novelapdf Chapter 198 The Last Gift for the Dead
Chapter 198 The Last Gift for the Dead
"Although your cultivation is not weak, I'm afraid you are not able to suppress that violent law. If you force yourself to carry it, you may suffer from qi deviation."
Han Cang took a step forward, and his three junior brothers beside him understood and spread out, forming a barely noticeable encirclement.
"How about we hand that spiritual herb over to Han, and have it sealed away using the secret techniques of my Yunlan Sect? We can discuss its distribution once we reach a safe area. What do you think, fellow Daoist?"
This statement sounds very high-sounding, as if he were not openly robbing, but rather carrying out some kind of humanitarian aid.
"distribute?"
Mo Chengyue finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, as if it had been rubbed out from a dry crack in the rock.
"You mean, I killed someone, saved your lives, and then I have to hand over the spoils to you so you can 'seal' them for me?"
Han Cang's face stiffened, seemingly not expecting this guy who looked like a rogue cultivator to be so blunt.
"This is for the sake of the bigger picture."
Han Cang waved his sleeve somewhat displeased.
"The ruins are fraught with danger. If these treasures, which are imbued with demonic energy, are allowed to release their aura, they will only attract more evil cultivators."
"Fellow Daoist, one must know how to assess the situation. We have been able to hold out at this pass until now because of the Yunlan Sect's strength, not luck."
Mo Chengyue let out a soft laugh through his mask, a laugh that sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent canyon.
"Inherited heritage?"
"You mean the strength you had just used to shield your junior sister, who was hiding in the basin and is now almost dead, by pushing her out as a shield to block the poison net?"
"Or are you referring to the power you displayed earlier in the poisonous miasma, where you cut off your junior brothers' escape route to save your own life?"
These words were like a resounding slap across Han Cang's pale face.
The expressions on the faces of the Yunlan Sect disciples who had initially been grateful and working hard for Han Cang instantly became quite varied.
They looked at each other, not daring to utter a sound, but the suspicion in their eyes was already pounding wildly.
The feeling of having his fig leaf torn off in public was clearly more unbearable for Han Cang than a serious injury.
"shut up!"
Han Cang, enraged and ashamed, let out a low growl, his previously hypocritical facade instantly replaced by a ferocious expression.
"Nonsense! Your lightning-like true energy seems strange and inexplicable; you're clearly a heretical cultivator who has possessed some senior!"
"Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for acting on behalf of Heaven!"
His left sleeve trembled slightly, and a "Cloud Mist Spirit Locking Nail," completely black and exuding a chilling aura, was already held between his fingers.
This thing specifically targets the soul; it's the Yunlan Sect's trump card for sneak attacks.
Mo Chengyue watched this scene without any emotional reaction.
I even felt like laughing.
These so-called prestigious schools of thought can change their tune in the face of profit with a speed that surpasses even the most skilled Sichuan opera masters.
"As expected, when it comes to cleaning up trash, you have to do the whole thing."
Mo Chengyue sighed.
He ignored those faces twisted with greed.
His right hand slowly, inch by inch, climbed up the hilt of the sword at his waist, which was tightly wrapped in coarse cloth.
That was the curse Su Qingying left for him.
It is also the only Azure Spirit Sword in the world that not only drinks the blood of its enemies but also sucks their marrow.
"Buzz..."
As the five fingers exerted force, the Azure Spirit Sword emitted a low, mournful sound from its sheath.
The sound of the sword echoed with a long-suppressed madness, like a wronged ghost frantically pounding on a tombstone.
The blood pact that Su Qingying of Biyun Peak had before her death was instantly activated upon sensing the pure Yang true essence within Mo Chengyue's body.
The dark red bloodline on the sword hilt suddenly began to throb and twitch violently, as if it were a living vein.
"What kind of evil thing is this?"
Han Cang felt the chilling murderous aura emanating from the man, his heart skipped a beat, and he dared not be careless again.
"Attack! Kill him, and the elixir and the sword are ours!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly flung out the Soul-Locking Nail.
The jet-black nail transformed into a silent streak of dark light, heading straight for Mo Chengyue's Niwan Palace.
