68: Chapter 68 Oh?

Deep in the barren mountains and dense forest, Ning Chuan's fingers had just touched his belt when the thunder on the horizon crashed down upon his head from the sky.

The scarlet-gold lightning shattered layers of tree crowns, illuminating the entire dense forest as bright as day, and a figure in white descended from the sky.

The ground exploded with a circle of spiderweb-like cracks centered on his feet, and electric arcs burst forth from the cracks, blowing away all the surrounding bushes and gravel, and forcing Ning Chuan to retreat seven or eight steps in succession.

Ning Chuan stabilized his figure, narrowing his eyes to size up this uninvited guest who had descended from the sky.

White clothes, black hair, a black lotus mark on the center of his brows, and undissipated scarlet-gold electric arcs wrapped around his entire body.

He could not see through the Cultivator's cultivation, but how strong could someone in the Qi Refinement Stage possibly be, no matter how strong they were?

He suppressed the trace of lingering unease in his heart, put on a smiling-yet-not-smiling expression again, cupped his hands, and said, "Fellow Daoist, you and I have no past grudges and no recent grievances, why must you meddle? If you have taken a fancy to this woman, I will hand her over to you after I am done."

Wang Shouren ignored him.

He squatted down, knelt on one knee in the pool of blood, and swept his gaze inch by inch over Wang Qingyan's injuries.

Her spiritual power was completely lost, her Meridians were severed inch by inch, and her Dantian was shattered.

He reached out with slightly trembling hands, retied the severed ribbon on Wang Qingyan's shoulder, and took off his outer robe to wrap her in it, his movements so gentle as if he was afraid of shattering something.

Wang Qingyan was covered in blood, her face as pale as gold paper, but that pair of eyes finally lit up.

"Little Brother Shouren, you... have come out of seclusion."

Her voice was hoarse and broken, but the corners of her mouth tried hard to curve into an arc, as if she wanted to smile, but she did not even have the strength to smile.

"Elder Sister Qingyan, close your eyes and rest for a while, this person will definitely die."

"Shouren, he Cultivates evil arts, not even a Late Stage Qi Refining Cultivator is his opponent, and he also has..."

"Shut up!" Ning Chuan grabbed towards Wang Qingyan's neck with a claw, the bloody light on his iron claw surging violently.

His iron claw failed to touch Wang Qingyan.

Wang Shouren had already appeared at his side, slamming a punch into his chest.

The scarlet-gold lightning wrapped around that fist exploded the moment it touched the flesh and blood, and Ning Chuan's entire body flew backward like a cannonball, consecutively breaking three bowl-thick pine trees, and sliding more than ten zhang against the ground before barely stopping in front of a rock.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief. Five ribs were neatly broken, scarlet-gold electric arcs were still jumping on the charred skin, the Qi of Blood Fiend was hissed and steamed by the thunder might, and a burnt smell even emanated from between the rolling flesh at the edges of the wound.

"How can it be so fast..." Ning Chuan's pupils shrank violently, "What kind of power is this!"

His Qi of Blood Fiend could entangle even Peak Qi Refining Cultivators, but when that punch blasted over just now, the Qi of Blood Fiend failed to even block the opponent by a fraction.

The barbarism of a Body Cultivator and the dominance of a lightning Cultivator, the combination of the two, was as irresistible as cutting through dry weeds.

"You are Wang Shouren! Mere Late Stage Qi Refining, I do not believe it!"

"Below Foundation Establishment, I am invincible!" Ning Chuan was thoroughly enraged, blood-red light gushing out from his entire body like a tide, dyeing half of the dense forest dark red.

"You mere Qi Refinement Stage, you are courting death!" He struck out with both claws, and the blood fiend condensed into two millstone-sized blood claws, slapping down towards Wang Shouren's head.

Wang Shouren did not dodge or evade, meeting him head-on with a punch.

The blood claws shattered, and the momentum of the punch did not decrease.

