143: Chapter 143 It's the Heavenly Evil Cult Again

The young man stumbled forward and bent down to pick up the bead.

His face was pale as paper, and his breathing was so rapid that it was almost failing.

Although that sword strike had hit the Dragon Slaying True Person, the price he paid was equally heavy.

His life-bound sword had shattered, three thousand six hundred vengeful spirits had been annihilated, and the True Qi in his body was nearly exhausted; at this moment, he was at the end of his rope.

But his eyes flickered with a glimmer of excitement.

The memory of the Dragon Slaying True Person at thirty years old.

At this stage, the Dragon Slaying True Person's mastery of the Five Elements True Intent had reached maturity, his swordsmanship was even more refined, and he might have even comprehended some deeper principles of the Dao of the sword.

If he could obtain this memory...

His hand reached out toward the bead.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the bead—

A blade light slashed at him from behind!

The blade light came without any warning.

There was no warning of killing intent, no leakage of aura, and no signs that anyone could have detected in advance.

It simply appeared out of thin air, like a bolt of lightning slashed from the Void Realm, aiming to cut down at Yi Qianfan's neck!

The young man's pupils constricted sharply!

He had no time to turn, no time to dodge, and not even enough time to activate his defensive Magical Artifact—

He could only throw himself forward desperately!

The blade light grazed the back of his head and slashed into the ground in front of him.

"Boom!"

Sand and stones splattered as the ground was carved into a trench over a zhang long and several feet deep!

Yi Qianfan rolled to the ground, spun around abruptly, held the short sword in his hand across his chest, and stared fixedly in the direction from which the blade light had come.

There, a figure was stepping out from the shadows of the rocks.

It was a youth of seventeen or eighteen, dressed in dark gray cloth clothes, his posture as straight as a pine, his face handsome and refined, his eyes terrifyingly calm.

In his hand, he held a dark, blood-colored long saber, the blade shimmering with a cold, eerie luster amidst the wind and sand.

It was none other than Jiang Hanzhou.

The young man stared fixedly at him, his eyes flickering with uncertain shock.

"Who are you?"

His voice was hoarse and grating, carrying an unconcealable weakness.

Jiang Hanzhou did not answer.

He simply raised the tiger soul saber, its tip pointing diagonally at Yi Qianfan.

"That bead," he said indifferently, "I want it."

The young man's expression changed.

The next instant—he moved!

He did not rush toward Jiang Hanzhou, but instead lunged violently toward the pale golden bead still lying quietly on the sandy ground!

As long as he obtained the bead, as long as he absorbed this memory, his strength could recover partially, and he might even be able to use it to achieve a Breakthrough.

By then, this youth who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth would be nothing more than a ghost under his sword!

His speed was extremely fast.

Three zhang. Two zhang. One zhang.

His fingertips had already touched the edge of the bead—

The blade light slashed again.

This time, faster. More ruthless. More piercing.

The young man was forced to withdraw his hand.

He spun around abruptly, his short sword meeting the incoming blade light!

"Clang—!"

Blade and sword clashed, sparks flying everywhere!

Violent waves of energy poured out in all directions, lifting the sand and stones on the ground over a zhang high!

The young man groaned, stumbling back seven or eight steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.

He was already exhausted, and this strike shook his internal organs so violently that a mouthful of blood surged into his throat, which he swallowed back down by force.

Jiang Hanzhou did not give him another chance.

His figure leaped up, and the tiger soul saber slashed down once more!

Divine Intent Heavenly Saber · Sea Severing Tide!

Golden blade light suddenly appeared!

The gold was extremely pure, extremely sharp, as if it could sever everything.

That was the Golden Sharpness True Intent he had just grasped; although it was only a sliver, when integrated into his blade technique, its power was more than doubled!

The young man's face was deathly pale.

He desperately activated his short sword, desperately circulated the little True Qi left in his body, desperately trying to block this blade—

He couldn't block it.

The blade light cut through everything and slashed into his body.

From his right shoulder to his left abdomen, a blade wound deep enough to see bone pierced through his chest.

Blood gushed out.

The young man widened his eyes, looking down at the wound on his chest, then looked up at Jiang Hanzhou, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something—

Then, he collapsed.

The corpse hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Jiang Hanzhou sheathed his saber.

He stood before the young man's corpse, his expression calm, his breathing steady, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

He squatted down and first picked up the pale golden bead.

The bead felt slightly cool in his hand, smooth as a mirror.

The warm, gentle glow flowed in his palm, as if calling him to sink into it and watch that memory of the Dragon Slaying True Person at thirty years old.

Jiang Hanzhou was in no rush to absorb it.

He put the bead into his sumeru pouch and then began to loot the items on the young man's body.

A pitch-black long sword broken into two pieces, completely ruined.

A short sword, of decent quality, but far inferior to his tiger soul saber.

Several bottles of Medicinal Pill, purpose unknown, keep them for now.

A token—

Jiang Hanzhou's movements paused slightly.

The token was about the size of a palm, jet black in its entirety, with a distorted "Evil" character carved on the front, below which were the three characters [Yi Qianfan], and on the back was a bizarre pattern.

An inverted mountain peak, with an endless abyss beneath it.

Heavenly Evil Cult True Disciple token.

Jiang Hanzhou's expression became somewhat strange.

The Heavenly Evil Cult.

The Heavenly Evil Cult again.

He looked down at the corpse on the ground; that pale, handsome face still retained the shock and unwillingness from before death.

The first sumeru pouch he had obtained came from that Heavenly Evil Cult Disciple at the Three Rivers Estuary who was being hunted by an Elder of the Huiquan Temple. That pouch contained the "Heavenly Dipper Treasure Refining Art".

That profound Cultivation Technique, which was directly classified as a "Divine Ability" by the panel, was still nourishing his Heavenly Dipper Precious Qi to this day and was one of his trump cards.

And now, he had killed a Heavenly Evil Cult Disciple for the second time, and he had actually encountered it again.

What kind of fate was this?

Jiang Hanzhou shook his head, shaking this strange thought out of his mind.

He tossed the token into his sumeru pouch; this thing might be useful, or it might not, but keeping it was never a loss.

Then he began to refine Yi Qianfan's sumeru pouch.

There were quite a few items in the pouch, but most were unremarkable.

Thousands of taels of silver banknotes, a few pieces of Low-Grade Spirit Stone, a few volumes recording the basic Cultivation Technique of the Heavenly Evil Cult, and some Materials for refining Gu and Demonic Weapon.

Compared to the sumeru pouch he had obtained back then, it was simply like the difference between clouds and mud.

No Heaven And Earth Treasure.

No Divine Ability martial arts.

No profound Cultivation Technique similar to the "Heavenly Dipper Treasure Refining Art".

Not even a single memory fragment.

It seemed that after Yi Qianfan entered the Immortal Cave, he had only obtained the memory of the thirty-year-old Dragon Slaying True Person who had just been killed and hadn't had time to absorb it yet.

Jiang Hanzhou sighed slightly.

What a pity.

This Heavenly Evil Cult True Disciple's Luck was clearly not as good as the first one.

But on second thought, it was normal. If this person really had great Luck, he wouldn't have been easily taken advantage of by him.

The one lying on the ground at this moment would have been him.

He put all the items from the sumeru pouch into his own, then tossed the empty pouch aside next to the corpse.

He stood up.

He walked toward the pale golden bead still lying quietly on the sandy ground.

He bent down and picked it up.

Just as his fingertips touched the bead—

An indescribable, immense force suddenly descended!