At the same time, the other three Yunlan Sect disciples also disregarded their injuries and forcibly activated their remaining magical power.
Three sword energies of different colors formed a triangular shape, firmly locking down Mo Chengyue's escape routes.
Mo Chengyue did not move.
Or rather, from these people's perspective, he didn't seem to make any dodging motion.
"This kind of third-rate collaboration really makes me lose my appetite."
He even had time to mentally comment on it.
next second.
collapse!
The coarse cloth wrapped around the Azure Spirit Sword instantly shattered under the infusion of extreme true essence.
Before the countless scraps of cloth could even land, they were blasted into dust by the surrounding energy.
A striking, ethereal green sword light, as clear and cold as the most crystalline emerald from the depths of the far northern ice plains, suddenly bloomed within the pass.
This bright light instantly stole away all the colors around it.
The Soul-Locking Nail that shot towards them was like a snowflake hitting the sun the moment it touched the sword light.
Before it could even make a crisp sound, it was crushed into dust by that pure and yang sword energy.
"impossible!"
Han Cang's pupils trembled violently.
This Soul-Locking Nail is a mid-grade spiritual artifact. Even if it cannot exert its full power due to environmental suppression, it is by no means an artifact of the same grade that can be easily destroyed.
Before he could figure it out, Mo Chengyue made a move.
The Heavenly Dragon Steps demonstrated what a true "physical cheat code" is at this moment.
Mo Chengyue's figure left a faint afterimage in place, and his true form had already appeared behind the disciple who was moving slightly slower due to serious injuries.
His movements were all precise and without a single superfluous action, not even a single fancy move.
It's just a simple, flat cut.
The Azure Spirit Sword drew a beautiful emerald green arc in the air.
The feeling wasn't like killing someone; it was more like a skilled carpenter making a perfect cut along the grain of the wood.
tear.
A soft sound, like tearing silk.
A bright red flower of blood bloomed from the disciple's throat in a fraction of a second.
He didn't even feel any pain.
I just felt my vision suddenly shift, and then I saw my headless body slowly collapsing, spraying red water.
"The first one."
Mo Chengyue silently counted in his mind.
His heart remained completely unmoved.
Back then, in that dark cave, as he watched Su Qingying grow colder and colder in his arms, he made a vow.
If this world insists on playing the Dark Forest game...
So he decided to become the forest ranger with the chainsaw.
"Junior brother!"
Han Cang let out a piercing scream, a voice distorted by extreme fear.
"Run! Run!"
At this moment, he finally realized that the man in front of him wearing a bronze mask was not someone to be trifled with.
This is a harvester that crawled out of hell and has no intention of leaving any survivors.
However, within this closed passage suppressed by the laws of relics.
Want to run?
Did you ask him about the sword in his hand?
Mo Chengyue flashed again, and the Jade Spirit Sword in his hand seemed to have transformed into a slippery, emerald-green venomous snake.
Every time he swung his sword, he blocked the opponent's flow of true energy at its most obstructed point.
Even a mere gust of sword wind shattered the protective aura surrounding the three disciples like a broken pot.
puff.
puff.
Two muffled thuds as heavy objects fell to the ground.
The remaining two Yunlan Sect disciples who tried to escape were either cleaved in two diagonally from their shoulder blades or had their dantian core pierced directly by sword energy.
Their blood splattered onto the dry rocks of the pass, making a sizzling sound.
The originally cold and hard sword blade unexpectedly gave Mo Chengyue a pleasant warmth.
"It seems that you, Biyun Sword, also dislike these hypocritical fellows."
Mo Chengyue glanced down at the constantly buzzing blade and muttered to himself.
In the blink of an eye.
On the deserted battlefield of the pass, only Han Cang, who was slumped on the ground, and Mo Chengyue, who was slowly walking towards them with his sword in hand, remained.
"You...you stay away..."
Han Cang braced himself with both hands on the ground and kicked his legs backwards desperately.
His purple-gold crown, a symbol of his status, had long since disappeared. His hair was disheveled, and his face was covered in blood. He no longer resembled the "senior brother" at all.