Chapter 838: The Might of the Human‑Cutting Sword

Boom!

Another human habitation tower has collapsed!

"How daring!"

"Where did that wretched beast come from, daring to destroy my Nan Ting human habitation tower!!"

Several cultivators appeared using the human habitation tower's secret technique "Crowd Surge"; under a scarlet sky, Jianfan's Nine‑turn Immortal Accumulation Human‑Cutting Sword emitted a faint, clear chime. The lapis‑colored qi coiling around the blade moved like a living thing, each breath causing the surrounding space to tremble slightly. She stood on the ruins of the third human habitation tower, her feet on the Xuan Kun Dao Head's destiny Accumulation Device "Earth Vein Seal," the jade seal already covered with spider‑web‑like cracks.

"Fourth location." Jianfan wiped the golden blood spilling from her mouth corner, the deer‑shaped mark behind her ear burning intensely. In the distant horizon, seven streams of light pierced the sky—Harmony Dao Cultivators from the Nan Ting Mountain Region, each with a Demon‑Restraining Bell hanging at the waist.

The first to arrive was a Harmony Dao Cultivator from the Wan Dao Mountain Range, named Leifu, proficient in thunder techniques.

Purple lightning serpents roiled in the black clouds beneath his feet; he glared at Jianfan: "Demoness! How dare you destroy three human habitation towers in a row!" The elder formed a hand seal, and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder turned into a massive net overhead.

Jianfan neither dodged nor flinched, lightly flicking the Human‑Cutting Sword upward; the lapis light at the tip absorbed all the thunder. Elder Leifu was astonished to find that his millennia of painstaking thunder technique was being transformed into pure qi, flowing along the blade into the opponent's body.

"What?" Leifu widened his eyes, unable to believe Jianfan's action, then suddenly recalled something: "Precious Beast Crying Deer?!"

"Thank you for the gift." Jianfan's mouth curled into a cold smile, the sword tip suddenly turned toward the ground. The absorbed thunder, mingled with lapis qi, surged into the earth; the foundation of the Xuan Kun Dao stronghold collapsed with a roar, the massive tremor also engulfed the Kun Dao Imperial City, causing countless casualties.

Three hundred sixty formation eyes hidden within the complex burst simultaneously, spewing not rubble but viscous plasma; in the foundations of those human habitation towers, mortal souls had been cast.

Watching those mortal souls drift aimlessly, Jianfan looked up, casually opened a fissure, and as a flood of nether qi poured out, she drew those souls in and sent them within.

But the battle was not over!

The attack of the second Harmony Dao Cultivator arrived silently.

"Comrade Leifu, I come to aid you!"

"Frost Fairy?! Be careful, she is a Precious Beast Crying Deer!"

Frost Fairy was momentarily stunned, but having some cultivation of qi pathways, she saw the blood‑red foul qi entangling Jianfan, and no longer feared; her ten fingers fluttered, and a million ice soul needles condensed in the air.

These ice needles, as fine as cowhair, are designed to pierce magical power and deal massive damage to demonic qi!

"Let this wretched beast finally understand, I am..." Frost Fairy, confident of victory, smiled arrogantly and was about to state her name, but in an instant!

Countless ice soul needles suddenly hovered three zhang away from Jianfan!

Frost Fairy's pupils constricted; she saw each ice needle entwined with tiny golden threads, polluted qi now betraying its caster.

"Qi Path Divine Skill?!"

"You use boys and girls to corrupt qi, reverse‑train Red Dust qi and then forge the Human Primordial Great Pill—have you considered the karmic cycle?" Jianfan's blade trembled lightly, the million ice needles reversed direction. Frost Fairy hurriedly summoned her signature treasure, the Condensing Ice Mirror, whose surface reflected a face covered in golden patterns!

Frost Fairy's pupils narrowed; it was her own younger sister, whom she had personally placed into the Alchemical Furnace a hundred years ago. In a fleeting daze, the ice needles pierced her violet palace, freezing her spirit into an ice statue!

In an instant!

Another Harmony Dao Cultivator's strike came!

The ground beneath Jianfan suddenly turned into a whirlpool of quicksand. Nine stone giant serpents burst from the earth, each serpent head wearing a specially forged Demon‑Sealing Golden Hoop of the Xuan Sect. The Human‑Cutting Sword slashed the serpents, sparks flying, yet only left shallow marks.

