Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Han Xuxiao
Translator: 549690339
He approached and glanced at the charred corpse. The fatal injury was not caused by the Yin Thunder Talisman. That spiritual talisman had only split its skin and caused whole-body paralysis, temporarily losing its defensive capabilities.
Body cultivators’ powerful physique feared the Lightning attribute magic skills the most.
The Spirit Void Finger that followed closely, taking advantage of the broken defense, engulfed it, which was the direct cause of death.
Han Yi felt fortunate that he had been so cautious in order to kill the strongest enemy he had encountered so far.
He retrieved the long halberd, which had flown tens of meters away, and placed it in his storage bag. The halberd’s material was unique, and it had not been broken or damaged since being blasted off at the beginning. The surface was as golden as ever.
Next, Han Yi squatted down and picked up the storage bag from the charred corpse of the muscular young man.
Then, out of habit, he searched around the corpse and found a bag much smaller than an ordinary storage bag.
Han Yi picked it up.
The bag was black, roughly the size of a palm, and made of a material that seemed metallic but not quite heavy. It was so light that it was almost imperceptible, save for the soft and warm touch in his palm.
After some inspection, Han Yi could not recognize what it was, so he casually tried to put it into his storage bag, but the next moment, he froze.
The black bag in his palm did not move at all.
Unable to collect it?
He thought he had made a mistake just now, so he swept his divine sense and tried to put it into the storage bag again.
This time, Han Yi felt clearer that the black bag in front of him was not resisting being collected by the storage bag. Instead, the storage bag could not accommodate it.
So far, he had not encountered anything that could not be collected into the storage bag.
Thinking of some common knowledge in cultivation that he had heard, Han Yi’s face suddenly showed great joy.
“Could this be a Qiankun Bag?”
However, it was not the time to explore now. Han Yi placed it close to his body, and after confirming that there was nothing valuable within a range of more than ten meters around him except the charred corpse, he turned and ran toward the outer perimeter.
Two quarters of an hour later.
A young man in a blood-red robe appeared in front of the charred corpse. He bent down and identified the identity of the corpse before suddenly standing up with an exclamation.
“It is Brother Liao Yan.”
“Brother Liao was actually killed? How is that possible?”
“How could that Sword Immortal with only a Qi Refinement Seventh Level cultivation base kill the senior Qi Refinement Brother Liao?”
That young man’s face suddenly changed.
“This is bad. Brother Liao is Elder Qi’s disciple and has an extremely special identity. If he dies here, things will get troublesome.”
“Moreover, he had the Qiankun Bag that Uncle An gave him, and the things inside the bag are more important than our mission.”
“I have to hurry and inform Brother Han.”
This young cultivator had previously acted together with the Blood God Sect’s Blood God’s child Han Xuxiao.
They had different tasks, with Han Xuxiao being responsible for tracking the demon tiger and destroying the disciples of the Xuandan Sect, while Liao Yan was in charge of collecting precious spirit plants guarded by the demon tiger. After gathering them, they would work together to hunt down the Xuandan Sect disciples.
Earlier, the young cultivator had told Liao Yan that they had encountered a Sword Immortal, which caught Liao Yan’s great interest.
Sword Immortal, the best at killing.
As a body cultivator, Liao Yan walked the path of an undying and indestructible physique and became excited when encountering a Sword Immortal.
The young cultivator disappeared in the blink of an eye. He needed to inform Han Xuxiao of what had happened here. This was a big deal, and if they really lose the Qiankun Bag, Uncle An would be furious, and they would suffer the consequences.
An hour later, two cultivators in blood-red robes suddenly appeared in front of the charred corpse. One of them was the young man who had just appeared, and the other was the Blood God’s child Han Xuxiao of the Blood God Sect.
With an expression no longer calm, Han Xuxiao’s face was solemn with a hint of intense killing intent. He bent down to examine the corpse.
“It is Liao Yan indeed.”
“The one who killed him wasn’t that Sword Immortal but someone else.”
With a touch of bloody light, Han Xuxiao’s finger gently pressed on the charred corpse. Then, with a pull, a strand of red-black air was drawn out from the corpse.
He pinched the strand of air between his fingers.
“This air is somewhat familiar…”
Han Xuxiao’s brows furrowed, and then they slowly relaxed.
“I know. It’s that Xuandan Sect disciple who killed Shi Heng.”
“To be able to kill Liao Yan, it seems that this disciple is not simple.”
“You continue to organize the hunt for the other Xuandan Sect disciples, and I will retrieve the Qiankun Bag and kill this Xuandan Sect disciple.”
Han Xuxiao spoke lightly, his face showing a trace of excitement.
As soon as his words fell, he immediately pinched a hand seal and dropped it on the strand of air at his fingertips.
Soul Chasing Skill.
The black and red air floated gently and suddenly sprang out, turning into a sharp arrow, and sped away in a certain direction.
Han Xuxiao’s body disappeared from where he stood, and when he reappeared, he was already a hundred meters away. His vague figure flickered and vanished once more, this time leaving no trace of a shadow.
The young man who stood in place also let out a sigh of relief.
“With Brother Han taking action, as long as it’s not one of the top ten Xuandan Sect disciples, he will undoubtedly capture them.”
“In this way, we can retrieve the Qiankun Bag and avoid Uncle An’s blame. Otherwise…”
The young man thought of the speculations about Liao Yan’s identity within the sect, as well as the means of Elder Qi and Uncle An, and shuddered involuntarily.
