Chapter 235: Chapter 167: Unrivaled Among the Same Level_3
Translator: 549690339
“Such a powerful Sword Control Skill, Ding Jiansheng, is he one of your Chi Xiao Sword Sect’s people?” A young man wearing a noble purple robe flashed a cold light in his eyes.
If Han Yi were here, he would recognize this young man as the ninth-generation descendant of Daqian Emperor, Pang Quan, who had appeared in the Magic Skill Conference at Stars Sea before.
Pang Quan looked towards the side of the mountain forest where there was a solitary Sword Cultivator from the Chi Xiao Sword Sect, one of the Three Great Sects of Daqian. His name was Ding Jiansheng.
Ding Jiansheng, from across the valley, cast his gaze on the ancient and lush forest on the opposite side, flashing a hint of doubt.
Then, he turned his head to glance at Pang Quan. His expression remained aloof and proud, not uttering a word. In a flash, he controlled his sword to take off, crossing the valley and stepping into the ancient forest.
He didn’t even bother to acknowledge Pang Quan. The calmness in his eyes was like a deep pool.
But without a doubt, such behavior was a thorough contempt.
The expression on Pang Quan’s face was unpleasant. His body under the brocade robe trembled slightly but quickly returned to calm. With a wave of his brocade sleeve, he directly left.
The other three had different expressions on their faces, and all their attention focused on Han Yi as he left. Even though they noticed Pang Quan’s unhappy expression, they didn’t take it to heart.
In an instant, the crowd scattered, some heading in other directions, and some crossing the valley as well.
On the other side.
As Han Yi crossed the valley and set foot in the ancient forest, he noticed five Foundation Establishment auras behind him. However, he didn’t pay them any attention.
Within the Treasured Jade Heaven, fighting was a means, and obtaining Spiritual Jade was the goal.
Moreover, those who could enter here were people of significance. Killing was easy, but the follow-up troubles were not.
Before learning the Magic Skill to disrupt the heavenly causalities, Han Yi decided to kill as few people as possible. Moreover, he would need to exchange any magical weapons and treasures obtained after killing someone.
Yuan Changtian’s lesson was profound enough.
Especially those who could enter the Treasured Jade Heaven were from Golden Core sects and above, including descendants of the Daqian Emperor and high-ranking members of the two holy lands and the Three Great Sects.
Unprovokable.
After entering the ancient forest,
Han Yi found a few more pieces of Spiritual Jade scattered around. In total, he had more than fifty pieces, which was already a considerable amount.
This kind of Spiritual Jade could be taken directly to enhance one’s cultivation base by a small realm. It was a rare treasure that was only slightly weaker than the Immortal Affinity in the Facing Reality Heavenly Realm.
Naturally, Han Yi would not miss such an excellent opportunity.
Suddenly,
A shocking explosion came from far away on the side. Han Yi hesitated for a moment then flew over without any hesitation.
Where there is fighting, there will be competition, and the competition here is undoubtedly for Spiritual Jade. He wouldn’t miss such an opportunity, and everything depends on his skills.
Whoosh!
A phantom flashed by. In less than ten breaths of time, Han Yi had crossed several kilometers and stepped out of the mountain forest. Then, his eyes trembled violently.
In front of him,
A mountain peak about a hundred meters high suddenly emerged and stood at the edge of the forest.
What caused Han Yi’s eyes to tremble violently was a purple brilliance shining at the top of this mountain peak, attracting his gaze like the brightest star.
Spiritual Jade.
Moreover, it was a huge piece of Spiritual Jade, more than one person tall.
The total amount of Spiritual Jade that Han Yi had obtained before was not even one-tenth of this piece.
Around the mountain peak outside the forest, more than ten people stood in the void.
On the ground, a corpse with a distorted face lay next to a broken magical weapon.
Han Yi’s pupils contracted, and he hesitated for a moment.
This situation was difficult to handle. Everyone who takes action would become a target and would be focused on by everyone else. It would be hard to avoid death.