"Useless!" The Harmony Dao Cultivator's voice echoed from all directions, "These nine serpents use the Repair Heaven Stone..." Before the words finished, Jianfan suddenly bit her tongue, spitting a mouthful of golden blood onto the blade. The ancient demonic script on the Human‑Cutting Sword lit up one by one, and the blade surged three zhang of azure light. She did not slash at the stone serpents, but drove the sword deep into the ground beneath her. A heart‑wrenching scream rose from below, the nine stone serpents shattered into sand, and the strike pierced the connection point between the Harmony Dao Cultivator and the Earth Vein.

The remaining four Harmony Dao Cultivators, seeing this, immediately formed the "Four Symbols Exterminating Immortal Formation". Illusory shadows of the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise enveloped the four directions, and a sage's phantom emerged at the formation's center.

Jianfan finally showed a solemn expression, the Human‑Cutting Sword held horizontally before her chest, and the deer‑head carving at the hilt suddenly opened its eyes.

"Do you know why this sword can cut human Dao qi?" Her voice suddenly became ethereal, the deer‑shaped mark on the back of her neck fully manifested. The four Harmony Dao Cultivators were horrified to discover that their painstaking magical power was now flowing in reverse!

"That is..."

"The Demon Clan's Human‑Cutting Sword?!"

The remnants of the Crying Deer souls that had been refined were now awakening amid the sword's ringing.

The Harmony Dao Cultivator at the Azure Dragon position suffered first; his prized Immortal Accumulation Artifact backfired, for it was merely refined Crying Deer antler powder. The cultivator at the White Tiger position fared worse; her signature flying sword "Demon‑Slaying Execution" suddenly reversed its tip, and the deer tusk forged within its blade wept blood.

The Four Symbols Formation collapsed on its own without attack, the sage's phantom's angry roar turned into blue smoke and dissipated.

Jianfan did not seize the chance to strike. She looked toward the Wan Dao Mountains, and the Human‑Cutting Sword suddenly trembled as a warning. Though great‑level cultivators like Chu Shanhe had not yet acted, the qi and golden threads of the world were already becoming chaotic, indicating a higher‑level seal was forming.

"Must speed up," she muttered, the blade cutting through a spatial fissure. Just as her figure was about to vanish, she suddenly turned and slashed toward the void. Amidst splattering blood, another Harmony Cultivator staggered into view, the Immortal Accumulation Artifact in his hand, resembling a long spear, only half an inch from Jianfan's back.

"Fifth one." Jianfan flicked the blood‑soaked bead from her sword, glanced at the convulsing Harmony Cultivator on the ground. These so‑called human cultivators, their techniques mixed with Crying Deer remnants, were like prisoners bound by their own hands before the Human‑Cutting Sword.

"Looks like these people are all descendants of that batch from back then," Jianfan sneered.

When her figure appeared at the Xuan Dui Dao, the stationed cultivators had already formed the "Circumference Star Array". Three hundred sixty Golden Core Cultivators each guarded a formation position, and the formation eye seated the Xuan Dui Dao Head.

He had an Eight‑Trigram Mirror floating above his head, continuously emitting golden light that restrained demonic beings.

"Wretched beast! How dare you deceive my Xuan Sect's emptiness?!"

"A mayfly shaking a tree, overreaching itself."

This time Jianfan did not launch a frontal assault. She took from her sleeve the purple‑golden gourd she had obtained from the Xuan Li Dao Head, gently removed its stopper. Three hundred slender golden threads flew out, precisely the corrupted qi stripped from the boys and girls of the human habitation towers. These golden threads, like a returning swarm of bees, found their original owners with pinpoint accuracy. The array instantly fell into chaos; many cultivators clutched throbbing heads, fell to their knees, and screamed in agony.

"Now." Jianfan's Human‑Cutting Sword pierced the ground, the demonic script on its blade crawling outward like a living thing. The floor of the Xuan Dui Dao Temple began to display massive deer‑horn patterns, and from those grooves seeped lapis‑colored liquid—the refined Crying Deer blood that had been suppressed for countless years.

The Eight‑Trigram Mirror of the temple's elder ancestor suddenly exploded, its shards slashing his wrinkled face. "So that's it..." the old man laughed miserably, looking at his gaunt hands; beneath his skin golden patterns similar to Jianfan's appeared, "Our Xuan Dui lineage's 'Dui Ze True Qi' is actually..."

He could not finish his words. The entire Xuan Dui Dao Temple suddenly sank three zhang, and a thunderous roar of broken chains echoed from below.