Chapter 160
"Now, this is quite a show!" Ji Dongren let a drop of crimson fall from the tip of his blade, his fingers casually tapping the hilt as he chuckled, "Marvelous, simply marvelous! They say I, a demonic cultivator, am worse than a vile specter..." His cold, pitch-black eyes swept over the blood-soaked courtyard, the tip of his boot crushing a broken vine stick, "But how can that compare to the bone-picking methods of you righteous gentlemen?"
The household servants had long been scared out of their wits, scattering in all directions.
In no time, Ji Dongren had dispatched the wicked servants within the estate, leaving only a mother and daughter behind.
On the flying boat above, Su Qinian looked utterly bewildered, staring at the empty space above Li Qingran's head as it shifted slightly: "Ancestor, are you sure this is the target? His actions don’t seem like those of a demonic cultivator..."
Something felt off. If this person was a demonic cultivator, then what were they at the Sword Pavilion?
"You're absolutely right, Sect Master Su!" The head of the Dan Sect, Zhou Xuanzi, leaned against the sandalwood railing, the golden star map on his fan reflecting the figures below: "But we need to see what kind of cultivation technique he practices. Why not lower the flying boat a bit for a closer look?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the blood in the courtyard began to converge towards that figure, pulling the mother and daughter into dried husks.
Ji Dongren's blood-red eyes gazed skyward, a sinister smile spreading across his lips:
"Those who hide in the shadows, since you've come, why not show yourselves and speak?"
"Alright, it's confirmed. He is indeed a demonic cultivator." Su Qinian slapped himself in frustration, his face filled with regret. He should have gone down to save them right away; otherwise, that mother and daughter wouldn’t have met such a tragic end. Anger flickered in his eyes as he drew his sword and leaped from the flying boat, a beam of sword light descending from the sky, the black iron sword tassel taut in the night wind, its blade aimed directly at the blood-red figure.
"So it’s the Sword Pavilion’s scoundrel, how delightful!"
Ji Dongren knew his identity had been exposed, but his opponent was merely at the late stage of the Transformation God realm. At this moment, he was in peak condition, drawing on a massive amount of blood. He thought he could easily take the sword cultivator's head within a few moves before making a leisurely escape.
Facing Su Qinian's drawn black iron sword, Ji Dongren advanced instead of retreating, striking out with a palm.
There was an eye in his palm.
When that blood-red eye opened, the sword was already ensnared.
Ji Dongren's left hand arrived before the moonlight.
Su Qinian was sent flying back three zhang, five bloody flowers blooming on his shoulder.
"First palm, let you see the line between life and death!"
The sword edge scraped against the patterns of the demonic palm, sparking flames.
Boom—!
The auras of the two Transformation God powerhouses collided, causing the entire long street of blue bricks to float in the air, only to shatter into powder the next moment.
"Second palm, I’ll measure the road to the Yellow Springs for you!"
A giant claw of blood mist descended from the sky, causing the estate to collapse with a thunderous roar.
As Su Qinian retreated, he unleashed seven sword qi, but they were corroded by the demonic energy, leaving only three thin strands of blue light. His grip on the sword shattered, exposing bone.
"Hey, what are you all doing up there? Come help!" Su Qinian steadied himself and shouted at the flying boat above.
"More experts?" Ji Dongren narrowed his eyes.
He noticed that the area around them had somehow transformed into a black-and-white chessboard, with pieces moving about, the killing intent palpable.
"Zhou Xuanzi? You’ve come to die too?"
Just a glance at the chessboard, and Ji Dongren instantly recognized the identity of the person, his gaze locking onto a figure in mid-air holding a folding fan.
"You little demonic cultivator, how arrogant." Zhou Xuanzi chuckled, his narrow eyes glinting with cold light: "You dare to spread demonic techniques in my Dan Sect? Today, I’ll refine you into the chess soul of my heavenly chessboard!"
"I, too, wish to see if your Heavenly Demon Technique is as sharp as they say, Ji."
Another calm voice rang out.
Ji Dongren caught a glimpse of a bare-chested Zen master standing on a crumbling wall nearby, hands pressed together in prayer.
Besides the Zen master, there were over a dozen Transformation God powerhouses from various sects—some were highly respected elders, while others were sect leaders personally taking the field. The small town trembled under the pressure of the Transformation God cultivators, while a wave of Daoist aura emanated from the flying boat, enveloping the entire town, leaving only Ji Dongren isolated.
Chen Huai'an withdrew his hand, which had just spent 98¥.
At this moment, even Ji Dongren, no matter how arrogant, realized something was about to go down.
But he didn’t understand—hadn’t that great one already concealed the heavenly secrets for him?
