FVN Chapter 72: Brewing a Pot of Tonic, and Casually Slaughtering a Celestial.
Chapter 72: Brewing a Pot of Tonic, and Casually Slaughtering a Celestial.
"Mr. Lu, we have blocked the relevant satellite signals. We've announced that the tsunami was caused by an underwater volcanic eruption. Although the United States suffered heavy losses, they are completely baffled and have no idea who did it."
Chu Jianguo paused. His tone became extremely serious.
"But there is one thing I must report to you. According to data transmitted from our monitoring station on the outskirts of the Kunlun Mountains, the magnetic field inside the Kunlun Mountains fluctuated violently at the very moment you killed that monster."
"An energy entity not belonging to Earth has broken through the spatial barrier and descended near Qixia Mountain on the outskirts of Jiangnan City!"
Lu Yuan paused for half a second while wiping his hands.
He threw the crumpled tissue into the trash can.
"They were pretty quick."
Lu Yuan was making plans in his mind.
Those old geezers hiding in their rat holes. Sure enough, they came looking for us by the smell.
I was originally planning to wait a couple of days until Qingxue had fully absorbed the medicinal power before personally going to Kunlun to drain all the spiritual energy from his body.
Since they offered to deliver it to his door, he can't be blamed.
"I understand. Tell your men not to go and die. That thing is not something your firewood can handle."
After Lu Yuan finished speaking, he stood up.
"Lin Zhen, stay here and guard this villa. Anyone who gets even half a step closer, shoot them dead. I'll take responsibility if anything happens."
Lin Zhen straightened up abruptly and answered loudly.
"Yes, sir! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"
Lu Yuan pushed open the glass door of the French windows and walked onto the balcony.
It was already dark outside. The neon lights of Jiangnan City began to flash.
Lu Yuan raised his head. His gaze pierced through the layers of city buildings, locking onto Qixia Mountain, shrouded in night, dozens of kilometers away.
"It smells like the sour, rotten odor of an old coffin ladle."
Lu Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth. His figure instantly blended into the night wind.
......
At the same time. On the outskirts of Jiangnan City. Behind Qixia Mountain.
This place is usually a secret training base for the Jiangnan City Martial Arts Association.
Several young men and women dressed in white martial arts uniforms were surrounding an elderly man with white hair and beard, listening to him explain the methods of circulating internal energy.
The old man's name is Chen Henian. He is the vice president of the Jiangnan City Martial Arts Association and a grandmaster at the mid-stage of the Transcendent Realm.
"Remember this. The key to projecting internal energy is unifying your mind and focusing your energy in the dantian..."
Chen Henian hadn't finished speaking.
A piercing sonic boom suddenly came from overhead.
It was as if something had forcibly torn the air apart.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
Suddenly, without warning, a black crack appeared in the clouds above.
A young man dressed in a blue robe and standing on an antique-looking longsword floated slowly down from the crack.
The man looked to be in his early twenties. He was handsome, but his brows exuded an air of superiority.
His name is Zhao Wuji. He is the senior disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect in this generation. He has a cultivation level of half-step Golden Core.
Zhao Wuji stood on his flying sword, hovering a dozen meters above the ground.
He took a deep breath. Then his brows furrowed tightly.
"What a filthy wasteland. Not a trace of spiritual energy can be extracted. All you breathe in is stale air."
Zhao Wuji waved his sleeve dismissively, creating a spiritual energy shield in front of him that blocked out odors.
Chen Henian stared at the young man who had appeared out of nowhere, hovering in mid-air on a sword. His mind went blank.
Flying through the air.
This is a technique that only a Grandmaster of the Divine Realm can barely manage! And it requires a brief period of airtime.
This young man was actually able to stand on a sword as steadily as if he were standing on flat ground.
"May I ask... which famous mountain or river are you, esteemed hermit cultivator?"
Chen Henian clasped his hands in a fist salute. His waist bent at a ninety-degree angle. His voice trembled.
No matter how young the opponent is, in the martial arts world, those who have reached a high level are teachers. Someone who can fly is easier to kill than a chicken.
Zhao Wuji lowered his head, his eyelids drooping. He glanced at Chen Henian.
"A mere mortal ant, devoid of even true essence, dares to ask my name?"
Zhao Wuji's voice wasn't loud, but to Chen Henian and the others, it was like someone ringing a large bell in their heads.
Several young disciples immediately covered their ears and screamed in agony. Two streaks of blood flowed from their nostrils.
"Senior, please calm down! We are merely local martial artists from Jiangnan City. We had no intention of offending you!"
Chen Henian was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground. Cold sweat soaked through the back of his clothes.
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly. He pulled out a palm-sized bronze compass from his sleeve.
The compass needle spun wildly, as if possessed. Finally, it pointed steadily towards the direction of Jiangnan city.
"The aura of the boundary stone. And that pure true spiritual blood... it really is in these ruins."
Zhao Wuji put away the compass and pondered in his mind.
This mission is too easy. All he has to do is get the goods, bring them back to Kunlun to complete the task, and if the Ancestor is pleased, he can easily reward him with something, and he'll be able to form his Golden Core smoothly.
At that time, among the younger generation in Kunlun, who would dare to disobey him?
"Alright. Since we've run into each other, consider it your bad luck. I can't let these mortal barbarians know about my whereabouts in the mortal realm."
Zhao Wuji didn't even glance at Chen Henian kneeling on the ground.
He just waved his hand casually.
The longsword beneath his feet emitted a clear, ringing sound.
A crescent-shaped azure sword aura, carrying a chilling aura, sliced through the air and swept towards Chen Henian and the others.
There was no wasted words. The attack was a swift and deadly strike to silence them.
Chen Henian didn't even have time to react. He only saw a flash of blue light before his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his gaze suddenly rise higher.
He saw his own headless body, still kneeling on the ground. The cut on his neck was smooth as a mirror. A second later, a stream of scarlet blood spurted out.
"Thump"
Several heads fell to the ground simultaneously, rolling far across the grass.
Zhao Wuji didn't even glance at the corpses. It was as if he had casually crushed a few ants.
He made a sword incantation. The longsword beneath his feet once again erupted with a blinding blue light, carrying him straight towards the city of Jiangnan.
"An ant is just an ant. It doesn't even deserve my sword."