Chapter 106: The Marrow-Cleansing Fruit Obtained, the Chicken Farmer's Blade
You watched Zhang Wei flee into the distance, chuckled lightly, abandoned everyone present, and directly gave chase.
Behind you, the enraged Flood Dragon began a massacre, its half-step Nascent Soul cultivation revealed. It opened its massive bloody maw and swallowed the nearest Wang Qiuyu in one gulp.
Then, the Flood Dragon roared toward the sky, a trace of its Flood Dragon bloodline stimulated, and all the demonic beasts within the deep forest went berserk, obeying the Flood Dragon's commands.
You chased all the way, but did not see Zhang Wei's figure. Yet you were not anxious.
Because when you had patted Zhang Wei's shoulder earlier, you had already left a divine sense mark on him in advance.
Even though your Primordial Spirit was suppressed by the Secret Realm's rules, covering a radius of several thousand li was still no great problem.
Your eyes snapped open, the corners of your mouth curving in a smile. "Found you!"
Your Golden Core perfection cultivation fully erupted. In just a quarter of an hour, you arrived at a cave.
Within the cave, you sensed the aura of the divine sense mark you had left behind.
"Stop hiding, come out. I've already found you." You did not enter, instead calling out from outside the cave.
There was no movement within the cave. A moment later, just as you were growing impatient, Zhang Wei slowly walked out.
"Cough, cough, Fellow Daoist, you've come." Severely injured, Zhang Wei supported himself against the wall, slowly stepping out. As he spoke to you, he even began coughing blood.
You looked at his appearance and laughed. "Fellow Daoist truly has impressive methods. You snatched the Marrow-Cleansing Fruit Tree and ran, not wanting to share a single one with us."
"Cough, cough, Fellow Daoist jests. I'll give them now." So saying, Zhang Wei took out a not-yet-fully-mature Marrow-Cleansing Fruit, sending it before you with spiritual power.
"This is what I promised you back then."
You looked at the Marrow-Cleansing Fruit before you, slowly shook your head, and said, "Wang Qiuyu is dead, so give me his share too."
"Sigh, very well then. I'll trouble Fellow Daoist." So saying, Zhang Wei took out another Marrow-Cleansing Fruit and handed it before you.
You put away the two Marrow-Cleansing Fruits. Though not yet fully mature, they could still produce eighty percent of their effect.
You left, but not completely.
You concealed yourself near the cave, all for the sake of watching a good show.
Not long after you left, the Little Monk and the Scholar arrived together, and quickly discovered Zhang Wei hiding within the cave.
"Amitabha, Fellow Daoist, it is time to honor your promise." The Little Monk looked at Zhang Wei, who had once again stepped out of the cave.
Zhang Wei said nothing, merely sending out Marrow-Cleansing Fruits.
The Little Monk put away one Marrow-Cleansing Fruit and stood to the side, his gaze turning toward the Scholar.
"Fellow Daoist, please hand over the one inside!" The Scholar only glanced at the Marrow-Cleansing Fruit, then directly drew his sword, killing intent blazing.
Hearing this, Zhang Wei's expression shifted slightly, but he still forced himself to remain calm. "Hand over what? There's only me in here."
"I've already given you all the Marrow-Cleansing Fruits I promised. Is there something you're still dissatisfied with?"
"Heh, in that case, don't blame me for being rude!"
The Scholar raised his longsword, spiritual power pouring in continuously, then slashed out with a single stroke!
"Don't!" Already severely injured, Zhang Wei simply could not resist, and could only watch helplessly as the sword strike cleaved toward the cave.
A Golden Core cultivator's full-powered strike directly razed the entire cave to flat ground!
As the smoke dispersed, you saw a man walk out from the ruins, a Golden Core, fourth layer cultivation.
"Jun Xiaoyao, you really were hiding here!" As a disciple of the Deer-Chasing Academy, the Scholar said not another word upon seeing Jun Xiaoyao, directly raising his longsword and slashing forward.
"So this is the Jun Xiaoyao known as the number one below Nascent Soul?" You watched the two in battle. In a life-and-death fight, both used their full strength.
The two were indeed heaven's chosen. A casual strike could heavily wound a late-stage Golden Core cultivator!
You watched the two do battle for half a day, yet still could not see how this Jun Xiaoyao could possibly kill a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
"Golden Core, fourth layer cultivation, fighting a Golden Core, seventh layer to a standstill. Truly impressive. But it is still far from enough to slay a Nascent Soul cultivator across realms."
Soon, the doubt in your heart was revealed.
"You forced me to do this!" Already severely injured, Jun Xiaoyao was enraged. After putting some distance between himself and the Scholar, he directly pulled out a...cleaver!
From the cleaver, an aura that made one's heart tremble emanated. This power was far beyond what a Golden Core cultivator could master — even Spirit Transformation likely could not!
You stared at the cleaver in Jun Xiaoyao's hand, dazed.
This is the chicken-slaughtering knife in the chicken keeper's hand...
Having eaten so many phoenix chickens, you naturally recognized this cleaver. The aura on the blade was also very familiar to you.
Has something happened? you murmured inwardly, your gaze gradually turning resolute.
Though my strength is lowly, I should at least do something.
You made up your mind, and the way you looked at Jun Xiaoyao turned dangerous.
Jun Xiaoyao simply could not control this blade, and could only rely on the blade's own power to kill his enemy.
Before this blade, all of the Scholar's attack methods were rendered useless. Any defensive artifact, before this blade, was like cutting melons and slicing vegetables.
Jun Xiaoyao slashed out a blade of qi, directly cleaving the Scholar in two!
The Scholar, split in two, did not die, nor did blood spill from the wound.
"Is this your method? Interesting!" The Scholar's bisected body slowly vanished. This had actually been a clone!
Jun Xiaoyao panted heavily, looking toward the Little Monk with a face full of killing intent.
"Amitabha, Fellow Daoist, this humble one was only passing by, and has no intention of making a move."
Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao finally let out a breath of relief, but the next second he tensed up once more.
"Fellow Daoist, where did this blade of yours come from?" You no longer hid, stepping out from the shadows, studying the blade in Jun Xiaoyao's hand.
Jun Xiaoyao sized you up, frowning. "What business is it of yours? What, you want to make a move against me too?"
"Fellow Daoist, why have you come back again?" The atmosphere was tense and hostile. Zhang Wei hurriedly came out to smooth things over.
You glanced at him and laughed. "Hand over this blade, and tell me where it came from, and I will spare your life."
You issued your final ultimatum.
"Sigh, Fellow Daoist, why bother?"
Zhang Wei sighed in a low voice, then suddenly attacked you!
Bang!
Facing a Golden Core, seventh layer cultivator's full-powered strike, you extended a single hand and, with nothing but the power of your physical body, caught it.
How could that possibly be!!!