Chapter 282: Silver Robe

Puff—

Heng Xian danced nimbly, sword light pouring down like flowing water; all thirteen blue-clad and two white-clad fell.

After the corpses turned black and rotted, the ground was littered with tokens.

Tomorrow is the six-day deadline.

He has already slain 367 blue-clad and 69 white-clad.

The tokens already filled a large corner of his storage bag.

But it's still far from enough!

He looked toward the western side of Ku Cheng's densely packed buildings.

If Ku Cheng were split into east and west, the east would be a barren place with few mushroom giants, while the west is the bustling heart of Ku Cheng, where gray-clad and white-clad are more numerous, and silver-clad humanoid monsters also reside.

Conversely, disciples from the major sects also gathered there.

These past days, he has gauged the major sects; fewer than four hundred remain, over two thousand four hundred have perished along the way, a staggering attrition rate!

These remaining four hundred-plus are all elite, each possessing superior cultivation or skill.

But human weaknesses have also been exposed.

In the struggle for mushrooms and giant flowers, this group was rife with conflict; after several clashes, the sect alliance officially disbanded, and each sect went its own way.

Heng Xian withdrew his gaze, rubbed his nose, with less than a day left, it was his turn to scoop up leftovers.

Sheathing his gray-iron sword, he pushed off and darted westward.

He sprinted down the long street for nearly a hundred li; ahead, sect disciples appeared in twos and threes, fighting over a tiny spiritual mushroom.

Moreover, some were besieged by gray-clad and blue-clad foes, unable to kill the immortal humanoid monsters, unable to flee, only able to struggle desperately.

Heng Xian had lost interest in spiritual mushrooms, and even less in gray-clad and blue-clad; along the way he killed only white-clad.

In these two days, his study of the humanoid monsters here means no matter their garb, a single sword strike from him cannot be stopped.

Thus, as he carved a path forward, he encountered at least several waves of sect disciples massively hunting the humanoid monsters guarding mushrooms and flowers; among them were Yu Qiuyi, Du Qiyue, Ye Hongxue, and that day's Jiang Wuya, etc.

All were Primordial Dan Realm experts, unleashing their full might in a terrifying display; gray-clad and blue-clad stood no chance.

Fortunately, everyone was only focused on seizing the fate opportunity, paying no deliberate attention to him.

From morning till dusk, Heng Xian dodged and weaved, ambushing white-clad to pick up scraps, utterly destroying three gray-iron swords and slaying a full 117 white-clad.

This far exceeds the number he killed in the past two days combined.

The sun had already slanted westward.

He stood on a rooftop, glanced at the sunset, then at the sky, puzzled as to how the sun exists in this ancient ruin space.

Just then, a tremendous roar came from the diagonal opposite; roof tiles scattered like flying snow, and the ground cracked with a 'ka-ka' sound into spiderweb fissures.

Shouts and the monsters' howls rose and fell.

Heng Xian pondered, then his flickering form darted out; upon nearing, he lay on another rooftop to look down.

In a courtyard he saw a pair of lush, dazzling twin giant flowers, each the size of a water jar, exuding potent spiritual energy; within the blossoms seemed another world, staring too long made one dizzy.

Disciples of the Tianyuan Sect and Da Luo Holy Sect were cooperating, occupying it.

Yet they were frenziedly attacked by a silver-clad figure bearing a cloud mark on his brow and a silver cloak, leading nearly thirty white-clad and over three hundred blue-clad.

The Primordial Dan Realm experts of the two sects—Si Tu Nan Fei, Bai Lianhua, Niu Wanli, Lin Shuyu, Ji Yaoyue, Huo Yuanqing, and others—stood at the forefront.

One side unleashed treasures and artifacts, soaring and burrowing, with overwhelming momentum.

The other side was the silver-clad monster; its every move shattered heaven and earth, while the white-clad moved like a cunning rabbit, each strike lethal.

The two sides instantly locked together; surrounding buildings trembled as if in an earthquake, gradually collapsing outward.

Such a scene was undoubtedly grand in scale!

Heng Xian's gaze swept over Lin Shuyu, who bore an innate immortal aura yet was unusually cold and earnest; then to Ji Yaoyue, radiant and lively with long, noble legs; finally he scanned the lower-ranked disciples behind, seeing Su Wan'er and senior brother Ma Xiaohua wielding swords to cut down foes.

