Chapter 107: Origin, Mount, Instant Kill of a Spirit Transformation Cultivator
“How could that possibly be!”
Zhang Wei stared at you in disbelief. A full-power strike from a late-stage Golden Core cultivator had failed to shake you in the slightest.
“Just who are you!”
You couldn’t be bothered to waste breath on Zhang Wei. Since he had already ambushed you, there was no need to leave a living witness.
Your terrifying physical strength was released in full. A single punch sent Zhang Wei flying into the sky, the immense force erupting completely within his body.
Boom—!
Zhang Wei exploded like fireworks, scattering as a rain of blood across the surroundings. He was dead beyond any doubt.
The Little Monk, who had been hiding nearby watching the show, stared at you in disbelief. At this moment, you were a completely different person.
Jun Xiaoyao watched this scene blankly, then rage flooded his entire body. A powerful killing intent surged out, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at you, the hand gripping the kitchen knife trembling slightly.
“AHHH! I’m going to kill you!!!”
In his extreme fury, Jun Xiaoyao broke through, his cultivation reaching the fifth layer of the Golden Core.
At this point, you couldn’t be bothered to waste words on him either. The Earth-rank high-grade Human Sovereign Banner appeared in your hand, surging out over a hundred Nascent Soul Remnant Souls that charged straight at Jun Xiaoyao.
The Little Monk looked at the Human Sovereign Banner in your hand, black qi billowing from it, and his gaze toward you was filled with deep wariness.
“Amitabha, how many people must have been killed for this? Fellow Daoist, could you be a demonic cultivator?”
Then should I actually intervene, to ferry these departed souls onward?
The Little Monk fell into a dilemma.
You were deeply wary of the kitchen knife in Jun Xiaoyao’s hand. So, to avoid direct contact, you chose a divine sense attack.
No matter how monstrous Jun Xiaoyao was, his divine sense could not withstand dozens of Nascent Soul Remnant Souls. He stood there blankly, utterly dazed.
Before long, the kitchen knife in his hand fell away on its own. He clutched his head with both hands, the immense pain unbearable, and actually collapsed unconscious on the spot.
Your figure flashed, instantly appearing beside Jun Xiaoyao. You reached out and took the kitchen knife.
So it really is Yang Ji’s kitchen knife. I wonder what happened to the Village Chief and the others. You studied the kitchen knife in your hand for a moment, then sighed.
Putting away the kitchen knife, you glanced at Jun Xiaoyao lying on the ground, reached out and grabbed him, your powerful Primordial Spirit force surging directly into his mind.
Roaming through Jun Xiaoyao’s mind, flipping through his memories, you quickly learned everything you wanted to know.
Jun Xiaoyao had originally been a disciple of the Deer-Chasing Academy. While on a date with Little Junior Sister in the back mountains of the academy, he had discovered this knife.
Afterward, Jun Xiaoyao was influenced by the baleful qi within the knife and conceived the idea of claiming it for himself. And so, Little Junior Sister “died for love!”
There is no wall in the world that doesn’t let wind through. Jun Xiaoyao’s teacher quickly sensed something was wrong, and so called Jun Xiaoyao aside alone to question him.
In the end, Jun Xiaoyao killed his teacher and defected from the Deer-Chasing Academy! Fleeing and evading all the way here.
“You beast!”
Your fist came down, and Jun Xiaoyao’s entire body exploded, leaving no corpse behind.
After cleaning all this up, you finally noticed the Little Monk beside you. You merely glanced at him once.
“This poor Daoist still has matters to attend to. We shall meet again if fate allows!”
The Little Monk fled directly.
The stench of blood instantly drew the attention of the surrounding demonic beasts.
“ROAR!!!”
A Flood Dragon coiled in the sky above, lowering its head to look at you. “Human, hand over the Marrow-Cleansing Fruit, and I will spare your life!”
You instantly soared into the air. At this moment, all you wanted was to find where Yang Ji had gone. You didn’t want to waste any more time here.
One punch down, and the half-step Nascent Soul Flood Dragon was struck from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground.
A second punch down, and the half-step Nascent Soul Flood Dragon was gravely wounded, lying on the ground barely breathing.
Before you could swing a third punch, the Flood Dragon hurriedly begged for mercy. “Senior, I was wrong, I’ll never do it again, please, Senior, show mercy and spare this small one’s life!”
Before you, the Flood Dragon transformed into human form, falling to its knees and kowtowing repeatedly for mercy.
You thought for a moment, then said, “I am still lacking a mount. Are you willing?”
“Willing, of course I’m willing!” The Flood Dragon agreed at once, transforming back into dragon form, its head pressed to the ground, waiting for you to climb on.
You stepped on without the slightest courtesy, pointing ahead. “Go, I’m taking you out of this Secret Realm!”
“A dragon, it’s a dragon!” At the Secret Realm’s exit, someone pointed at the sky and shouted.
“What dragon? That’s just a Flood Dragon with a trace of dragon bloodline,” a knowledgeable cultivator corrected.
“Hiss, this pressure — half-step Nascent Soul cultivation!”
“What’s it doing here? Could it be trying to destroy this place?”
“Look, there seems to be someone on the Flood Dragon’s head!”
“Who is that? How dare he stand on a Flood Dragon’s head!”
“He’s coming down!”
The Flood Dragon transformed into human form, disguised as a scholar, and landed slowly alongside you.
The moment you landed, you were surrounded by the Law Enforcement Team of the Profound Heaven Holy Land. Ten ninth-layer Golden Core cultivators raised their spears, staring at you tensely.
You chuckled lightly. “Don’t be nervous. This is my newly acquired mount.”
“Greetings, Fellow Daoist. May I ask what you intend to…”
A female cultivator walked out from within the Law Enforcement Team’s encirclement, sized you up, and inquired.
“I intend to leave the Secret Realm, bringing this mount with me. What, do you have some objection?”
“No…” The Steward smiled awkwardly. “Please, as you will.”
“Mm.” You led the Flood Dragon toward the nearby Secret Realm exit.
When you had entered the Secret Realm, you had already paid the spirit stones. Everything obtained from the Secret Realm was entirely your own. There was no need for additional fees.
“Quick, notify the Elders outside. Tell them that Flood Dragon has been subdued by someone!” Watching your departing figure, the Steward whispered instructions to the person beside him.
The scene flashed. You successfully left the Secret Realm, your Nascent Soul cultivation and Spirit Transformation physical strength both fully restored.
Sensing the powerful pressure emanating from you, the Flood Dragon beside you trembled once more.
Is this my master’s strength? How terrifying!
Just as you were about to leave with the Flood Dragon, a group of people surrounded you once again. The leader was a Spirit Transformation cultivator.
“Fellow Daoist, you may leave, but this Flood Dragon must stay,” the Spirit Transformation cultivator said, pointing at the Flood Dragon behind you, in a tone that brooked no refusal.
“Oh? I recall the Profound Heaven Holy Land doesn’t have such a rule?” You stared at the Spirit Transformation cultivator before you, smiling but not smiling.
The Spirit Transformation cultivator shrugged indifferently. “Sorry, there is now!”
Boom—!
Your fist swung out, and the early-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator of the Profound Heaven Holy Land was slain in a single blow!