127: Chapter 127 The Journey Back to the Sect: Gathering Medicinal Herbs

Swoosh...

Hun Tiandi's eyes turned cold. The Crimson Sword flew out, its sharp sword light erupting and completely crushing Xiao Tian's soul into specks of light that dissipated.

Body and soul destroyed, he vanished from the world.

"Demonic arts?" Fairy Junyao was asking what? Hun Tiandi's face was full of confusion, though he knew full well that Tang Junyao was asking about the group of disciples from the Starfall Pavilion.

Their silent deaths were the result of an unfathomable Soul Technique.

Naturally, he would not admit it.

"Little Mister, sigh, offending both the Starfall Pavilion and the Xiao Family at the same time is truly not a wise move. Jun Yao advises you to leave quickly!"

Tang Junyao reminded him helplessly.

"Many thanks!" Hun Tiandi drank his spirit wine and thanked her indifferently. Everyone present looked at Hun Tiandi in disbelief, shocked and confused.

The Red-Gold Puppet in the youth's hand had suppressed the entire scene. They had originally thought he could be easily handled, but who would have thought this youth was playing the pig to eat the tiger, with such deep foundations.

They wondered what kind of terrifying power was behind him to arrange such a trump card for him.

Mr. Shui Xing looked at the calm and composed figure in the arena, a hint of interest appearing in his gentle eyes.

"May I ask for your name, Little Mister, so you may come to visit Burning Flame Valley in the future?"

A faint smile played on Tang Junyao's exquisite face as her red lips parted.

"Just a rough man from the mountains, Yun Tian it is." Hun Tiandi waved his hand and spoke indifferently, then his figure moved like the wind, drifting away towards the distant mountain peaks.

"Yun Tian? Why does it feel so familiar? As if I've heard it somewhere before?"

Tang Junyao's delicate brows furrowed slightly as if lost in thought, but she had no clue. She prepared to leave; her business outside Burning Flame Valley was mostly done, and it was time to return and report.

"Young Master Yun, well done. This time, you've certainly made a fearsome name for yourself..."

After Hun Tiandi left, Elder Dan's voice spoke with a chuckle.

Hun Tiandi let out a light breath, continuously downing spirit wine to recover his consumed Dou Qi and injuries.

"Where do you plan to go next?" Elder Dan asked casually.

Hun Tiandi pondered for a moment and said, "There are fully sixty thousand souls within the ten thousand soul banner; perhaps I can improve my Soul Weapon Art."

"The Soul Weapon Art is divided into seven stages. I have currently cultivated the first stage, the Crimson Sword, to the Great Completion level; I might as well take this opportunity to perfect it."

Elder Dan nodded slightly; improving his strength was a form of insurance for venturing into the Central Plains.

"Teacher, after I complete the one-year agreement with the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, we will go find the legacy of the Heavenly Silkworm Dragon Emperor. I have long envied that method of the Dynasty."

Hun Tiandi asked.

"Very well!" Elder Dan was also extremely curious about the legacy of the ancient Dou Di.

Seeing that Elder Dan did not object, Hun Tiandi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, fearing that his low strength would cause him to be stopped from going.

He said, "Since that is the case, let us go."

Swoosh...

Hun Tiandi found a valley, scanned the surroundings, and not detecting anyone, he waved his large sleeves.

The peerless fierce weapon, the ten thousand soul banner, appeared.

Rolling black and purple gas flowed, and countless ferocious faces on the banner wailed, roared, and shrieked, instantly filling the valley.

"Let us begin!"

Hun Tiandi's hands moved as fast as lightning to form seals, a wave of energy spread out, and he flicked his finger onto the ten thousand soul banner.

Hum, hum...

The ten thousand soul banner vibrated continuously, but it was restricted to a small area, so it would not alert others.

As it vibrated and the exit opened, rolling beast souls swarmed out; suddenly, cold winds howled in the valley, and the shrieks of evil spirits were endless...

Hun Tiandi, who was to the side, was well prepared. The moment the exit of the ten thousand soul banner opened, his soul surged out like a tidal wave.

He immediately activated the Soul Crimson Sword in his sea of consciousness, unleashing countless Crimson Swords.

Swoosh... swoosh...