On the other side.
After leaving, Han Yi didn’t go to Chu Jinmo but headed straight to the mountains. Because there was only 20% of his magical power left in his body, his Light Body Technique was slower than before. However, it could be compared to an ordinary Qi Refinement Eighth Layer cultivator.
Next.
No more accidents happened along the way.
As he stepped out of the forest and saw three Survive Disaster Immortal Ships floating several hundred meters away, Han Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief. Numerous inner-sect disciples were either standing or sitting on the Immortal Ships.
“I’ve finally returned.”
After glancing around, Han Yi was overjoyed to see He Fengdi, Chu Jinmo, and Shen Ru from the previous group of seven gathered together. He was about to approach them quickly.
Suddenly.
A terrifying aura approached rapidly from behind. Han Yi did not hesitate to dash forward without turning around. In a flash, he stepped onto the Immortal Ship.
At the same time.
A middle-aged man dressed in a dark robe, who was sitting on the Immortal Ship, stood up angrily.
“Hmph! Blood God Sect, you seek death!”
The dark-robed, middle-aged man had a long saber on his back. As he unsheathed it and slashed, a giant blade light appeared in front of the Immortal Ship. The blade light, ten meters long in size, was dark red and seemed to burn with a strange black flame.
Swoosh!
The blade light swept across.
From the forest, a Blood God Sect cultivator in a blood-red robe rushed towards them, exuding a terrifying aura. He did not look at the dark-robed, middle-aged man, but stared intently at Han Yi who had already jumped onto the Immortal Ship. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
This person was none other than Han Xuxiao, who had been chasing after him.
However, Han Xuxiao never expected that Han Yi would leave the mountain range without stopping. Even with the help of Soul Chasing Skill, he was still one step behind.
“This time I can’t kill you,” he thought.
But next time, you won’t survive. He memorized Han Yi’s aura and appearance, vowing to kill him the next time they met.
Then.
He shifted his gaze to the huge blade light that was pushing through the air.
The excitement in his eyes suddenly soared, and with his two fingers combining, the Bloody Longsword on his back suddenly soared into the sky to meet the blade light.
Boom!
A terrifying roar sounded in the sky, shaking the forest, and the Immortal Ship’s automatic defensive formation emitted spiritual light fluctuations.
Before the shockwaves dissipated, the Blood Sword flew back to Han Xuxiao, who retreated calmly.
The dark-robed cultivator who had just unleashed the attack darted forward with brilliant eyes.
Flame Blood Sword?
Han Xuxiao?
“Hmph, since you’ve come to seek death today, then stay here.”
The dark-robed cultivator vanished into thin air and reappeared in the position where Han Xuxiao had just stood. As he took another step forward, his figure disappeared again, chasing after Han Xuxiao.
Everyone on the Immortal Ship was shocked.
Among them, Han Yi, who had just jumped onto the ship and hadn’t even had time to catch his breath, felt even more shaken, realizing that he had narrowly escaped death.
“That person was after me.”
“Who exactly is he that he could withstand a blow from a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator?”
“Luckily, I was a step ahead of him.”
As these thoughts surfaced, the middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator at the front of the Immortal Ship had already vanished in pursuit, leaving no trace behind.
Of course, there were not only one Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators accompanying the group on the Immortal Ship, so everyone did not worry about it.
However.
While the spirit energy storm caused by the collision of blade light and sword qi in front of the Immortal Ship had not yet subsided, a disciple suddenly stood up and exclaimed, “It’s Han Xuxiao!”
The disciple’s face was pale. Han Yi recognized him as a late-stage Ninth Layer cultivator, who had ranked around twentieth in the Inner Peak competition.
Since he could make this disciple uneasy and even knew his name, this person from the Blood God Sect was definitely not ordinary.
On the Immortal Ship, low murmurs of discussion arose among the disciples who had gathered in groups of three or five. After calming his heart, Han Yi went to greet Chu Jinmo, who was coming towards him.
“Junior Brother Han, thank you for saving me.”
Chu Jinmo cupped his hands in gratitude. Although his face was still pale, he appeared unharmed. The silver long sword on his back had regained its composure and looked like an ordinary magical weapon, without showing any extraordinary properties.
Han Yi smiled and said, “Sister Chu, there’s no need to be so polite.”
Chu Jinmo’s expression was serious as he cupped his hands and said, “It’s a life-saving grace. Junior Brother Han might not care, but I must remember it in my heart.”
Han Yi returned the gesture, “You’re too kind, Sister Chu. If I were in danger, I’m sure you wouldn’t just stand by and watch.”
Chu Jinmo nodded solemnly, “If Junior Brother Han is in trouble, I will definitely risk my life to help.”
Han Yi smiled. Chu Jinmo was truly a person of character.
Both of them knew full well that this was not a matter between men and women, but rather a bond between fellow sect members.
Afterward, Chu Jinmo took Han Yi to meet He Fengdi and Shen Ru, who were sitting and recovering about ten meters away. Everyone greeted each other with a nod.
“Junior Brother Han, you are really lucky. If you were one step slower and caught by Han Xuxiao, you would have died for sure.”
He Fengdi stared at Han Yi and said thoughtfully.
“Senior Brother He, do you know him too?” Han Yi asked in confusion, “Who exactly is Han Xuxiao?”
