145: Please die

'His Qi is sharp... but his Origin is severely damaged. He seems to specialize in some powerful Sword Dao secret art... This aligns quite well with the rumors of Li Daoyi's twelve Sword Cultivator slaves from the Spirit Pool...'

Gu Changsheng smiled indifferently, "Haha, it's a misunderstanding. We are family, yet we didn't recognize each other. I am Yu Dan, the chief Alchemist of Xianyun Sword Sect's Dan Hall. I even met True Disciple Li Daoyi at the Sword Sacrificial Assembly a year ago. I arrived at this Ore Vein first..."

To his surprise, the green-robed Sword Cultivator interrupted him with a look of disdain, "What kind of Alchemist are you? My master is a True Disciple of Shu Mountain, and countless cats and dogs try to curry favor with him. Get lost quickly, or don't blame me for being merciless with my sword."

It was no wonder the green-robed Sword Cultivator slave was so arrogant. Hailing from the Yang Shen Great Sect, Shushan Sword Sect, he didn't even think much of the entire Xianyun Sword Sect, let alone an external hall within the Xianyun Sword Sect.

As for the Alchemist's connections? Heh, the path of a Sword Cultivator focuses on sword arts, emphasizing 'one sword breaking ten thousand laws.' When they desire Medicinal Pills, spiritual Materials, or Magic Treasures, they always take them by force.

Gu Changsheng's expression gradually turned cold. He surveyed his surroundings, finding no one, and couldn't help but sigh, "Alas, why must you force me..."

Just as he was about to unleash a ruthless attack and kill the Sword Cultivator slave, dozens of streaks of light flew in from the horizon, all attracted by the commotion.

"Such pure traces of Mithril. Is this a large Ore Vein?"

"Haha, everyone gets a share. I want at least one-tenth of this Ore Vein."

"Old Ghost Lu, you have a big appetite. Since that's the case, I, Lu Zhangke, won't ask for much; one-tenth will do."

The Extremely Evil Sect, Youquan Sect, and various True Core Loose Cultivators gathered, their immense pressure filling the Void Realm with a murderous aura.

"All of you, get out!"

A thick Sword Qi beam tore through the Void Realm, its Sword Qi spanning thirteen li across the Void Realm, like a galaxy hanging high in the sky. Two heads flew up and fell.

The green-robed Sword Cultivator slave stood proudly in the Void Realm, his clothes flapping in the wind.

"Old Ancestor Green Devil, Lu Zhangke!"

"How is this possible? These two are definitely not weak among True Core Realm Cultivators..."

"Beheaded with one sword! Such sharp sword art, could this person be Li Daoyi of Shu Mountain?"

Many Cultivators were utterly shocked.

Suddenly, a sharp shout came from the crowd.

"What are you afraid of?! We have at least dozens of True Dan Cultivators here, but he is only one. So what if he is Li Daoyi? If everyone here unleashes one powerful Dao art, killing this fiend will be as easy as pie!"

"That's right!"

Many True Dan Cultivators gradually surrounded him. Especially the Extremely Evil Sect and Youquan Sect, who were already hostile to the Xianyun Sword Sect, were eager to swarm him.

The green-robed Sword Cultivator slave's brows furrowed, and his expression became solemn. He could barely manage to fight one against five. One against dozens? Was he tired of living? Although Shushan sword arts were sharp, he was not so arrogant as to reach that level.

The green-robed Sword Cultivator slave turned to look at Gu Changsheng, anxiously saying, "Elder Yu Dan, please lend me a hand. After this is done, my master will surely reward you handsomely!"

'Now you remember me...' Gu Changsheng sneered inwardly, but on his face, he showed a troubled expression: "I'm not skilled in combat. I'm afraid I can't help with this..."

After speaking, he turned and left.

"Bastard!"

The green-robed Sword Cultivator slave's eyes were splitting with rage, his anger surging. He decided that once the matter was resolved, he would surely make the Xianyun Sword Sect punish Yu Dan and pay a hundredfold price. However, before he could think further, a black heavy hammer broke through the air.

"Damn it!"

The green-robed Sword Cultivator slave cursed under his breath and hastily engaged in battle.

Gu Changsheng quietly retreated to a hidden spot, a miniature pouch floating in his palm. Black Qi injected, the pouch adhered to his skin inch by inch. Long hair cascaded over his shoulders, a tiger's back and a wasp's waist, a menacing demonic appearance.

"Oh, Old Ancestor Changmo is online..."

Gu Changsheng stepped on the black cloud miasma, holding the Magic Treasure Myriad Souls Banner in his hand. As black souls rolled, he shot forward.

Poof—

A precious Seal struck, and the green-robed Sword Cultivator slave, unable to dodge, was hit squarely in the chest. His protective Sword Qi shattered, and he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood.

"Haha, today you won't escape even with wings!"

"Die!"