Countless Crimson Sword rains streaked across the sky, weaving a sword net that enveloped the souls.

In Elder Dan's eyes, black and purple energy rolled and surged, constantly pouring in, and the aura of the Soul Weapon Art that Hun Tiandi was cultivating was gradually rising.

Clearly, this Soul Technique was breaking through.

"Such fierce slaughter..." Elder Dan sighed softly.

He had naturally practiced soul secret techniques himself, and his realm was not low, so he could naturally see the powerful and strange nature of the Soul Weapon Art that Hun Tiandi was wielding.

"Good lad, actually so monstrous."

"Cultivating soul secret techniques, this kind of talent is truly terrifying."

He praised him without reservation.

Before him was what seemed like an endless rolling black cloud, with the shrieks of ghosts and gods; souls were hidden within, flickering in and out of existence.

One by one, the souls were instantly slain by Hun Tiandi's Soul Crimson Sword, and countless soul origins were continuously sent back into his sea of consciousness.

"God Refining Art..." With a thought, he activated the God Refining Art to refine the soul origins into pure, ownerless soul power.

Absorbed by the Crimson Sword rain, it grew stronger, and Hun Tiandi's Soul Weapon Art continuously improved...

The Soul Weapon Art that Hun Tiandi cultivated was different from the soul secret techniques that Elder Dan practiced, with each having its own focus.

Although both belonged to the top tier, the Soul Weapon Art focused on slaughter and attack, making it incomparably tyrannical.

After three days of non-stop slaughter, using soul power to kill without reservation, it was not easy to persist for three days.

Fortunately, his soul power was innately strong, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to withstand such a toss.

Because the Crimson Sword-shaped soul in his sea of consciousness had already begun to transform into a deep crimson color...

Hun Tiandi believed that it would only take a little more time.

When the Crimson Sword-shaped soul in the sea of consciousness transformed into deep crimson, that would be the moment the first stage of the Soul Weapon Art was perfected.

The Soul Weapon Art is divided into seven stages: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, with each color divided into three levels.

For example: light red, red, deep red.

He only needed to cultivate the sword-shaped soul to deep red, and then Hun Tiandi could beckon to begin cultivating the second stage of the Soul Weapon Art.

Allowing the sword-shaped soul to promote to light orange.

Fortunately, the soul bodies that Hun Tiandi collected were of extremely high quality, and the soul power obtained was also much purer.

The slaughter continued. After exterminating thirty thousand soul bodies, he absorbed the dissipated soul power and, through the transformation of the God Refining Art...

It was all absorbed by the Soul Crimson Sword.

The Crimson Sword-shaped soul in Hun Tiandi's sea of consciousness finally advanced.

"Finally, I have succeeded in cultivation; the first stage of the Soul Weapon Art is perfected," Hun Tiandi said with excitement in his heart.

He now felt that the power of the Soul Weapon Art had increased by at least ten times.

Previously, the Soul Crimson Sword was a bit strenuous when slaying soul bodies, but now Hun Tiandi felt that he could easily kill them in seconds...

The deep Crimson Sword-shaped soul was too powerful.

"Hahaha, Teacher, I have cultivated the Soul Weapon Art to the perfected level of the first stage," Hun Tiandi said excitedly.

"Good, not bad." Elder Dan nodded and smiled. On the continent, cultivating and improving Dou Qi was simpler; what was difficult was soul cultivation.

Only by breaking through realms could soul power be improved.

Beyond that, there were only rare and precious Soul Technique secret arts.

"Let us continue!" Hun Tiandi, in one go, released the soul bodies again.

This time, the sword-shaped soul had risen to deep red, and the slaughter power of the Crimson Sword was more than ten times stronger. He drove the Crimson Sword rain to exterminate the remaining thirty thousand soul bodies with an irresistible momentum.

In the sea of consciousness, the surging soul power was transformed by the God Refining Art, and streams of pure soul power merged into the deep Crimson Sword-shaped soul.

He felt that the Soul Weapon Art had made a slight improvement.

Hun Tiandi opened his eyes, light flickering in them, his heart shocked; this time, with the help of the soul bodies in the ten thousand soul banner, he had actually successfully advanced.

In the future, he absolutely could not slack off in collecting soul bodies.