Chapter 84

Chapter 49: The Yin Devil Rampages, the Blade Cuts the Blood Spirit (Part 2)

The two cultivators from the Blood Spirit Sect had already revealed a lot of information in their conversation. The male cultivator's blood spirit seemed to have been destroyed by Fang Zhen, while the female cultivator appeared to be unharmed. If they were to engage in combat, the priority should be to eliminate the latter first.

Zhang Yan estimated his position relative to the two and, despite the growing intensity of his desire to kill, his expression became increasingly calm. He decided that once the fight began, even if he couldn't kill one of them, he would at least severely wound them, otherwise, the situation would become extremely passive.

After sitting in silence for a moment, he silently turned around, and a drop of Yin-yu heavy water emerged from the top of his head, suddenly flying toward the male cultivator. This move was not intended to achieve success but to restrain him. All of his attention was focused on the female cultivator.

The male cultivator, who was speaking animatedly, suddenly noticed a black light flying toward him and was startled. Instinctively, he raised the gourd in his hand to block it. With a "bang," a force like a mountain collapsing and a sea surging hit his arm, making his chest feel suffocated, and he was knocked off the stone.

This drop of Yin-yu heavy water, though seemingly small, was actually as heavy as a thousand catties, and he clearly had no defense against it.

Almost simultaneously, a blue sword light swiftly slashed toward the female cultivator's neck. She reacted quickly, sliding her feet and letting her body fall. Suddenly, a warning sign appeared in her mind, and she saw a green light rushing toward her side. The speed was so fast that it almost made her scream. Just as it was about to sever her head, she twisted her waist in mid-air and rolled to avoid the vital areas. However, her arm was cut off by the sharp edge of the Ruyi Divine Dart, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The female cultivator let out a painful groan, and with her remaining hand, she touched her white belly, pulled out the navel plug, and a blood-colored figure emerged from her body. It hovered in the air for a moment and then rushed toward the place where Zhang Yan was hiding.

Zhang Yan had already left his original hiding place, his figure faintly visible in the mist. Seeing the blood-colored figure rushing toward him, he raised his hand, recalled the Star Sword Pill, and simultaneously used his mind to control the Ruyi Divine Dart to cut toward the female cultivator's neck again.

However, with the previous delay, it wasn't so easy. The female cultivator's elastic body paused in the air, spun, and her skirt flared like a wheel, revealing her white, long legs. The pointed shoes on her feet seemed to be a treasure, and with several kicks, they made a clanging sound, actually blocking the Ruyi Divine Dart's attack.

Zhang Yan, facing the pursuing blood spirit, cast a spell, and the sword pill circled in the air, cutting down. However, this strike passed through the blood spirit without any effect, and it continued to rush toward him.

Zhang Yan's gaze sharpened. Clearly, this blood spirit had been cultivated for a long time, and its blood essence was both real and illusory, not comparable to the mindless Yin devils. His sword pill, which had not yet been imbued with mystic light, could not destroy such a formless entity.

Seeing the blood spirit getting closer, he quickly retreated backward.

The female cultivator, seeing this, became more aggressive. She kicked the Ruyi Divine Dart again and shouted, "Senior Brother, let's join forces to kill this person and divide his essence equally."

These exchanges happened in a very short time. The male cultivator, who had just recovered, had a pale face. Hearing the female cultivator's call, he responded, chanting a spell and shaking the gourd in his hand. A blob of dark green gas spewed out, emitting a foul, pungent odor, and rushed toward Zhang Yan's position.

The female cultivator also continuously urged the blood spirit forward, attempting to launch a coordinated attack.

Zhang Yan's face showed a cold smile. He paused his retreat, and in his hand appeared a cloud-patterned vermilion pen. He threw it toward the oncoming blood spirit and said, "Go."

As if responding to the aura, the tip of the pen emitted three kinds of energy. With a single brush, the blood spirit's intense color faded, and its previously erratic movements slowed, no longer as swift as before.

The blood spirit was connected to the female cultivator's soul. Suddenly injured, her face turned pale, and she clutched her chest, retreating several steps. She frantically cast spells, trying to recall the blood spirit, while the male cultivator also desperately urged the gas cloud to press forward, attempting to stop Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan would not let the blood spirit escape easily. He sneered, ignoring the green cloud above his head, and drove the pen to brush again. Instantly, the essence of the blood spirit was erased, and it dissipated into the air.

The female cultivator let out a piercing cry, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and her body softened, falling to the ground.

At this moment, Zhang Yan felt a foul smell, and his head spun. He coldly hummed, shook his sleeve, and a pill fell into his palm. He put it in his mouth, and his mind instantly cleared.

Looking up at the green cloud, he raised the pen in his hand and brushed it in the air. A large chunk of the gas cloud was immediately missing, and after several more brushes, it became fragmented and scattered.

The male cultivator's face changed drastically. Without a word, he picked up the female cultivator and fled into the air.

Zhang Yan let out a cold laugh, paused, and a cloud of mist appeared. He also rose and pursued.

