What is this? Could this person truly be a high-level demonic beast in disguise? Otherwise, how could a human grow a third eye?
The pair of young cultivators, shocked and terrified, couldn’t help but entertain this thought.
Yet before they could warn their fellow disciples, the young man in the air suddenly turned his head, and a dark beam shot from his third demonic eye, vanishing in a flash.
A muffled boom echoed through the air nearby, followed by a flash of white light as a figure eerily materialized out of thin air, mere dozens of feet away from the youth.
Upon closer inspection, the figure was an elderly man in his sixties, his hair tied in a triangular bun, barefoot, with an unusually long, horse-like face that was impossible to ignore. The moment he appeared, he wordlessly raised a hand and viciously clawed toward his opponent.
A spatial ripple surged, and above the youth’s head, a translucent, pale-yellow giant hand materialized, swooping down like lightning to seize him.
But the youth seemed to have anticipated this. With a mere flick of his wings, he vanished from his original position, reappearing elsewhere moments later, though his expression darkened considerably.
“Old Freak Feng! You’ve been chasing me for over a month now. You know full well you can’t trap me, yet you persist like a madman. What’s your game?” The youth’s brows furrowed as he roared, his voice booming like thunder across the sky.
The low-level cultivators below, caught off guard, looked up in shock, only for their ears to ring violently. Many collapsed to the ground, unable to stand, while those with weaker cultivation fainted outright.
Only a handful of Qi Condensation cultivators, protected by magic tools or possessing slightly higher cultivation, managed to retain a sliver of consciousness. Yet their bodies were so weak they couldn’t even rise, barely able to crane their necks to gaze fearfully at the “senior experts” in the sky, their faces deathly pale.
Among these conscious cultivators were naturally the young man and woman who had first noticed the anomaly in the sky. Like their fellow disciples, they inwardly cursed their misfortune.
Under normal circumstances, encountering a high-level cultivator would be an incredible opportunity—one they’d eagerly seek. But stumbling upon two high-level cultivators locked in battle was the exact opposite, akin to a calamity descending upon them. The young disciples couldn’t help but show expressions of sheer terror.
Though they had never personally witnessed the horrors of high-level cultivators clashing, they had heard tales from their elders more than once. Every account came with stern warnings: flee as far as possible the moment such a battle erupted. If caught in the crossfire, death was all but guaranteed.
And in the eyes of those high-level cultivators, Qi Condensation disciples were little more than ants—utterly insignificant, unworthy of even a moment’s consideration.
“Hmph, killing others is one thing. But to slaughter my descendant right before my eyes—do you think I’d let you off so easily? I refuse to believe a mere Nascent Soul cultivator can hold out much longer. Even if it costs me a decade of my lifespan, I’ll capture you and make you pay!” The horse-faced elder spat with murderous intent. With a flick of his finger, the translucent yellow hand circled and transformed into a streak of yellow light, hurtling toward Han Li once more.
The youth’s wings twitched, and he vanished again, reappearing another twenty feet away, though his frown deepened with frustration.
This youth was none other than Han Li, who had just wreaked havoc in the Yin Luo Sect.
The horse-faced elder, however, was an unforeseen disaster Han Li had unwittingly provoked when slaying the last of the Yin Luo Sect’s elders.
This man turned out to be a Deity Transformation cultivator with deep ties to that very elder.
Looking back, Han Li bitterly regretted his choice. Why had he picked this particular elder? Had he targeted any of the others for their Ghost Luo Banners, he could have avoided this mess entirely.
At the time, Old Freak Feng had been accompanying the Yin Luo Sect elder, disguising his cultivation as merely early Nascent Soul stage. Han Li, observing from the shadows, had detected nothing amiss and thus dismissed him. But just as Han Li lured the elder out and struck, the horse-faced elder unexpectedly arrived, witnessing the fatal blow firsthand.
Enraged, the elder revealed his true Deity Transformation cultivation and immediately attacked.
