bit lacking."

The aged voice sighed, somewhat curious: "You don't seem to bear a grudge? Watching someone die without helping, especially someone with whom you have ties—ordinary people would generally feel resentment."

"How could I?"

Han Lin shook his head: "Our previous interactions were mostly Little Martial Uncle bestowing kindness upon me. For him, it was merely a casual act, not any special regard for me, nor true friendship.

His way of doing things is just like that. Many mortals in the State of Yue, many mortals in the State of Tu, have received his grace, but the vast majority have never heard his name, nor seen him care about it."

"A proud sword cultivator."

Han Lin sighed.

"I'm afraid he has never cared about what return he might get from those he has helped; he simply likes doing so."

"A favor of a measure of rice breeds gratitude; a favor of a dou of rice breeds enmity. Such things, I disdain to do."

"Senior Crane, how shall we prepare?"

Han Lin smiled freely: "I am going to burn my essence blood and prepare to take one down with me. You find your own chance to escape."

He was not worried about this.

This one is a Tiangui Laoguai of many years, with unfathomably strange methods; this is merely a final reminder.

Another silence for a while.

"It has not yet come to that."

The aged voice stopped him from burning his essence blood.

"You can still perform one more Void-Shifting Flash?"

Han Lin's hand-seal faltered, overwhelmed by pleasant surprise.

"No, just give it a try."

The aged voice sighed mournfully.

"Using it now, I always feel this old man is getting the short end of the deal. Sword cultivators do keep their promises, though. Sigh, there's no other way…"

A wisp of extremely high-quality divine sense, using a secret art, pierced through the formation and transmitted toward some unknown distant place.

……

"Little friend…"

Jiang Ding, concealed and flying through the sky, felt his scalp suddenly prickle.

A wisp of divine sense entered his sea of consciousness without a sound. No defense, no concealment or hiding was of any use whatsoever; it simply arrived in his sea of consciousness and transformed into a voice touched by the vicissitudes of time.

Clang!

Inside the sea of consciousness, the Small Accomplishment level Sword Intent of Destruction rang out sharply, spreading a ring of will that shattered spirit and destroyed law. It locked onto the target and surged down like a tide, surrounding the foreign wisp of divine sense completely, sealing it off to prevent it from spying on the sea of consciousness, and then cleanly sliced it apart with a single sword strike.

"Wait, little friend, I am—"

The vicissitude-laden voice turned considerably shriller.

Jiang Ding's sword intent descended even faster.

For something that intruded into his sea of consciousness, he had no desire to parley. Killing it outright and then getting far away was the best choice.

"The Grass and Tree Spirit Fruit!"

The vicissitude-laden voice roared.

Although he had once possessed an extremely high realm, this wisp of divine sense was simply too fragile. Beneath this terrifying sword intent, he could do absolutely nothing—not even move.

Jiang Ding's sword intent paused.

"Back then, the matter of the Grass and Tree Spirit Fruit!"

"Little friend! This old man and you are both children of a mother. You cannot kill me!"

The vicissitude-laden voice spoke rapidly, afraid that this baleful star's sword might slip, in which case everything would be over.

"This aura feels somewhat familiar…"

Jiang Ding did not strike again. After applying layer upon layer of seals to trap this wisp of divine sense, he fell into thought.

Back then, within the Nine Heavens Ruins, he had endured many hardships and ultimately succeeded in obtaining a Grass and Tree Spirit Fruit, which granted the Grass and Tree Spirit Physique to Lin Wanqiu, who was already forty or fifty years old and whose aptitude and comprehension were nothing remarkable.

With this, Lin Wanqiu successfully advanced to Foundation Establishment and extended her lifespan by two hundred and fifty years.

This Grass and Tree Spirit Fruit had been personally planted tens of thousands of years ago by a senior of the Nine Heavens Tianshenlei Sect, in memory of his long-deceased mother, leaving his grace to posterity.

"Senior Chen He…?"

Jiang Ding asked hesitantly.

The aura of this wisp of divine sense shared both similarities and differences with the aura on the characters left by that senior beneath the Grass and Tree Spirit Tree, commemorating his own mother.

If it truly was closely connected to that senior, he was willing to grant the other party a favor.