Martial Cultivator

From the top of the cliff to the bottom, from the beginning until now.

The middle-aged daoist had been suppressing Chen Chao all along, which was only natural. He was a great cultivator of the Nepenthe Realm. Even if he was under suppression, he was not someone a Bitter Sea Realm martial artist could compare to. However, this was also illogical, especially after the middle-aged daoist had recovered his cultivation. He should have swiftly killed Chen Chao like lightning, so that it would not be a waste of his cultivation.

But that was not the case.

The middle-aged daoist quickly thought of the reason being the white mist.

Yet, he still could not fathom why the white mist would help Chen Chao.

Some things did not need definite answers, so there was no need to dwell on them.

As the middle-aged daoist continued to fall, the killing intent descended one after another. The howling wind kept rising on both sides, and visible waves of qi continued to sweep past the cliffs, creating a series of ear-piercing sounds. This left one mark after another on the cliffs, forming crisscrossing ravines in an instant.

Just the killing intents alone were probably not inferior to the sword qi of the average sword cultivator.

In reality, the so-called peerless killing power of sword cultivators was only relative. For example, now, an ordinary great sword immortal facing this middle-aged daoist might not necessarily fare well.

As the ravines appeared on the rock walls, countless rocks fell, resembling a rain of stones.

With a slight stirring of his mind, the middle-aged daoist directed the falling rocks toward a certain area, accelerating their speed. It was difficult to see with the naked eye, one could only hear the sound of breaking wind.

Since he had the intention to kill, the middle-aged daoist exerted all his strength when he made his move, without revealing all of his cards, but also not being too careless.

If it were not for the concern that the immortal medicine in Chen Chao's bosom was fragile, the middle-aged daoist might have even unleashed lightning spells at this moment. A person of his realm constructing a lightning pool, the killing power... just the thought of it was terrifying!

Countless pieces of debris flew like sharp swords, and the sound of them tearing through the air lingered incessantly.

Soon, they arrived above Chen Chao's head.

A piece of debris carrying the middle-aged daoist's killing intent arrived first, but it encountered a clear and bright saber light.

Chen Chao swung the broken saber in his hand, and the extremely sharp blade swept over the piece of debris. At the moment of impact, under the pressure of immense force, the webbing between his thumb and index finger ripped apart once more, and blood gushed out from the tear, flowing towards the bottom of the cliff. Fortunately, the broken saber was sharp enough, and the debris was cut open, but Chen Chao could not relax yet. The subsequent debris fell like dense raindrops.

Chen Chao's expression darkened, and the broken saber in his hand continued to swing non-stop, but several pieces of debris still struck his body.

He let out several more groans and several streams of blood spurted out once more.

Right on the heels of that were the fleeting killing intents in the air. They fell like sharp swords, landing on Chen Chao's body with immense accuracy. Furthermore, they landed precisely on his important acupoints.

The middle-aged daoist knew exactly what he had to do; he did not want to leave Chen Chao any chance of survival.

Those killing intents had to first destroy the vital acupoints in his body, ruin his cultivation, and then kill him.

That way, there would be no room for error.

Chen Chao could not stop these killing intents from falling. In just a moment, countless terrifying auras appeared in his countless acupoints, flooding into his body like a tide. The next moment, they would destroy those acupoints, just like a surging tide crashing against a crumbling embankment.

But in the next moment, a stream of white mist surged out from within his body, coming from all directions, engaging in a fierce battle with the killing intent that had entered Chen Chao's body.

For a moment, Chen Chao's body became the battleground for the two opposing forces. Chen Chao furrowed his brows, and the two forces inside his body kept colliding within his body's meridians, causing him a level of pain far surpassing what he had experienced when tempering his body.

Chen Chao opened his mouth, his complexion incredibly pale.

Blood flowed out from between his lips.

Once again, the white mist inside his body saved his life, although the consequences this time were even more agonizing.

The middle-aged daoist arrived in the sky, looking at Chen Chao in puzzlement.

The scene before him once again took him by surprise. He was actually still alive?

The middle-aged daoist furrowed his brows slightly. But as he raised his hand, lightning began to appear and extinguish in his palm. In the distant sky, thunderclouds gathered, and within the expanse of heaven and earth, a majestic and vast aura emerged.

Within the distant thunderclouds, there were even visible golden thunderbolts appearing in the sea of clouds. Each thunderbolt carried tremendous force.

Lightning spells was a daoist technique that many cultivators were familiar with. Whether it was Song Changxi in the beginning or later Yun Jianyue, they had all cast it before. Although these two were still within the category of young cultivators, no matter how powerful lightning spells were, it was still within the range that Chen Chao could endure. However, the lightning spell executed by the middle-aged daoist at this moment was truly akin to the might of heaven and earth.