Especially the senior brother, after years apart, he had grown a small beard, his face bearing an aura of unangered authority, making him look rather like a retired emperor.

Heng Xian chuckled; looking at that silver-clad figure, his gaze began to burn.

The divination showed that Ku Cheng had only three silver-clad.

Each possessed the power to cleave mountains and split seas!

And the tokens of the silver-clad are of utmost importance!

This concerns whether he can secure the ultimate, greatest fate opportunity of the ancient ruin!

Watching the two sect disciples desperately repelling the humanoid monsters while striving to seize the flowers, Heng Xian actually felt a twinge of emotion.

Without the existence of the Mysterious Yellow Heavenly Hexagram, he would surely also join the fight for flowers and mushrooms, after all these are genuine fate opportunities—who would care about tokens?

Even the wisest would not overly concern themselves with tokens, at least not in the short term.

Yet they certainly would not know that one can stay here only six days; after snatching the mushrooms and flowers, there would be no time left to study the tokens.

If this place were truly a trial stage, it ought to test one's analysis of the overall situation.

Among them there is certainly no lack of those with vision; only regrettably, time is insufficient!

Swish—

Just then, that silver-clad leapt into midair and swung down a blade.

The blade's momentum was like a mountain, rolling up a fierce light across the sky, forming a terrifying blade shadow.

Dodge!

Lin Shuyu gave a clear shout, waving her white gauze, which twisted like a long snake, instantly blasting away the low-ranked disciples behind her.

Meanwhile, Bai Lianhua, Niu Wanli, Si Tu Nan Fei, and others jointly deployed treasures to block the silver-clad's blade light.

Boom—

More than ten treasures were all flung away; Bai Lianhua, Si Tu Nan Fei, Lin Shuyu, and Ji Yaoyue's group were all sent flying backward.

Where the blade passed, structures within a hundred meters turned to powder, and the ground gained a crack as thick as an arm.

Fortunately, the low-level disciples had been sent flying by Lin Shuyu beforehand, so no major casualties were caused.

However, at that moment, the 'Yin Yi' from above struck down with another blade.

"Take another blow at him, drain his vigor, kill him, and have the low-level disciples retreat!"

Si Tu Nan Fei shouted angrily and took the lead in charging forward.

Golden Core disciples from all sects joined forces and stepped forward.

The blade aura of the 'Yin Yi' gathered once again.

Not far away, on the rooftop, Heng Xian suddenly put on a cat-face mask, his eyes becoming extremely sharp, the aura of his Qi Hai Realm Ninth Level rising to the extreme, sword qi and sword song emanating around him, his whole being like a sharp, unsheathed sword.

At that moment, the 'Yin Yi' struck down with a blade.

"Now is the time!"

Heng Xian employed the demon hawk evasion technique, flashing toward the 'Yin Yi', and midway produced a vial of potion, smearing it onto his grey-iron sword,

In the blink of an eye he reached the 'Yin Yi''s back, his grey-iron sword coalescing with intense killing intent, and he thrust out nine swords with profound mystery!

The nine swords carried an overwhelming, chilling "killing sword intent", and were arranged in a Nine Palace formation.

The nine swords' ferocity, subtlety, speed, and decisiveness absolutely surpassed Heng Xian's usual peak state.

That 'Yin Yi' had just swung a blade, having no time to react, and his body was instantly sliced into nine pieces.

The nine halves of the corpse, still midair, rotted and withered, and a five-colored glazed token fell straight down.

Heng Xian, like a meteor chasing the moon, performed a swallow-skimming-the-water move, catching the token in his palm, whooshing away with an afterimage, and returned to the nearby rooftop, a few flashes later vanishing to the other side of the house.

This scene happened too suddenly and too fast, to the point that the two Golden Core disciples preparing to block a blade could barely react.

Only after Heng Xian returned to the rooftop did Bai Lianhua's pupils contract, and she murmured, "What is that thing? A demon evasion technique?"

Ji Yaoyue, Si Tu Nan Fei, and the others frowned slightly.

Lin Shuyu waved her snow-white sleeves, her beautiful eyes hinting at a hint of incomprehension.

Only Niu Wanli hoarsely shouted, "Cat-face man! This guy has appeared again!"

(End of chapter)