Free Web NovelChapter 1478: Chapter 381: Invincible in the World, Record of the Peach Blossom Source_2
The All Things Extraction trait roughly decomposed the Energy, stripped away the inferior substances within, leaving behind only pure, pristine Energy, like panning out gold sand from mud.
Then it rushed toward Bao Yan’s body in a frenzy.
The instant it touched Bao Yan’s body, it poured into him through his pores.
In the end, it turned into the Challenger Tips that rang out in Bao Yan’s mind.
The Main Life Soul "Light Shield", which had already been stuck at the upgrade threshold, instantly rose by one Level after absorbing the Hunting Rewards.
Bao Yan could clearly feel a gentle, warm Energy roaming through his limbs and bones, enhancing his Physical fitness and Spiritual Perception.
The same happened with the blood mist exploding from the other Demon Cultivators.
The spontaneously generated Space Rift opened and closed in vain, trying to take away the power of wealth, yet it couldn’t catch even a wisp of Energy.
In front of the Superdimension, one of the Four Gods, the absolute logic of the Golden Power Rule was like a child’s toy.
All the Demon Cultivators whose bodies exploded were judged as Hunting Rewards and converted into sacrificial power and Life Soul Evolution Points in Bao Yan’s balance bar.
When the black torrent finally dissipated, Bao Yan stood where he was, his heart still pounding.
He lowered his head to look at his hands, felt the Strength surging inside his body, then opened his Space Bag interface and glanced at the balance.
His gaze finally lifted to the line of text above his head that was gradually fading, and he suddenly burst out laughing.
He knew he had really run into a massive stroke of fortune.
The living beings of this world, regardless of their Hunting Level,
ramming their Wealth into his Infinite-limit bank card would only result in instant, violent death under the crushing of Rule Logic.
Even if their Hunting Level was 100, 200, or even higher,
as long as they fought using the Gold Power System, they were just a dish on his table.
Taking advantage of the fact that the power behind the scenes of this world had yet to make a move, Bao Yan felt he had to seize the time and fleece them as hard as he could.
Even if he ended up being cleared off the board in the end, he would have already earned it all back with interest.
With his plan clear, Bao Yan’s figure slowly rose into the air, supported by Telekinesis, flying toward the city’s bustling district.
As Bao Yan skimmed over the jade-paved streets and alleys below, the Cultivators all raised their heads to look. When they saw his attire and sensed the strange aura emanating from him, cries of terror burst out one after another:
"Outer Heaven Demon!"
These exclamations were like lit fuses, drawing more figures to look up.
In their eyes there was fear, but also greed.
Every Cultivator understood that an Outer Heaven Demon was a walking source of wealth that could be directly converted into Strength.
As long as they could kill one, they would obtain a considerable income.
More importantly, Outer Heaven Demons were suppressed by the Golden Power Heavenly Dao in their world, so their Combat Power would drop significantly.
Before long, some Cultivators had their greed overcome their fear.
On the upper floor of a teahouse at the street corner, a Cultivator who had been toying with a gold ingot suddenly stood up and flicked out three Copper Coins.
The Copper Coins turned into three golden streaks in the air, whistling toward Bao Yan. The moment they touched his chest, they collapsed into a light Source.
Using this Magic Artifact as the link, the wealth value comparison instantly began.
But in the next second, the expression of the Cultivator who had attacked turned instantly to terror. His body seemed gripped by an invisible giant force and, under countless watching eyes, burst into a cloud of blood mist.
Then the blood mist turned into black mist and drifted toward Bao Yan, becoming the Challenger Tips that rang out in his mind.
Bao Yan didn’t even lift his eyelids. Telekinesis continued to cradle his body as he drifted toward the bustling district.
When he passed by a pavilion, a red silk ribbon suddenly flew out from the window. Runes were embroidered all over the ribbon, clearly another Cultivator’s Magic Artifact.
They wanted to use it to form a link with him and initiate a wealth value comparison.
The ribbon snaked nimbly toward Bao Yan’s waist.
But the instant it touched his body, a short, sharp scream came from inside the pavilion. Then mist surged out of the window cracks on its own, drifting toward Bao Yan, to be devoured and digested by his body.
The street below descended into total chaos.
Some Cultivators used Sword Control, some swung staffs, some hurled Magic Treasures. Dense Attacks surged in from all directions.
Bao Yan’s figure was like a cloud, drifting slowly between the buildings.
Wherever he went, death followed.
At that moment, a longsword gleaming with cold light flew in from the side, about to pierce his shoulder.
But in the Golden Power Space, Magic Artifacts had no actual lethality; they were merely one way of measuring wealth value.
The moment the sword tip touched Bao Yan, the comparison triggered. The blade gave a buzzing tremor, then shattered inch by inch into a cloud of fragments.
The Cultivator holding the sword on the rooftop at the street corner gave a muffled groan. His body seemed pressed into an invisible millstone, bones cracking with brittle snaps, before his body exploded with a boom.
The blood mist mixed with iron scraps was refined in midair and finally condensed into a stream of black mist that merged into Bao Yan’s body.
He flew over a Jade Bridge spanning a Spirit River. The two black-robed Demon Cultivators by the bridge railing exchanged a glance, then simultaneously raised their hands and slapped the bridge deck.
Countless Runes surged out from beneath the stone slabs, weaving into a black net that dropped over Bao from above.
But the instant the black net brushed his hem, the Runes flickered madly. The ferocity on the two Demon Cultivators’ faces froze in an instant; in the next second they swelled like overinflated skins and popped with a bang into two dense, black clouds of mist, the blast even shattering the Jade Bridge’s railings to powder.
The black mist extracted after their deaths curled along the bridge and obediently seeped into Bao Yan’s body.
Wherever he passed along the way, any figure that made a move exploded one after another.
Blood mist, golden radiance, Demonic Qi intertwined into a gorgeous rain of light in the air, and in the end were all Extracted and drifted toward Bao Yan, to be silently devoured by his body.
At this moment, Bao Yan was staring dumbfounded at the Space Bag interface in the upper left of his vision.
He saw the numbers in the balance bar surging upward without pause.
Soon they broke through one million sacrificial power—and were still soaring at high speed.