If the heavenly secrets were concealed, how did these righteous cultivators find him?
So many had come, clearly with a premeditated plan.
"Heh, do you think you can kill me with just this?"
The blood-red demonic energy surged into the sky, and Ji Dongren looked proudly at the group of Transformation God powerhouses, his aura swelling, a mocking smile curling at the corners of his lips: "You’ve come at just the right time; it saves me the trouble of searching for you rodents across the Nine Continents." Before he finished speaking, his left hand formed a seal, sending forth a palm that shattered Su Qinian's righteous sword qi and the Bodhi light of the Zen master.
The blood mist suddenly coalesced, transforming into a giant hand that blotted out the sun, descending from above.
As the crowd formed a formation to resist, Ji Dongren transformed into a blood cloud and turned to flee.
"Damn it! He’s trying to run!" Su Qinian had just sliced through the blood-red palm imprint when he heard Ji Dongren's cold laughter echoing from the sky.
"After the secret realm of Zhongzhou, it will be the time for my Heavenly Demon Sect to dominate the world. You all better wash your necks and wait! Hehehe..."
What a thrill it was to hit and run.
Ji Dongren soared through the air, his Blood Cloud Escape Technique excelling at fleeing.
Though it required burning his essence blood, he had just replenished enough, so it was no issue.
Even if a fellow Transformation God at the peak stage tried to pursue him, they would never catch up.
This was the confidence bestowed upon him by the supreme technique of the ancient first demonic sect!
On the flying boat, Chen Huai'an's expression darkened as he watched Ji Dongren about to escape the range of his spiritual sense.
"Damn it, a bunch of useless fools, and in the end, I still have to spend money!"
Three options popped up on the screen:
【Recharge 6¥ to use the Great Sumeru Hand to catch Ji Dongren and refine him instantly!】
【Recharge 66¥ to unleash a sword and shatter Ji Dongren's hopes!】
【Recharge 666¥ to use the Great Sun's Remnant Foot, giving Ji Dongren a taste of foot control benefits!】
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Chapter 172: A Foot to Crush Your Dreams (Fala Niu +1)
In the past, Chen Huai'an would have chosen to recharge 6 yuan, adhering to the spirit of frugality.
But today was different; he held a fortune of 1 billion, and of course, he wanted to take Li Qingran to see the wonders of the world.
【Disciple, watch closely; Master is about to kick!】
A booming voice echoed in the void, and Li Qingran and Yue Qianchi hurried to the edge of the flying boat to gaze into the distance.
Little did they know, Chen Huai'an was facing a dilemma.
【Please choose your jade foot!】
＜Recharge 6 yuan to unlock the white silk jade foot, a kick that will leave Ji Dongren ecstatic.＞
＜Recharge 12 yuan to unlock the black silk long legs, teaching Ji Dongren what humiliation truly means.＞
＜Recharge 36 yuan to unlock the old cold leg, a kick that will stink to high heaven.＞
＜For just 48 yuan, enjoy the limited-time offer of knee-high socks, pig waist shoes, and a 34-inch small ice cream.＞
＜Free use of a serious kick, no special effects, just a kick to shatter Ji Dongren's dreams.＞
Chen Huai'an: "..."
Wait, is this for real?
White silk jade foot, black silk beautiful legs—should it really be like this?
He had thought the so-called foot control benefits were just a joke, but it turned out to be true.
While he was curious about what the black silk-wrapped Remnant Foot looked like, it must be quite spectacular, right?
But even with money, he shouldn’t spend it recklessly.
Better to… wait until his relationship with Qingran baby improved before trying other versions.
He didn’t want to ruin his perfect image as a master in Qingran's eyes.
Chen Huai'an chose the 'free kick'.
【Please place your phone on the ground and step on it with your jade foot.】
Chen Huai'an: "..."
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In the Cangyun Realm.
A group of Transformation God cultivators exerted all their strength but still couldn’t catch up to the demonic cultivator. Su Qinian gritted his teeth, thinking that this demonic cultivator was extraordinarily powerful, and the demonic techniques he practiced were among the worst. If he let him escape, it would surely bring suffering to the beings of the mortal realm. He turned to seek help from the ancestor on the flying boat.
Just then.
The air around them suddenly froze.
A terrifying pressure spread from the flying boat, enveloping everything.
Everyone fell silent, their lips and teeth stiffening, as they saw a giant azure foot of spiritual energy extending from the gathering storm clouds, its sole covering the very direction in which the demonic cultivator was fleeing.
"Unmeasurable Heavenly Sovereign!" Su Qinian stared in shock: "The ancestor is making a move… oh no, a kick!"
"It turns out Master really is going to kick!"
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