The Cultivators, having gained the upper hand, showed no mercy, each unleashing their Dao arts. Suddenly, the world abruptly darkened. As black clouds rolled, eerie wails of resentful souls faintly emerged from all directions.

"Myriad Souls Banner... Which Demonic Path Fellow Daoist is this? I am Black Devil Son of the Demon Hunting Society..."

A long-bearded Cultivator in blood-red clothes seemed to recognize the Origin of the Dao art and quickly spoke.

"Hehehe... I am Changmo. The Myriad Souls Great Formation still lacks many True Core living souls to fill its array eyes! Please, gentlemen, prepare to die!"

Gu Changsheng's gloomy voice echoed from the black clouds. Immediately, the black mist thickened, and hundreds of True Core Ghost Cultivators roared out. A massive number of resentful souls and fierce ghosts poured out from the Myriad Souls Banner like a surging river. In an instant, the entire world was enveloped by resentful souls.

"Hundreds of True Core Ghost Cultivators! Who exactly is this Old Monster?!"

"The number of these resentful souls is at least in the millions... How many Mortals has Old Monster Changmo killed?"

The Cultivators gasped, struggling to resist the Ghost Cultivators.

"Damn it. Another even more ruthless one has appeared."

The green-robed Sword Cultivator slave cursed under his breath, urging his other Sword Cultivator slaves to provide support.

Suddenly, the black mist parted, and a chilling sharp claw struck through the air.

"Not good!"

The green-robed Sword Cultivator slave cried out in alarm, forcefully maintaining his protective Sword Qi. A silver-white round shield emitted profound light, blocking in front of him. Unfortunately, with one claw, the round shield shattered, and the Sword Qi was like paper. The ghost claw pierced through his heart, literally digging out a crystal-like, pulsating heart.

"Sword Heart... good Materials..."

Gu Changsheng's fist force erupted, and the green-robed Sword Cultivator slave exploded, turning into a sky full of blood mist. Suddenly, from within the blood mist, a faint Sword Qi escaped into his arm, forming a bloodline on his forearm.

"Hmm? A tracking method, huh... Indeed, I shouldn't have acted impulsively. I should have let the True Core Ghost Cultivators surround and kill him instead..."

Gu Changsheng sensed it and estimated that with his Profound Cave magic power, he could dispel it in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. If his cultivation was Sealed, it would be much slower. It would take at least a month of continuous effort, day and night, to dispel it.

"Forget it, it's not too late to dispel it after I get out... If that Li Daoyi is blind and comes looking for trouble in the Secret Realm, humph..."

On the other side, hundreds of True Core Ghost Cultivators, accompanied by resentful souls, held the absolute advantage. Soon, Cultivators from all sides fled in all directions. Gu Changsheng had no intention of chasing them. He casually punched and exploded a few who were still fighting, then fixed his gaze on the Ore Vein on the ground.

The originally intact Ore Vein had been wantonly plundered by the crowd, hacked and smashed, and was now a pockmarked mess, with at least one-third of the Ore dug away. Among them, many were from the core area of the Ore Vein.

"What a waste of natural resources."

Gu Changsheng cursed under his breath. He cast a magic spell, and black mist obscured his aura. The Ore Vein on the ground transformed into a silver Dragon, breaking through the earth and soaring into the sky, landing in his palm. It was less than a foot long.

"This amount probably only has half the effect of the original. I'll have to find another Ore Vein."

...A city built of bluestone. Thousands of natives, clad in beast hides and revealing their upper bronze skin, shrieked miserably. Under the crisscrossing Sword Qi, limbs were scattered everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers. An old man wearing a Strange Beast bone on his head and his face covered in oil paint gasped for breath, visibly becoming thinner and paler, yet he stubbornly forced himself to perform a strange dance. His essence, Qi, and spirit continuously merged into the three-headed Strange Beast above. "Finally, it's out..."

A fierce Sword Qi slashed out, and the three-headed Strange Beast whimpered, dissolving into a gray mist. A gray bead fell into Li Daoyi's palm. He showed a hint of a smile: "I didn't expect that this Lost Realm would actually have a Witch Tribe... How lucky."

He casually unleashed ten thousand streaks of Sword Qi, utterly annihilating the entire city. Just as he was about to leave, Li Daoyi's expression changed. "Hmm, Jian Jiu is dead?" His face darkened, and he began to perform hand Seals. A few breaths later, he turned to look into the distance. In the ethereal realm, he sensed the sword mark left by the Sword Cultivator slave before his death. "Dare to kill my Sword Cultivator slave... You're courting death..."

Li Daoyi pointed a finger, and a command was issued. Not long after, more than a dozen streaks of light shot over. "Master." Eleven Sword Cultivator slaves with identical Qi Origins spoke in unison. Li Daoyi flicked his sword sleeve, collecting the Sword Cultivator slaves into his pouch, then shot off into the distance. Even a lion hunting a rabbit uses its full strength. Although he was confident in his Origin from a Yang Spirit Realm Great Sect, he also understood this principle.