Free Web NovelChapter 312: Killing a Demonic Cultivator on the Way
The silver light shuttle transformed into a streak of silver light, speeding above the clouds. Fang Hao sat cross-legged in the cabin, controlling the flying shuttle while simultaneously using his Divided Soul to operate the Chaos Derivation Art, nourishing his Divine Soul, which had not yet fully recovered. More than half a month had passed since the life-and-death battle with Mo Yunhe; his injuries had basically healed, but the slight damage to his Divine Soul still required time to slowly recuperate.
Below him lay undulating black mountain ranges, and further ahead was the edge of the "Yin Sha Swamp" marked on his map. This place had thin Spiritual Qi and was filled with Evil Qi; it was a notoriously chaotic land where evil Cultivators and Demonic Cultivators frequently appeared. Fang Hao had long since spread out his Divine Sense, alert to the movements around him.
Suddenly, he frowned as his Divine Sense sensed a cold and violent aura rapidly approaching from several dozen miles ahead, its target clear—it was aimed directly at the silver light shuttle!
"It’s here!" Fang Hao’s heart tightened. He immediately stopped Cultivating and focused all his attention on vigilance. He did not immediately change direction or accelerate to escape; instead, he continued forward without changing his expression, while secretly taking the golden puppet out of his storage ring, ready to fight at any moment.
A few breaths later, a blood-red light broke through the clouds and blocked the path a hundred zhang ahead of the silver light shuttle. The light dissipated, revealing a middle-aged Cultivator wearing a blood-colored robe, with a withered face and sunken eye sockets. Auras of blood-colored Evil Qi swirled around him, and his aura was cold; he was clearly a Late Stage Golden Core Demonic Cultivator!
"Hehehe..." The Demonic Cultivator let out a harsh, strange laugh, licking his dry, cracked lips with a scarlet tongue, his eyes flashing with greed. "A mere Early Stage Golden Core, yet you dare to pilot a flying shuttle alone through the Yin Sha Swamp? Kid, if you’re sensible, hand over the flying shuttle and Storage bag, and this seat might leave your corpse intact!"
Fang Hao controlled the silver light shuttle to hover in mid-air. He scanned the opponent with his Divine Sense and discovered that although the person’s aura was strong, it was slightly floaty, obviously because the Cultivator had practiced some kind of evil technique, leading to an unstable Foundation. Moreover, the person had a dense amount of Evil Qi on them, clearly having committed many killings. He sneered internally but feigned panic on the surface: "Sen... Senior, this Junior is just passing through. My wealth is meager, so I ask that you please show mercy..."
"Cut the crap!" The Demonic Cultivator interrupted impatiently, fierce light appearing in his eyes. "This seat doesn’t have time to waste with you! If you don’t hand over your things, don’t blame this seat for extracting your soul and refining your spirit, leaving you unable to be reincarnated forever!"
While speaking, the blood-colored Evil Qi around him surged, and a large blood-colored hand condensed out of thin air, carrying a pungent smell of blood, as it ruthlessly grabbed towards the silver light shuttle! This blow had significant power; if it were an ordinary Early Stage Golden Core Cultivator, they and the shuttle would likely have been crushed instantly!
A cold light flashed in Fang Hao’s eyes; knowing the opponent had murderous intent, he no longer pretended. With a thought, the silver light on the surface of the silver light shuttle flared, and it instantly retreated rapidly, narrowly avoiding the grasp of the blood-colored hand.
"Huh?" Seeing that Fang Hao was able to dodge, a trace of surprise flashed in the Demonic Cultivator’s eyes, followed by an even more ferocious grin. "A bit interesting! It seems your flying shuttle is no ordinary item; this seat wants it even more!"
He formed seals with both hands, and the blood-colored Evil Qi around him surged, transforming into several blood-colored chains that, like poisonous snakes, coiled towards the silver light shuttle from all directions, sealing off all escape routes.
Fang Hao snorted coldly and held back no longer. He slammed his hand on the silver light shuttle, and the flying shuttle was instantly put away. He hovered in mid-air, his aura exploding outwards—no longer the disguised Early Stage Golden Core, but the cultivation of Perfected Golden Core! At the same time, he flipped his right hand, and a dark golden long blade appeared in his hand; it was precisely the Grade 4 Low Grade Spiritual Artifact he had obtained from Mo Yunhe’s storage ring—the Profound Gold Blade!
"Perfected Golden Core?!" The Demonic Cultivator’s expression changed slightly, clearly not expecting Fang Hao to have hidden his cultivation. But immediately, the greed in his eyes deepened. "Hehehe... So you’re a fat sheep! However, even if you are at Perfected Golden Core, you won’t escape death today!"
