67: Chapter 67 Taking Action

You give a slight nod, and the next moment, without warning, you throw a punch straight at his head, even kicking up waves of sonic booms.

"Clang—!"

Your fist heavily smashes into a suddenly materialized black shield. The runes on it instantly flare up, and a sharp sound like exploding metal tears through the air.

With your current physical body, you can take on upper-grade magical instruments head-on without injury, and even top-grade magical instruments cannot pierce your defense in a short time.

One can only say that whatever comes from the Son of Destiny is bound to be of high quality. The Taiyin Xuanshu Body-Refining Scripture is definitely among the absolute top tier of body-refining techniques.

"Not a bad reaction."

You retract your palm with some regret; if the other party couldn't even take this punch, there would be no point in cooperating at all.

"Heh… Heh…"

Han Xuan's throat bobs as he quickly wipes away the cold sweat on his forehead, pulling off a smile that is even uglier than crying.

It is true that he can sense killing intent, but your sneak attack just now showed absolutely no murderous aura.

Right now, Han Xuan wants nothing more than to slap himself twice. To spill his trump card so easily—this bad habit of showing off the moment he sees a beauty really needs to change.

You glance at him without speaking. For a sword cultivator, controlling killing intent is far too simple.

"Kill!"

Just as the battlefield below enters its concluding stage, the cultivators lying in ambush in the dark can no longer sit still, and battle cries suddenly erupt.

"Let's go!"

You are not prepared to wait for rabbits by a tree anymore. Since those big shots want to see a quick resolution, you might as well try your best to satisfy them.

With a flip of your palm, a blood-red longsword materializes.

The blade is long and narrow, densely covered with unknown floral patterns. The spine of the sword faintly has fine rune grooves, which will emit a faint red glow when spiritual power is injected.

You merely hid the Tianxuan Sword Sect's cultivation method without concealing your identity as a sword cultivator. This sword was specifically found for you by Bai Shouzhuo, and its name is—Duanhong.

It is said to have been forged anew from a damaged spiritual artifact. Although it has lost its spirituality, its sharpness far exceeds ordinary top-grade magical instruments, and that red glow also possesses a certain armor-piercing effect.

"What are you planning to do?"

Looking at the chaotic battlefield before him in a complete mess, Han Xuan distressedly scratches his head.

"You guys go interfere with the others from getting the youtan miasma dew, and afterwards we can just split that stuff evenly."

This is precisely the reason why you wanted to rope in Han Xuan.

As long as the youtan miasma dew is still around, these people will not easily retreat, and Cao Qing alone clearly cannot hold out.

"Then what about you, Miss Lin?"

Cao Qing, who has been completely out of the loop, asks.

The corners of your lips curl up slightly, and the Sword Intent around your body suddenly surges.

The next instant, your figure transforms into a streak of crimson light, crashing into the center of the battlefield in the blink of an eye!

The moment you step into the crowd, your gaze locks onto two peak Qi Refinement Stage cultivators locked in fierce combat.

Without needing much preparation, the longsword in your hand hums, and a piercing Sword Intent sweeps horizontally forward.

"！！！"

The two fighting feel a chill in their hearts, their divine sense only capturing a flash of white light. By the time they want to turn back to defend themselves, their bodies have already lost balance, and a sense of powerlessness along with darkness instantly swallows them up.

At death's door, all they see is a flash of a red skirt hem whisking past.

Nowadays, Qi Refinement Stage cultivators in front of you are simply like clay chickens and pottery dogs, vulnerable to a single blow.

Without stopping your steps, you sweep past the corpses of the two, your fingertips moving slightly to summon their storage bags into your hands.

After a sweep of your divine sense, you gently stroke the storage bag to take out the spiritual seal, smoothly and quietly sweeping most of the spiritual stones and pills into your system space in the process.

The more it is this kind of time, the clearer your mind becomes. There are still Nascent Soul big shots watching outside, so you cannot directly put the storage bags into the space. But once you go out, the ownership of these things will be unclear, so you might as well grab a stash first.

Anyway, the owners of the storage bags are already dead, leaving no proof for their relics.

After finishing this, you expand your divine sense to its maximum range and start selecting suitable targets.

Peak Qi Refinement Stage cultivators are your primary choice. After all, ordinary cultivators reaching this realm are all preparing for Foundation Establishment, and naturally they will have saved up a hefty fortune.

On the other side, the atmosphere near the youtan flower is very subtle.

Severed limbs and broken arms are everywhere, and the ground has long been soaked blackish-brown by blood. The tragic nature of the battle is evident.

Those who can stand here now are naturally all elites. No one intends to retreat, yet no one dares to be the first person to eat the crab. For a moment, several experts whose combat power surpasses their peers are deadlocked here.

"Fellows, if we keep fighting like this, I'm afraid none of us will benefit. There is enough youtan miasma dew, why don't we split it evenly?"

A tall, thin man steps out slowly, forcing a stiff smile on his face, while the long saber in his hand continues to drip blood.

Hearing this, the eyes of the others meet, and after a moment of silence, they all slowly nod.

"Alright."

The tall, thin man breathes a secret sigh of relief. He has killed the most people, but the spiritual power in his body is also nearly depleted, and his recovery-type pills are completely exhausted.

Had he not also practiced body-refining, he would not dare to step forward at all right now.

But the spiritual Qi in the secret realm is thin, making it difficult to recover his cultivation. Relying on his half-baked body-refining, if he cannot obtain the youtan miasma dew to escape into the poisonous miasma for shelter, he will probably find it hard to survive until the end.

Just as he is about to continue speaking to discuss obtaining the treasure, several golden blade edges cut through the air at an extremely fast speed, and a hoarse, sneering voice rings out simultaneously:

"Don't listen to his nonsense! This guy's spiritual power is already exhausted, killing him means one less person to share a quota!"

From the other side, a muffled, rugged voice responds:

"That's right!"

The tall, thin man's expression turns cold as he sidesteps to dodge the attack.

Just as he intends to find the person who attacked, he sees the rest of them staring at him with subtle expressions. Since they are all team leaders, naturally they cannot only think of themselves.

He instantly wants to withdraw and retreat, but several blade edges slash at him from behind once more.

"Dammit!"

It is precisely during this moment of pause that the remaining people, as if having conspired beforehand, attack him all at once.

Without any suspense, the death of the tall, thin man whose spiritual power was exhausted is extremely miserable.

But with this move, the originally quieted battlefield instantly plunges into chaos again, and several people start fighting fiercely once more.

"Hoo—"

In a secluded corner behind a huge rock, two figures let out a long sigh of relief.

Han Xuan shifts his gaze back to the battlefield outside the basin, where a red whirlwind is dancing wantonly.

A second-realm sword cultivator at the Qi Refinement Stage!

It makes his heart skip a beat. Fortunately, the task is temporarily completed...

"Brother Cao, exactly what background does this Fairy Lin have?"

Cao Qing scratches the back of his head, and a moment later, a blush even creeps across his honest face as he gives a silly smile:

"Hehe~ She is Uncle Bai's wife."

Han Xuan: "？？y"

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(Publishing two chapters first, was delayed by something last night, another chapter will be updated later.)