Free Web NovelChapter 405: Chapter 309: Spirit Field Environment (2)
At that moment, she didn’t hesitate. After swallowing a two-colored pill, her condition was instantly restored, and the Spiritual Power in her Qi Sea not only returned but actually increased.
This was only temporary.
Lin Ke knew that if she couldn’t escape the clutches of the Blood Spirit Sect’s Blood Demon within a short time, she would very likely perish in this Secret Realm.
Within a single breath, the pill’s effects peaked, and Lin Ke’s state reached its zenith.
She had to counterattack to create an opportunity to escape. Her counterattack might also mislead him into thinking she had no intention of fleeing, but rather intended to kill him.
"Go!"
Two azure Flying Swords shot out from behind her, one to the left and one to the right.
Mid-flight, the two Flying Swords intertwined, spinning rapidly around each other.
The barrier of blood-energy was instantly torn open, and the two azure Flying Swords shot straight for Ye Jinghui of the Blood Spirit Sect.
"You Spirit Refiners from the Purple Mist Sect have a few tricks up your sleeves, but not enough."
Ye Jinghui sneered. A massive, blood-red claw shot out from his chest and clamped down firmly on the two azure Flying Swords. The swords vibrated ceaselessly but were unable to break free from the claw’s grasp.
Lin Ke’s face fell.
’This Blood Demon from the Blood Spirit Sect is even stronger than I imagined. To be able to trap me while simultaneously wielding such immense power... Among the Inner Sect Disciples, besides Senior Brother Gao, no one would be his match.’
Ye Jinghui’s tone was light, and his attitude toward Lin Ke was one of pure contempt, as if he could dispose of this Spirit Refiner with ease.
In reality, he was still quite cautious.
Though he appeared relaxed, he was actually searching for an opportunity for a one-hit kill.
He absolutely could not let this Spirit Refiner from the Purple Mist Sect escape.
The two were locked in combat for a Hundred Breaths.
Ye Jinghui was constantly looking for an opportunity.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
’Now’s my chance!’
A crimson Blood Needle materialized in the palm of his right hand, which he had kept behind his back.
This was no ordinary Blood Needle, but an exceptional Blood Artifact.
Activating this exceptional Blood Artifact required consuming a certain amount of one’s own lifeblood.
Only Blood Demons dared to go through such Refining for their Blood Artifacts; cultivators of other paths simply didn’t have that much lifeblood to spare.
"Die!"
Lifeblood seeped from his fingertips and flowed into the Blood Needle, which began to glow with an even more vibrant, crimson light.
Within the sea of blood that trapped the Spirit Refiner, the Blood Needle shot forward at incredible speed. This combination was Ye Jinghui’s strongest killing blow at his current level of power.
But the Blood Needle didn’t pierce the Spirit Refiner as Ye Jinghui expected. Instead, it was met with the sound of shattering glass.
"What was that?"
Ye Jinghui’s expression finally changed. It wasn’t because his strongest killing blow had failed to kill the Spirit Refiner, but because he had lost his connection with his Blood Needle. He couldn’t retrieve it.
Soon, his expression returned to normal.
He concluded that he had only temporarily lost his connection to it. ’Once I kill this Spirit Refiner,’ he thought, ’I’ll get everything back.’
Though Lin Ke put on a calm facade, she was panicking inside.
’My most important life-saving measure is gone, and I still haven’t escaped this sea of blood.’
As her condition continued to deteriorate, compounded by the pill’s side effects, it would only become easier and easier for the Blood Spirit Sect’s Blood Demon to kill her.
The stalemate continued.
When the azure lotus surrounding Lin Ke began to fade, Ye Jinghui’s heart leaped with joy. He was finally about to finish this Spirit Refiner from the Purple Mist Sect.
He believed he could kill any of the Purple Mist Sect’s Spirit Refiners in a one-on-one fight, but they were certainly not easy targets. For an injured one to have held out against him for so long was a surprise.
However, his happiness did not last long.
Ye Jinghui then sensed another fluctuation of Spiritual Power.
"Who’s there?"
A different fluctuation of Spiritual Power meant another Spirit Refiner had arrived.
He could kill one Spirit Refiner, but facing two was a completely different matter. Anyone the Purple Mist Sect sent into the "Land of No Master" Secret Realm was guaranteed to be strong.
To face two Spirit Refiners, he would need help from his fellow sect members.