He was strong, and in one-on-one combat, he believed that he had nothing to fear from anyone below the same level.
However, if he were to face more than a dozen Foundation Establishment stage cultivators at the same time, with top-grade magic weapons and treasures bombarding him, he would still die.
“This is not good.”
Han Yi’s eyes moved rapidly, and in an instant, he formed his plan. Since he couldn’t obtain the whole piece of Spiritual Jade, he would blast it open, stir up the scene, and break the deadlock.
Only then would he have a chance to snatch the bigger share.
At the edge of the woods, after Han Yi emerged, several others followed one after another.
Some of them were familiar faces to Han Yi.
One hundred meters to the left was Daqian’s ninth-generation descendant, Pang Quan, not an easy person to deal with.
Three hundred meters to the right, a young cultivator carrying a huge, three-meter-long blade. The blade was dark and radiated a chilling sharpness.
Tai Xu Sect, Shen Yuan.
Han Yi turned his gaze back to the clashing figures in mid-air, recognizing two of them.
One was a young man in a black robe, Southern Dipper Divine Palace, Fu You.
Another was a man in white with three war flags behind him. The flags fluttered, causing the space around them to become somewhat blurry and seemingly shaken.
Spirit Combat Sect, Xie Jingshan.
Han Yi suddenly realized.
Fourteen years had passed since the last time the Xuandan Sect organized the sect’s trip to Yujing Mountain for Cave Heaven trials.
Over these fourteen years, he had broken through and grown stronger.
However, the other cultivators who were in the Facing Reality Heavenly Realm during the trial, like those from Southern Dipper Divine Palace and Tai Xu Sect, had access to more resources and better training environments, thus naturally growing stronger.
Those who could break through to become Legendary Qi Cultivating Cultivators had exceptional talent, fortune, constitution, and comprehension. As they progressed to the Foundation Establishment stage, these traits would naturally accompany them, allowing them to advance rapidly in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.
But still.
In front of Han Yi, these people were only slightly stronger than Han Xuxiao of Blood God Sect, causing him to feel no fear.
After Han Yi finalized his strategic plan, he no longer hesitated. The Black Light Sword hovered in front of him, and with a flick of his fingers, the sword shot upward, as fast as a thunderbolt.
Whether it was the dozen or so cultivators standing in the void or the seven or eight who had just emerged from the woods, they all looked towards Han Yi.
“Humph!”
In mid-air, a cultivator with an icy expression audibly scoffed. A five-colored fan in his hand was tossed forward and, in an instant, transformed into a giant, 10-meter-long version of itself. With a single swipe, it aimed to send Han Yi’s broken sword flying.
However.
A crisp sound echoed, like a bullet penetrating a hard wooden board. The Black Light Sword pierced through the fan in an instant, not slowing down in the slightest, even slightly accelerating.
“My Peacock Fan, damn it.”
The cold-looking cultivator in mid-air glared at Han Yi. In his hand appeared another top-grade magic weapon – a short arrow the width of his palm.
The arrowhead was black, and the shaft was white.
The sinister cultivator locked his gaze on Han Yi as a flash of coldness streaked across his eyes. He gently tossed the short arrow, which hovered in the void then shot forward with black and white energy intertwining around it, as fast as lightning, silent as death. It seemed like the arrow of a god of death, aimed right at Han Yi.
Among those present, including Han Yi, there was an intuition that this magic skill would definitely hit Han Yi.”
Whether on the edge of the woods or standing in mid-air, none of the other cultivators moved. Instead, they all looked toward Han Yi.
Shen Yuan of the Tai Xu Sect, Fu You of the Southern Dipper Divine Palace, Xie Jingshan of the Spirit Combat Sect, Pang Quan of Daqian Immortal Country, and Ding Jiansheng of Chi Xiao Sword Sect all watched Han Yi with various expressions – some interested, some envious, and some coldly indifferent.
