Chapter 4

"Swish!" A pale white wind blade suddenly arose, carrying two beads of blood, and with its remaining force, it carved two deep marks into a tree several dozen feet away. At this moment, the fat cultivator collapsed like a deflated balloon.

Chu He staggered to his feet and fled, but it was clear that he was severely poisoned.

The thin cultivator, upon seeing this scene, was both shocked and enraged. He immediately pounced, his palms emitting a faint black aura as he pressed them toward Chu He's head.

The fat cultivator, though an outer sect disciple, had a cousin who was an inner sect disciple. The information about this opportunity came from there. If anything happened to him, he might have to face the wrath of that "cousin."

The Hundred Toxins Sect was a demonic sect, and its principles and actions were vastly different from those of the righteous path. Outer sect disciples had low status, and it would not be surprising if he lost his life over this matter.

He hoped to knock out the opponent in time and rescue his junior brother as soon as possible.

At the same time, a bad premonition arose in his heart: at such close range, even he would find it hard to withstand a wind blade, let alone his junior brother, who was one level lower in cultivation.

"Die!" Only by killing that kid could he give an account to his junior brother's cousin.

Chu He, looking at the thin cultivator descending from the air, no longer appeared panicked. Instead, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his body instantly changed.

"Bang!" "Swish!" The thin cultivator's double palms were met by Chu He's right palm, and in an instant, Chu He's left hand released two wind blades, one of which struck the thin cultivator's forehead.

The force of the palm strike sent Chu He flying, crashing heavily several dozen feet away.

"Thud!" The thin cultivator, struck by the wind blade, also fell a dozen feet away. His head was tilted to the side, his eyes wide open in disbelief, and the blood gushing from his forehead had taken away all his remaining life.

After several dozen breaths, Chu He slowly propped himself up with his left hand.

"Phew! Kid, you're still too young to play with someone like me." He spoke while sweating coldly. The thin cultivator's palm strike had broken his right hand, and the intense pain was hard to bear.

The disciples of the Hundred Toxins Sect were skilled in poison, but their spiritual essence was of average quality, and they lacked the power to sustain it. Therefore, this strike only severely injured Chu He, breaking one of his arms. The more pressing issue was the toxins that had entered his body with the palm wind.

However, once these toxins entered Chu He's body, they were continuously devoured and reduced by the Cleansing Fire, which could not be easily affected by them. The second level of the Five Toxins Technique was far less potent than the bone-eroding poison he had previously encountered, and the slightly stronger Cleansing Fire was highly effective in dealing with it.

In other words, throughout the entire process, Chu He was not affected by the toxins. The Cleansing Fire played the primary role in turning the tide.

Secondly, the skill of feigning death was executed perfectly, along with extraordinary courage and quick thinking, which led to his success.

When he released the two wind blade talismans in the critical moment, Chu He felt a sense of familiarity, just like when he used talismans in the "Cultivation" game. Whether it was injecting spiritual essence to activate them or locking onto a target to launch them, the process was identical.

When dealing with the thin cultivator, Chu He inadvertently used some techniques from the game, such as altering the flight path of the wind blade at the moment of activation.

Otherwise, with the thin cultivator pouncing from the air and pressing his palms to his forehead, it would have been impossible for the wind blade to penetrate the palm wind and strike the forehead with the power of a low-grade talisman. Only by altering the flight path to avoid the palm wind and directly targeting the forehead could it be achieved.

The thin cultivator's face was full of disbelief and incomprehension at the time of his death, all because of this incredible wind blade.

Who had ever seen a wind blade from a low-grade talisman make a wide turn and still accurately hit the target? Only high-grade talismans and above, or even treasure talismans, could do this. Even mid-grade talismans were not capable of it. Moreover, to fully activate a high-grade talisman, one needed to be at least at the peak of the ninth level of the Qi Condensation stage. No wonder he died in confusion.

He had no idea that Chu He had put in a lot of effort to achieve this. In the early stages of "Cultivation," to defeat higher-level bosses and enhance the accuracy and power of low-grade talismans was essential. To master this technique, Chu He had conducted no fewer than a thousand experiments.

Chu He did not expect that these techniques could be applied in this world, and without any sense of unfamiliarity.

These matters could be explored later; for now, he needed to stabilize his injuries and recover his energy. After continuously expending a significant amount of spiritual essence to activate two low-grade talismans and then blocking the opponent's palm strike, he was now severely injured.

Chu He used his left hand to pull out a bottle from his chest, bit off the stopper, and poured the remaining Qi-replenishing pills into his mouth. He then sat down on the spot to meditate and absorb the medicinal power.

At the same time, he directed the blackened Cleansing Fire to the broken bones in his right hand, devouring the accumulated and corrupted blood.

Although the Cleansing Fire had devoured a lot of toxins, it still had plenty of strength left, and these minor tasks could be easily accomplished.

After several cycles of meditation, Chu He opened his eyes, forced himself to stand up, and began to search the bodies of the fat and thin cultivators.

After a fierce battle, he certainly could not leave without the spoils, especially since looting corpses was one of his favorite activities in the game.

From the fat cultivator, he found two bottles of Qi-replenishing pills, two low-grade talismans, and several low-grade spirit stones. What delighted Chu He even more was the thin cultivator's belongings.

A storage bag!

Although it was just a low-grade storage bag with a cubic foot of space, it was of considerable value to Chu He at this stage.

Since the owner's cultivation was not high, there were no encryption arrays, so Chu He could use the storage bag immediately. He took out a set of ordinary clothes from the storage bag and changed into them, then put the miscellaneous items inside.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, no grudges, may you reach Nirvana, oh Amitabha. Well done, well done." Muttering a few words, Chu He released a small fireball to incinerate the stacked corpses. Then he found an open area, took out the talisman paper crane from the storage bag, and released it.

The talisman paper crane was the large bird that the fat and thin cultivators had been riding.

The talisman paper crane was a common magical tool used by low-level cultivators for travel. It was made with cicada wing paper as the outer layer and yellow wind bamboo as the frame, both of which were inscribed with wind element talisman patterns. The crane's body had wind element talisman nodes at various points.

This magical tool was very convenient for travel. By placing spirit stones in the concave slots on the crane's body, it could be driven with minimal spiritual essence, or it could be powered entirely by spiritual essence. The talisman paper crane flew steadily and was faster than an ordinary horse.

The advantages of the talisman paper crane were its convenience and speed. However, it was not very durable and could be easily damaged by strong external forces. It could not withstand strong winds at high altitudes, and for long-term use, it was best not to exceed a height of a hundred feet.

Chu He, with a pang of pain, placed two low-grade spirit stones in the two concave slots on the crane's body, then rode it into the air. Since he had used the talisman paper crane during his escape, he found it easy to use this time.

There was no choice but to endure the pain. With only the third level of the Qi Condensation stage, relying solely on spiritual essence to drive the talisman paper crane would not allow him to travel even a few dozen miles. He needed to leave this place by several hundred miles to ensure his safety.