All thoughts of killing the Spirit Refiner vanished. Ye Jinghui was well aware of his own capabilities; in a situation like this, the best choice was to flee at once.
The towering blood-energy dissipated as he reined in his power to face the other Spirit Refiner.
’A Late-stage Foundation Establishment Spirit Refiner controlling a Magical Treasure?’
Focusing his Perception, he could confirm that what was hurtling toward him was indeed a Magical Treasure.
’How much power could a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Spirit Refiner possibly bring to bear with a Magical Treasure?’
He had never experienced this firsthand, but Ye Jinghui knew one thing for certain: a Spirit Refiner sent by the Purple Mist Sect to the "Land of No Master" with only a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivation was definitely not to be underestimated.
After all, every Inner Sect Disciple the Blood Spirit Sect sent in was at the Peak of Foundation Establishment, without exception. That included him, and he had even reached the true Peak of Foundation Establishment, just one step away from Core Formation.
Once he completed the sect’s mission and returned from the "Land of No Master" Secret Realm, he planned to enter seclusion to attempt Core Formation.
’If it weren’t for this trip to the Land of No Master,’ Ye Jinghui mused, ’I would have become an Elder of the Blood Spirit Sect ten years ago.’
He had to extend his Perception to its absolute limit just to determine the approximate location of the Late-stage Foundation Establishment Spirit Refiner controlling the Magical Treasure. That alone proved this person was anything but simple.
’First, I’ll block this Late-stage Foundation Establishment Spirit Refiner’s attack,’ he decided.
Blood-energy swirled around him, rapidly forming a Blood Cocoon that enveloped Ye Jinghui completely.
The dark yellow Magical Treasure, a Long Sword, came striking down.
The moment he perceived the exact spot the dark yellow Long Sword was targeting, he knew he was done for.
The Magical Treasure was aimed at his right thigh.
That was the location of his primary heart!
As Cultivators who used Blood Power, they could cultivate multiple hearts. The primary heart, however, was their true, natural-born heart—not one created through cultivation.
Aided by their Cultivation Technique, they could shift the position of their primary heart, greatly increasing their chances of survival.
For them, the primary heart was their most important and most vulnerable organ, bar none.
As their Cultivation rose, they would grow more and more secondary hearts, making the location of the primary heart increasingly difficult for others to pinpoint.
He, Ye Jinghui, possessed a full four secondary hearts in addition to his primary one. A normal Blood Demon at the Peak of Foundation Establishment wouldn’t have so many; it was a benefit of the specific Cultivation Technique he practiced.
’Dumb luck? Or...?’
The thought had barely formed before Ye Jinghui knew. This Late-stage Foundation Establishment Spirit Refiner absolutely hadn’t found the location of his primary heart by luck.
Because he could now feel the sheer power contained within the dark yellow Magical Treasure.
’Can a Late-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator truly wield a Magical Treasure with this much power?’
The Long Sword passed through the thick Blood Cocoon without effort, piercing the location of his primary heart. His defenses had been utterly useless; they couldn’t even slow the sword’s advance.
With his primary heart shattered, the powerful life force Ye Jinghui took such pride in began to drain away rapidly.
In his final moments, Ye Jinghui had one last, unanswered question.
’The Late-stage Foundation Establishment Spirit Refiner had already killed him, so why did the Long Sword punch another bloody hole in his body?’
’Were they afraid I wouldn’t die?’
’You already knew the location of my primary heart!’
’Anyone with a basic understanding of our cultivation path knows that once the primary heart is destroyed, there’s no possibility of survival.’
Carrying this doubt with him to the grave, Ye Jinghui’s body plummeted downwards.
The one who had made the move was, of course, Fang Yun.
He had sensed the intense, intertwined fluctuations of Blood Power and Spiritual Power from a great distance.
Had it been the fluctuation of another power, one without Spiritual Power, he might not have investigated. But since Spiritual Power was present, he felt it was worth a look.
If the situation was right, he could intervene and harvest some Combat Talent Points in the process.
As he drew closer.
Fang Yun could clearly determine that there was only one person wielding Spiritual Power and one person wielding Blood Power.
In a situation like this, lending a hand was a must.
It was Lin Ke from the Purple Mist Sect. After closing the distance further, Fang Yun had confirmed the battlefield situation and the identities of both parties.
He had originally planned to pick the perfect moment to strike, but the situation on the battlefield didn’t allow him the luxury of waiting, so he simply acted.