He opened his mouth and spat out a blood-red bead that spun as it flew out, growing rapidly in the wind until it was a zhang in size, emitting a dense stench of blood and resentment—clearly a vicious Demonic Magic Treasure refined with countless living souls!
"Blood Soul Bead, go!" The Demonic Cultivator shouted sharply, and the blood bead, accompanied by shrill ghostly wails, smashed down towards Fang Hao’s head!
Fang Hao’s eyes were cold; instead of retreating, he advanced. He operated the Hundred Refinements Golden Body Art within his body, and a platinum light flowed over his skin as he pushed his Physical Body strength to the limit. At the same time, he gripped the blade with both hands, and the Earthly Fiend Golden Flame quietly attached itself to the dark golden blade, transforming into a layer of flame blade light intertwined with dark gold and searing white!
"Slash!" Fang Hao shouted in a low voice, and the Profound Gold Blade, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, fiercely slashed towards the Blood Soul Bead!
Boom! The blade light collided with the blood bead, erupting with a deafening roar. The vengeful souls on the Blood Soul Bead let out shrill wails, and under the burning of the Earthly Fiend Golden Flame, they quickly dissolved and were purified. The Demonic Cultivator’s face turned pale; clearly, his Magic Treasure was damaged, and his mind was injured.
"Strange Fire?!" The Demonic Cultivator was both shocked and angry, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes. He had not expected that Fang Hao not only hid his cultivation but also possessed such a Strange Fire that countered Demonic Techniques!
Fang Hao did not let up after gaining the upper hand. His figure moved like lightning, instantly closing in on the Demonic Cultivator. The Profound Gold Blade transformed into a sky full of blade shadows, slashing at his opponent like a violent storm. Within the blade light, the scorching and sharp aura of the Earthly Fiend Golden Flame caused the Demonic Cultivator’s blood Evil Qi shield to fluctuate violently, emitting "hissing" sounds of dissolution.
"Damn it!" The Demonic Cultivator was shocked and angry, retreating repeatedly while frantically urging the Blood Soul Bead and blood-colored chains to defend. But Fang Hao’s offensive was too fierce; his Physical Body was powerful, his blade technique was exquisite, and with the Strange Fire suppressing him, he was restricted at every turn and in a wretched state.
"Blood Escape!" Seeing the situation was unfavorable, a flash of ruthlessness appeared in the Demonic Cultivator’s eyes. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of essential blood, and the blood light around him flared brightly as he prepared to use the Blood Escape secret technique to flee.
"Want to leave? Too late!" Cold light exploded in Fang Hao’s eyes, and the golden puppet, which had been held back and not released, suddenly rushed out from the storage ring!
Hum—! An aura of the Middle Nascent Soul Stage, heavy as a mountain and sharp as a divine weapon, descended with a boom! The golden puppet’s massive dark golden body appeared behind the Demonic Cultivator as if teleporting, and a pair of iron fists, carrying terrifying power that tore through space, smashed ruthlessly towards the Demonic Cultivator’s back!
"nascent soul puppet?!" The Demonic Cultivator was terrified, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear. He never dreamed that a Golden Core Cultivator would actually possess a Middle Nascent Soul Stage Puppet! This was simply...
Puchi! The golden puppet’s iron fist pierced through the Demonic Cultivator’s protective blood light without any hindrance, directly shattering his heart! The violent power instantly destroyed his vitality, and his Nascent Soul didn’t even have time to escape before it was completely annihilated!
The terror on the Demonic Cultivator’s face froze, and his body slumped down like a rag, with endless regret and unwillingness still lingering in his eyes.
Fang Hao remained expressionless, flicking his hand to release the Earthly Fiend Golden Flame, burning the Demonic Cultivator’s corpse along with his Magic Treasure and Storage bag, leaving only one Storage bag stained with blood Evil Qi. He scanned it with his Divine Sense and discovered that, apart from some Demonic Path Materials and Spirit Stones, there was nothing of much value, so he put it away casually.
"This place is not suitable for a long stay." Fang Hao put away the golden puppet, re-summoned the silver light shuttle, transformed into a streak of silver light, and quickly disappeared into the distant horizon.
Although the battle just now was short, it had caused quite a commotion, and it was hard to guarantee it wouldn’t attract other prying eyes. In this chaotic land, one must always remain vigilant.
Inside the silver light shuttle, Fang Hao sat cross-legged, his expression calm. This interception by the Demonic Cultivator was just a small interlude in his long journey on the Dao. The road ahead was long and filled with crises; only by constantly improving his strength could he go further in this world of Cultivation where the weak are prey to the strong.
He looked into the distance, his gaze firm. Myriad Laws Immortal City, nascent soul pill formula... He must obtain it!