Ning Chuan changed his Move, and the blood light turned into dozens of blood blades shooting in from all directions.

The scarlet-gold lightning around Wang Shouren's body shone brightly, and when the blood blades collided with the lightning, it was like accumulated snow meeting a blazing fire, evaporated completely before even touching the corner of his clothes.

He raised his hand and slapped down with a palm, the scarlet-gold lightning turning into a giant thunder palm that slapped Ning Chuan, along with his claws, into the ground.

The ground collapsed into a humanoid pit several feet deep, mud and rocks splashing, and grass and trees turning to ashes.

Ning Chuan struggled to crawl out of the pit, his entire body charred black, his clothes shattered, and the moment he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

Before he could steady himself, Wang Shouren had already appeared in front of him, driving his knee into his lower abdomen, causing his whole body to arch up with his feet leaving the ground, and then smashing an elbow into the back of his neck, driving him back into the pit.

There were no spells bombarding each other, no Moves being dismantled.

Pure crushing, pure power, punch after punch, kick after kick, every strike carrying the true intent of fierce thunder, every strike shattering the blood fiend and breaking tendons and bones.

Ning Chuan rolled, vomited blood, and screamed at the bottom of the pit. He could not figure it out. He had absorbed the vital blood of so many people and killed so many people. His Blood Demon Scripture was said to have reached Major Achievement, making even Core Formation Cultivators wary by three points. Why did he not even have the power to fight back in front of this young man in white?

Wang Shouren grabbed him by the neck with one hand and lifted him up, scarlet-gold lightning crackling and exploding between his five fingers, burning the skin on Ning Chuan's neck black and curled.

Ning Chuan kicked his legs wildly and desperately tried to pry open that hand with both hands, but that hand remained motionless.

He widened his eyes, looking at Wang Shouren's expressionless face, and for the first time truly felt the chill of death.

"You do not dare kill me. If you kill me, your elder sister will die. The blood fiend has entered her body, and only I can resolve it."

"Let me go, and I will detoxify your elder sister, and give you the complete Cultivation Technique of the Blood Demon Scripture. With your Aptitude, matched with my Blood Demon Scripture, you can achieve Foundation Establishment in three years and Core Formation in ten years. By then, the entire Yue State will be yours, why hole up in that tiny Lotus Pier?"

His voice was hoarse and broken, yet carried the temptation of a dying struggle.

Wang Shouren did not speak, his five fingers tightening by another fraction.

Ning Chuan's eyeballs began to roll up, and the sound emitted from his throat no longer sounded human.

"Spare my life! Spare me! I will detoxify her right now, I will detoxify her! I swear—I swear by the Heavenly Dao! In this life and this lifetime, I will never be an enemy of the Wang family again. If I violate this, my Divine Soul will be destroyed!"

His voice grew lower and lower, increasingly hurried, finally turning into an extremely miserable and sharp scream: "Master! Master, save me!"

Wang Shouren's five fingers paused slightly.

Master? Is there anyone else here? His Divine Sense instantly spread out, sweeping across the entire dense forest, but there was no aura of a third person.

"Brat, this old man only regulated his breathing for a short while, who did you provoke? How did you get injured like this? Could it be that a Foundation Establishment Cultivator has come?"

Another voice suddenly came out from Ning Chuan's mouth, old and hoarse, carrying a bit of annoyance and a bit of weakness.

Ning Chuan replied as if talking to himself: "It is not Foundation Establishment, it is a Qi Refining Cultivator, but his lightning technique is too overbearing, and my blood fiend is completely useless in front of him! Master, lend me your power, otherwise you and I will both die here today!"

Wang Shouren narrowed his eyes, staring at Ning Chuan's face that kept changing expressions.

Two completely different expressions appeared on a single person's face simultaneously—fear and gloom, youthful panic and aged calculation—flashing alternately, extremely bizarre.

"Heh, interesting."