Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Infamous 3
Translator: 549690339
Han Yi’s plan ultimately fell through. When he left his residence and struggled to identify the direction to the very center of Tianqing City, where the Daqian officials were stationed, he was soon intercepted.
The person who stopped him was not from the Blood God Sect but a cultivator wearing Daqian official clothing.
This cultivator had an overwhelming and surging aura. Han Yi had encountered such an aura on Elder Gu, who led the team this time, and this aura was even stronger than Elder Gu’s.
A Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator in the middle stage from the Daqian officials.
“Cultivator of the Xuandan Sect, this path is blocked, please go back.”
Han Yi’s face changed dramatically, and he was about to open his mouth to question, but just before the words came out, he choked and his face was streaming with cold sweat.
The other party was a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator, and the fact that they could stand here and talk to him was already giving face to the Xuandan Sect.
If he were to defy them and be crushed to death, it would be an unjust death indeed.
In the Cultivation World, a huge fist is the ultimate truth. Where is there so much truth to be explained?
The attitude of this Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator represents the current attitude of the Daqian officials: not intervening, not caring, letting you fight your own battles, and not involving themselves for the time being.
Understanding this, Han Yi said nothing more and turned around to leave.
The Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator blocking the road had an expressionless face, watching Han Yi leave, and shook his head.
Tonight, the cultivators of the Xuandan Sect are in a perilous situation.
In fact, he was also puzzled in his Inner Heart. Not only him but also the Daqian Immortal Country’s official cultivators in Taibai County had the same doubt: why did Daqian not interfere?
They have already reported detailed information, but the higher-level cultivators have not made a clear stance.
Would they allow the Blood God Sect and Xuandan Sect to wreak havoc?
If it were only these two sects, it would be no harm.
The key is that if the two sects fight each other and Daqian does not express a stance or restrain them, then it is unknown what changes would happen behind the scenes.
Keep in mind that the Immortal-Demonic War has just taken place, and Daqian has also suffered not a small loss. If the fire within the territory spreads and burns, the consequences would be unpredictable.
The third sect, the fourth sect, and even the three major sects with Nascent Soul Stage cultivators could get involved. This would evolve into a turmoil that could even affect the fortune of the Immortal Country.
There must be key points in this that one’s current level is not qualified enough to know.
Forget it, let’s just watch for now.
This Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator was originally sitting in his room, but when the cultivators of the Xuandan sect started fleeing towards him, he could no longer sit still.
Without orders from above, he didn’t dare to rashly intervene in the fight between the two sects, so he had to come out in person to stop them.
On the other side.
After Han Yi turned around and retraced his steps, the anger and fear in his Inner Heart had reached its peak.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it.”
Although Han Yi had many trump cards, he didn’t think he could face several Blood God Sect cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining at the same time, especially when they were besieged by cultivators at the eighth or ninth level wielding superior or even top-grade magical weapons.
“Now that it’s come to this, 1 can only find a place to hide first.”
“Thankfully, 1 have cultivated the Turtle Breath Skill, and I can only hope that it will be useful.”
Han Yi has no other choice; running outside would only increase the likelihood of encountering Blood God Sect cultivators.
In this situation, there is no long-term plan, just hiding for a while is enough.
Han Yi’s figure flashed and disappeared from the street, silently and without a trace, before slipping into the cellar of a mundane tavern.
At the same time.
The mana within his body circulated according to the Turtle Breath Skill, transforming him into an old turtle that was hibernating and dormant. As his mana circulated, his aura began to decrease, and then decrease even further, until it became almost undetectable.
However.
Just ten breaths later, he heard an explosion outside the tavern.
Boom!
Han Yi felt a slight tension in his Inner Heart, but his mana remained undisturbed, and the state of the Turtle Breath Skill was still maintained.
“Kill!”
“Elder Brother Cui, hurry and go!”
“Quick, run this way!”
“Hey, there are a few fish here, they’re mine, don’t compete with me!”
Outside the tavern, angry roars, and disdainful and cold laughter followed one after another.
Han Yi’s Inner Heart stirred; the voice was familiar. Thinking about it, it was one of the ten people assigned to the same team as him, named Luo Yunzhou. Han Yi had a deeper impression of him because he and Lu Su were the two disciples among the team who had participated in the Immortal-Demonic War.
“Elder Brother Cui? Could it be Cui Xingchen? He’s not dead?”
The thoughts swirled in Han Yi’s inner heart, but he remained calm and still.
He was not a saint and would not risk his life to save others.
It was too dangerous.
However.
Fate was unpredictable.
The next moment.
Boom Boom Boom.
The battle outside grew more terrifying, and intense vibrations came from the ground. The ordinary tavern, without any formation to protect it, collapsed directly.
“Damn it, such bad luck!”
Han Yi cursed and could no longer sit still. He didn’t want to be the first Xuandan Sect cultivator to die without a fight, killed by a falling stone.
With a gentle point of his fingers, his magical power compressed and condensed at the tip in a special way and then burst out, shattering the enormous rock that had fallen and blocked the exit. In the next moment, his body flashed, and he gracefully left the cellar.
“Eh, there’s another one, hiding so deep I almost missed him.”
A Blood God Sect cultivator dressed in a blood-colored robe happened to leap over the wall and saw Han Yi emerge, his eyes brightening.
“Although only at the sixth level of Qi cultivation, he doesn’t have much to offer, but it’s better than nothing.”
“Besides, when refined into the Blood Soul Banner, it can add a bit of power.”
“Die!”
The Blood God Sect cultivator leaped lightly, and while in mid-air, threw out a blood-colored banner.
The banner unfolded in the air, and as if sensing the blood, it trembled, then headed straight for Han Yi.
Han Yi looked up, a murderous flash in his eyes.
In times of survival, one should take every chance. When there was no chance to survive, one should fight with all of one’s strength.
If one hesitates and leaves their back exposed to the enemy in times of danger, it would be a foolish move, and death would come even faster. Han Yi knew this well.
It’s always the brave who win in dire straits.
Whoosh!
As the opponent leaped lightly and just as the bizarre banner emerged, Han Yi had already pinched his thumb and forefinger and flicked them gently.
A dagger at his waist leaped up, shot into the air, and in a flash, pierced the banner.
Rip!
The banner was torn open by the dagger, and a sharp, pained scream like that of an evil spirit emerged from within it.
“My Blood Soul Banner, damn it!”
Thud!
The Blood God Sect cultivator had just landed, only for the anger on his face to turn into shock as his magic weapon was destroyed. Then, he heard a muffled noise coming from his chest.
He looked down instinctively.
There was a gaping hole in his chest. And because the dagger that pierced his chest was so fast, he hadn’t even felt the pain.
“You…”
He looked up, his pupils contracting, and pointed his finger at Han Yi as he tried to say something.
Whoosh!
The dagger that tore through the Blood Soul Banner had already returned, and with a gentle swipe, his head shot into the sky.
Thump!
The headless corpse crashed to the ground, blood gushing like a fountain, and the stench of death filling the air.
“Whew!”
Han Yi sighed in relief.
“The opponent was indeed careless, thinking 1 was only at the sixth level of Qi cultivation and could be easily crushed.”
He moved his fingers slightly.
Two daggers returned and hovered in front of him.
That’s right.
What Han Yi used just now was not one dagger, but two..
