Chapter 1039 - 723: Calamity Without Cause

Chapter 1039: Chapter 723: Calamity Without Cause

Shen Xuan did not conceal his movements.

After leaving Myriad Phenomena Immortal City, he drove an unobtrusive cyan escape light, flying leisurely, at a speed similar to an average Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

Along the way, he could clearly sense several sneaky Divine Senses trailing far behind.

There were also several subtle fluctuations of Spiritual Power, evidently someone was signaling, relaying the pursuit.

"It seems, it’s indeed people from Yunqi Commerce Association."

Shen Xuan understood clearly.

Not only was he not in a hurry, but he even slowed down by two points.

He had no tracking marks on him, the other party could only rely on this method of man-to-man tracking.

He had to be considerate and give these followers ample time.

He was even a bit worried that the other party might lose track halfway due to poor eyesight.

Flying unhurriedly for half an hour, over a hundred miles away from Myriad Phenomena Immortal City, below were undulating barren mountains and sparse woods.

Shen Xuan suddenly pressed down the escape light, landed on a relatively open hillside, a timely trace of solemnity appearing on his face, looking straight ahead.

On the other side of the hillside, a figure was already waiting here.

The man was tall, with a ferocious scar on his face, twitching like a centipede, with evil qi condensed around him as if tangible, and ferocity flashing in his triangular eyes.

The Spiritual Pressure of True Pill Middle Stage spread unreservedly, alarming all insects nearby to silence.

One look was enough to tell he was a ruthless character who had licked blood off the blade and killed countless people.

As Shen Xuan landed, a swift breaking sound came from behind, a bright yellow escape light shooting over at extreme speed, landing accurately over ten zhang behind him, forming a pincer attack with the scar-faced cultivator.

The escape light dissipated, revealing an elder in a silk robe, dressed as a merchant, with an astute face and a long three-strand beard on his chin.

His cultivation was also at the True Pill Middle Stage.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait! I have something to discuss!"

The scar-faced cultivator’s voice was like muffled thunder, taking the lead to speak, the tone was unfriendly.

Shen Xuan frowned, his gaze sweeping over the two people in front and behind: "Who are you?"

Two True Pill Middle Stage cultivators, one in front and one behind, blocking a "Late Stage of Foundation Establishment" Loose Cultivator like him.

This Yunqi Commerce Association really thought highly of his "Wei Tiancheng"!

"Doesn’t even recognize him?"

The elder in the brocade robe chuckled, stroking his beard, with a hint of mockery in his tone.

"This is the infamous ’Heroic Cultivator’ Ling Baoshi around here!"

"Heroic Cultivator?"

Shen Xuan looked at the fiercely evil scarred face, a trace of ridicule passing through his eyes.

"Oh?"

His gaze turned to the elder in the brocade robe: "And who might you be?"

"I am Yu Jinfeng, humbly serving as the Talisman Manager for Yunqi Commerce Association."

The elder slightly cupped his hands, appearing courteous but maintaining an impression of superiority.

Shen Xuan nodded, his tone flat: "Shopkeeper Yu, since you manage talismans, you must have Mastery in Talisman Dao."

"I wouldn’t call it Mastery."

Yu Jinfeng waved his hand, but couldn’t hide the pride on his face: "I’ve been immersed in this Dao for over three hundred years, gaining some insights."

"Old Yu! Enough with the nonsense! Get to the point!"

Ling Baoshi in front impatiently urged.

"No rush, Fellow Daoist Ling."

Yu Jinfeng smiled, his gaze becoming sharp.

"Fellow Daoist Wei Tiancheng, let’s not beat around the bush. I’ve come to propose a trade with you."

He even had a clear grasp of the alias "Wei Tiancheng" he registered with when entering the city.

This Yu Jinfeng surely had informants within Myriad Phenomena Immortal City’s guards, well-informed.

"What kind of trade?"

"I am willing to offer a high price to purchase the ancient cultivation method inheritance you obtained from Huo Jueyuan."

Yu Jinfeng stared intently at Shen Xuan, slowly saying: "The price will surely satisfy you. Fellow Daoist Wei is a wise man and should know the saying ’a man is not guilty but treasures make him guilty’."

Shen Xuan’s expression was indifferent: "Sorry, I have no intention of selling this item. Consider this trade off the table."

"Hmph! Not appreciating the courtesy!"

Hearing this, Ling Baoshi’s eyes turned ferocious, patience exhausted.

With a low shout, a surge of blood and evil qi erupted around him!

A strange-shaped long blade, entirely gleaming gold and thin as a cicada’s wing, emerged from the void before him, the blade body vibrating, emitting a sharp blade wail.

"Slash!"

Ling Baoshi pointed with two fingers, the golden thin blade suddenly transformed into a dazzling rainbow, bursting with blade energy in mid-air, transforming into a fierce demon beast phantom, with a human face, jackal body, wings on its back, moving like a snake, Opening its giant mouth filled with sharp teeth, it lunged fiercely at Shen Xuan with a cutting wind and fierce blade intent to tear him apart!

"Oh? Blade energy transformation, ancient fierce beast turning into a snake?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Shen Xuan’s eyes.

This Tribulation Cultivator Ling Baoshi’s attainments in the blade Dao were indeed exceptional, able to condense blade intent to such a degree, transforming into the charm of ancient fierce beasts.

Among True Pill Middle Stage cultivators, he could be considered a formidable fighter.

No wonder Yu Jinfeng sought him as a helper.

But unfortunately.

They had no idea what kind of existence this "Wei Tiancheng" in the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment really was!

Facing the "transforming snake" blade energy capable of seriously damaging True Pill Cultivators, Shen Xuan merely calmly extended his right hand.

His arm was instantly covered with a layer of dense and tough cyan dragon scales, his five fingers curved, transforming into a dragon claw filled with barbaric power, neither dodging nor evading, directly grasping at the neck of the "transforming snake"!

"Poof!"

A muffled sound, the fierce "transforming snake" was effortlessly caught by him at its "crucial point."

The violent blade energy cut against the dragon scales, unable to leave even a white mark.

"Roar!"

The "transforming snake" let out an unwilling wail, struggling and twisting frantically, yet as if clamped by iron pliers, completely futile.

After a few breaths, the "transforming snake" collapsed with a roar, revealing the original form of the golden thin blade in the dragon claw, "buzzing" with a sad moan, its Spiritual Light dim.

"Tribulation cultivators are tribulation cultivators, why dress up as ’Heroic Cultivator’? Simply sullies the word ’Hero’!"