Free Web NovelChapter 24: 24. Leading the predator to his dead.
"What is the meaning of this, Daoist Lin?"
Bong Haoran forced himself to remain calm despite the unease growing in his heart.
Lin Xuan simply stared at him.
The old man was clearly trying to buy time while searching for a way out of the situation.
Over the past few months, Lin Xuan had spent considerable effort investigating Blood Pills.
Ordinarily, he would not have paid much attention to such a thing.
However, the System not providing a time limit for the quest made him investigate further that he wanted to.
Now all the late night investment was bearing fruit.
The moment Bong Haoran left the Lin Clan, the quest had been marked as completed.
That alone told him everything he needed to know.
Blood cultivators.
Or more broadly, unorthodox cultivators.
That was what Bong Haoran was.
Lin Xuan had no interest in wasting time with further conversation.
The surrounding wind suddenly stirred and spiritual energy surged from his body.
In an instant, countless blades of compressed wind condensed around him.
Without warning, he flicked his fingers.
The wind blades shot forward like a storm of shurikens.
Bong Haoran’s expression changed drastically.
He immediately understood that negotiation was impossible.
Without hesitation, he reached into his robes and produced a talisman.
The talisman ignited the moment it appeared.
Rip!
The paper tore apart and spatial fluctuations erupted around him.
His figure instantly vanished from where he stood.
The wind blades sliced through empty air.
Lin Xuan’s expression remained unchanged as his divine sense expanded outward and only a moment later, he found him.
Two hundred meters to the south.
Bong Haoran had reappeared and was already fleeing at full speed.
Without the slightest delay, Lin Xuan transformed into a streak of light and gave chase.
Bong Haoran’s figure shot through the forest like an arrow released from a bow.
Trees blurred past him as he poured spiritual energy into his movement technique.
His heart was pounding.
What the hell had gone wrong?
Did Lin Zhenghai betrayed me? It has to be.
Behind him, a sharp whistle echoed through the mountains.
Bong Haoran glanced back and his pupils immediately contracted.
Lin Xuan was rapidly approaching while standing atop a flying sword.
The young patriarch’s robes fluttered in the wind while his sword cut through the air with astonishing speed.
Although both of them were capable of flight, there was still a noticeable difference between ordinary movement techniques and traveling on a flying sword.
Lin Xuan’s speed was steadily increasing.
"Damn it."
Bong Haoran gritted his teeth and he immediately changed direction.
Instead of continuing in a straight line, he dove into a densely forested valley below.
Countless trees rose toward the sky.
Their branches intertwined overhead, creating a natural canopy.
The environment greatly restricted visibility.
Unfortunately for him, Lin Xuan’s divine sense had already locked onto his position.
The moment Bong Haoran entered the valley, Lin Xuan descended after him.
The flying sword weaved effortlessly between the massive trees.
The distance between them continued shrinking.
Bong Haoran’s expression became increasingly ugly the more he felt death closing in.
The brat was faster than expected.
The old man suddenly slammed his palm against a nearby tree and the trunk exploded apart.
Dozens of shattered logs shot toward Lin Xuan like projectiles.
Lin Xuan merely waved a hand and a gust of wind swept through the valley.
The incoming debris was blown aside before it could even approach him.
Not a single piece touched his robes.
The gap narrowed further and Bong Haoran began to curse inwardly.
This was becoming troublesome.
Although he was a blood cultivator, most of his techniques were not suited for open combat.
They excelled in ambushes, preparation, and harvesting blood essence.
A direct confrontation against a genius like Lin Xuan was the exact situation he wanted to avoid.
Suddenly, a river appeared ahead.
Without hesitation, Bong Haoran plunged into the water.
His figure disappeared beneath the surface.
The river churned violently before becoming calm once more.
High above, Lin Xuan brought his flying sword to a stop.
His gaze swept across the river.
Then his divine sense spread outward.
A moment later, he detected a rapidly moving presence beneath the water.
Lin Xuan almost laughed.
The old man was desperately trying to hide his tracks while moving downstream.
Unfortunately, such tricks were useless against divine sense.
The flying sword beneath Lin Xuan’s feet accelerated.
Rather than following the river’s twists and turns, he flew directly above it.
His divine sense remained firmly locked onto Bong Haoran.
Below, Bong Haoran continued fleeing desperately.
His robes were soaked from the river water.
Still the more Lin Xuan observed him, the more suspicious he became.
Blood cultivators were difficult to deal with.
That much he had learned while investigating about Blood Pill incidents.
Unlike orthodox cultivators, they rarely trusted anyone.
They were cautious, paranoid, and notoriously good at preserving their lives.
Many sects considered them harder to kill than demonic beasts.
Yet Bong Haoran’s behavior felt strangely strange.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes as his divine sense continued tracking the old man.
Lin Xuan had never viewed him as a simple Golden Core cultivator.
He viewed him as a blood cultivator.
And blood cultivators survived by preparation.
A person willing to refine human blood for cultivation was not someone who relied on luck.
Such people always prepared escape routes.
The old man before him had definitely spent months trying to infiltrate Azure Willow City.
Lin Xuan refused to believe he hadn’t prepared something in advance.
The possibility of a trap was very likely.
Yet Lin Xuan didn’t slow down.
In fact, he continued pursuing at the same speed.
Meanwhile, Bong Haoran was becoming increasingly nervous.
The distance between them was gradually shrinking.
At this rate, Lin Xuan might catch him before he reached his destination.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
"Faster."
He silently urged himself.
"Just a little further." free𝑤ebnovel.com
His heart pounded violently.
As long as he reached it, everything would change.
Lin Xuan might possess higher cultivation and he might be a genius.
But it wasn’t as if they have nine lives like a cat.