Because he was carrying someone, the male cultivator's speed was not very fast. Zhang Yan quickly caught up, pointed his fingers, and a green light and a blue light flew out, cutting toward the male cultivator's back.

The male cultivator frantically took out a bone tablet, raised it, and it transformed into a large green-faced, fanged shield, covering his entire body. There were two "claps," and the shield, for some unknown reason, blocked both the Ruyi Divine Dart and the Star Sword Pill.

The sword pill and the Ruyi Divine Dart continued to attack, creating a dense sound like a sudden rain hitting a roof, but they could not break through the bone shield.

Zhang Yan's eyes narrowed. He reached into his sleeve, touching the Soul Suppressing Inkstone, but after a moment's thought, he abandoned the idea.

If he used the Soul Suppressing Inkstone, the male cultivator could sacrifice the female cultivator to save his life, thus reducing his burden and possibly allowing him to escape.

Seeing the male cultivator's determined expression, retreating while fighting, but still circling around, Zhang Yan realized he was trying to buy time, waiting for "Senior Brother Li" to arrive. He couldn't help but sneer, "Do you think I can't deal with you?"

He spread his hands, and a large beast-faced sword appeared in his hand. With a loud cry, his speed almost doubled, and in a very short time, he was in front of the male cultivator. He raised the divine weapon obtained from Qu Chang and slashed down at the bone shield.

The male cultivator did not expect Zhang Yan to use this move. The beast-faced sword came with such ferocity that he had no choice but to raise the shield to block. With a "crack," the bone shield shattered on the spot.

The male cultivator was terrified, threw the female cultivator aside, and turned to flee. The sword's light flashed, and his left leg was severed, causing him to cry out in pain, his face contorted. His body involuntarily paused, and the third slash came, leaving him no time to dodge. He could only watch as the blade approached, and it fell on his head.

With a "thud," he was split in two. Zhang Yan's sword blade vibrated, turned, and crushed the spirit, then slowly descended to the ground.

The female cultivator, thrown from the air, was already half-dead, unable to move. Seeing Zhang Yan approach with a blank expression, she panicked, "No, don't kill me, whatever conditions you have, I will agree..."

Zhang Yan ignored her, walked closer, and cut her in half with one stroke, then waved his sleeve, dispersing her spirit.

With a "clank," Zhang Yan slammed the sword handle into the ground.

After cutting down both, the sword blade had not a single drop of blood. He felt a sense of satisfaction, understanding why many cultivators preferred physical strength. With a divine weapon in hand and a superior mystic technique for protection, one need not worry about any treasures or flying swords. In battle, a single stroke could end a life, truly exhilarating.

Originally, he had considered taking a live captive, but thinking of the Blood Spirit Sect disciples' mysterious and unpredictable methods, he realized that even if the information they provided was true, if they had any means to track spirits, it would be counterproductive. It was better to cut them down cleanly.

From their conversation, he learned that their master would arrive in half a month. This person could place a blood spirit a thousand miles away and suppress several Ming Qi cultivators, indicating a terrifying level of strength. He didn't know what realm this expert was at.

Zhang Yan thought to himself that with his current cultivation, he had no chance against such an expert. It would be better to find a safe place and improve his strength as soon as possible.

The techniques recorded in the "Taiyi Golden Book" only showed their power at the Mystic Light stage. If he could cultivate them sooner, he would have a chance to fight.

With this in mind, he took the spatial sleeves from the two corpses, not bothering to look at the rest. He used evil salt to completely dissolve the remains and then, following the map, quickly flew toward a distant cave.

Not long after he left, a figure with a strong blood aura appeared, revealing a man with hawk-like eyes, thin lips, and a prominent nose. His nose moved strangely, first showing confusion, then a dark expression.

Soon, more than ten people arrived, all bowing respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Senior Brother Li."

Senior Brother Li snorted, acknowledging them. His gaze moved down and saw a disciple holding someone, asking, "Who is this person?"

The cultivator replied, "This is a captured disciple of the Ming沧 Sect, brought here for Senior Brother to deal with."

If Zhang Yan were here, he would recognize the captured person as Zhao Zhen.

Facing Senior Brother Li's questioning, Zhao Zhen sneered, "Your dead appearance clearly shows you've practiced the Blood Essence Technique, making you neither human nor demon. Do you think you're qualified to interrogate me? Just give me a quick death."

Senior Brother Li's eyes showed a hint of approval, "Good, you have spirit. I will grant your wish."

The blood-colored hand threw Zhao Zhen upward, then grabbed him, squeezing him. The sound of bones and flesh breaking echoed, and after a moment, the mystic light retracted, and Zhao Zhen disappeared. His blood, flesh, bones, and essence were all absorbed into Senior Brother Li's body.

Senior Brother Li's gaze swept over the disciples, a faint pressure in his eyes. All the disciples involuntarily lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

After a while, he slowly said, "Our master is currently refining a true demon. Disciples should serve their master. You few, search the area. Report any Ming沧 Sect disciples you see."

The disciples responded in unison, "Yes, Senior Brother Li."