Had it not been for the miraculous speed of Han Li’s Wind and Thunder Wings and Swift Wind Nine Transformations, he might have fallen victim to the elder’s assault.
Shaken, Han Li wasted no time activating his Wind and Thunder Escape to flee. Originally, he had planned to linger near the Yin Luo Sect for months, waiting for another opportunity. But with a Deity Transformation cultivator now on his tail, he abandoned that plan entirely.
In his current state, Deity Transformation experts were the only beings in this realm he truly feared.
Unintentionally, this gave the Yin Luo Sect a brief respite.
Yet Han Li’s troubles were far from over. The slain elder seemed to hold significant importance to the horse-faced elder, who relentlessly pursued him, even at the cost of his own vitality. Though his escape technique was slightly inferior to Han Li’s Wind and Thunder Escape, his Deity Transformation cultivation narrowed the gap. Worse, Han Li couldn’t shake him—no matter how far he fled or how well he hid, the elder always found him.
After multiple frantic inspections, Han Li found no trace of any tracking mark on his body, deepening his wariness of Old Freak Feng.
Resigned, Han Li shifted tactics, engaging in a battle of attrition. Knowing the limitations of Deity Transformation cultivators, he planned to exhaust the elder’s spiritual power using his own reserves of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid before making his escape.
But after half a month, Han Li was stunned.
The horse-faced elder showed no signs of fatigue, as if he, too, possessed Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid. Given his status, this wasn’t impossible.
Han Li nearly got cornered several times, forced to use treasures to buy himself an escape.
During these encounters, Han Li attempted to negotiate, hoping the elder—who clearly wasn’t a Yin Luo Sect member—might relent. But Old Freak Feng, frustrated by his inability to catch Han Li, only grew more irate, dismissing all pleas and threatening worse suffering if Han Li didn’t surrender.
Han Li scoffed and ignored him.
After days of relentless pursuit, they arrived here. Now, Han Li decided to stand his ground, testing the true gap between himself and a Deity Transformation cultivator. If he could prove that killing him would cost the elder more than he was willing to sacrifice, perhaps the chase would end.
After all, his frequent use of the Wind and Thunder Wings was depleting the Divine Devilbane Lightning stored in his Emerald Swarm Sword. If it ran out, he’d be in real trouble.
Unbeknownst to Han Li, Old Freak Feng was equally vexed.
Han Li’s spiritual power, far exceeding that of an ordinary late-Nascent Soul cultivator, was obvious to the elder. But what truly frustrated him was Han Li’s elusive Wind and Thunder Wings. Despite his own formidable escape techniques, the elder—a Deity Transformation expert—repeatedly failed to corner this Nascent Soul junior, watching helplessly as Han Li slipped away time and again.
The elder was now in a dilemma.
Truthfully, the slain Yin Luo Sect elder wasn’t someone he held in particularly high regard—just a distant descendant. But when news spread of someone targeting the sect’s elders, the man had sought his protection, fearing another Deity Transformation cultivator was behind the attacks.
Out of obligation (and because few descendants even remembered him), the elder had reluctantly agreed.
Assuming the attacker was one of the few known Deity Transformation cultivators in the Great Jin, he had marked his descendant with a unique sigil, recognizable by his peers, and sent inquiries to identify the culprit.
Disguising his cultivation, he had intended to escort the man back to the sect before washing his hands of the matter. The fate of the Yin Luo Sect meant little to him.
But then Han Li had struck right before his eyes.
Had the attacker been another Deity Transformation cultivator, the elder might have swallowed his pride and let it go—conflict at their level was too costly in lifespan.
But discovering Han Li was merely a late-Nascent Soul cultivator, the proud and hot-tempered Old Freak Feng had flown into a rage, vowing to kill him.
Yet Han Li’s techniques surpassed all expectations. A month of pursuit had cost the elder years of his lifespan and a significant portion of his precious Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Liquid.
Letting Han Li go now would mean admitting defeat—and the elder’s pride couldn’t stomach that. Worse, Han Li’s treasures had stirred his greed.
Thus, the chase continued.
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