However, out of consideration for the immortal medicine, even though the middle-aged daoist began to activate the lightning spells, in the end, he only summoned a single thunderbolt; roughly the size of a small bowl, which fell toward the cliff!

Endless lightning instantly illuminated the cliff, revealing the countless ravines on either side of the precipice.

However, there was still a cluster of white mist at the bottom of the cliff, and just before the thunderbolt struck, Chen Chao had already fallen into it.

The thunderbolt followed closely, plunging deep into the white mist!

A loud rumble echoed continuously in the valley.

Within the white mist, endless electric arcs appeared in every subtle space, emitting crackling sounds.

The middle-aged daoist's face was illuminated by the lightning. One could see from his ordinary face that there was no emotion.

He floated above the white mist, pondering something. Without choosing to enter it, he simply watched quietly from outside the mist.

What lay at the bottom of this cliff?

No one knew.

But whatever there was, he could just kill it.

……

……

Chen Chao fell into the white mist, the thunderbolt in hot pursuit behind him. But at this moment, it was hindered by the white mist, slowing down slightly.

The white mist gathered at the bottom of the cliff.

With a thud, Chen Chao landed on something. His face was now covered in bloodstains, excruciating pain coming from all over his body. The two forces within his body had been fighting, ultimately resulting in a terrifying consequence. Countless acupoints throughout his body were in ruins. While the original idea of that killing intent was to shatter all his acupoints, it fell just short, but the result was about the same.

Chen Chao vomited blood in large mouthfuls, his consciousness once again becoming hazy.

No matter how the white mist helped, he was still just a cultivator at the Bitter Sea Realm. What could he do when facing a Nepenthe Realm cultivator?

His face was covered in bloodstains, making it impossible to see clearly where he was. He reached out his hand and felt around. Soon, he touched a smooth surface.

He did not know where this place was, but he felt a sense of familiarity.

However, with his face covered in blood, he could not make out what lay ahead.

In reality, he was currently lying on top of a coffin.

The coffin was crystal clear, made of an unknown material.

No one knew how many years it had existed. At this moment, the coffin was thoroughly dyed with Chen Chao's blood, appearing even more eerie.

What was even more peculiar was that within the coffin lay a young girl.

Her features were indiscernible, and her overall figure was even more vague. Yet, there was an inexplicable sense that she was a young girl.

Chen Chao's fresh blood continued to seep onto the surface of the coffin.

The blood that should have flowed down the coffin now inexplicably trickled slowly into it.

A droplet of blood fell from the top of the coffin.

Landing on the girl's forehead.

The droplet of blood seeped into the girl's forehead and was absorbed by her.

After that, countless drops of blood fell onto the girl's body.

It was as if a blood rain had descended within the coffin.

Chen Chao raised his arm, laboriously wiping his eyes that had its vision covered by bloodstains

He gradually became able to see.

Afterward, he lay weakly on the coffin, catching sight of what was inside.

It was that young girl.

Chen Chao was startled.

She was an existence he had encountered countless times in his dreams, a scene that he had truly seen here many years ago.

His purpose for entering this ancient ruin this time was actually to find this girl again, but he had not expected to meet her in this manner once more.

Looking at the faint figure of the girl inside the coffin, Chen Chao felt somewhat dazed.

He had found her, yet it seemed to be useless.

He was about to die.

Chen Chao had already heard the thunder coming from behind him. Although the middle-aged man had not caught up, his techniques had never ceased.

At this thought, Chen Chao still decided to look into the girl's eyes.

He remembered that every time he looked into the girl's eyes, he would see an incredibly bright... fireball.

Now that it was the last time, could he still take a look?

Chen Chao slowly raised his gaze to meet the eyes of the girl.

But the next moment, he froze.

After several years, he once again saw the girl's eyes. However, this time, he did not see any fireball in those eyes. He only saw a pair of clear eyes.

It was a pair of clear eyes, as if a clear stream was currently flowing gently within them.

No fireball, no scorching heat.

Chen Chao was stupefied for a moment, wondering why it was different.

But soon after, he was dumbfounded once again.

Because he saw that the girl was currently smiling at him.

Chen Chao was completely stunned. Was the girl in front of him alive?

But the next moment, that thunderbolt was already approaching.

The girl slowly sat up, her entire head ignoring the crystal clear coffin as it came right out, meeting Chen Chao's eyes.

In that instant, Chen Chao realized that the girl in front of him was extraordinarily beautiful. Her features were distinct, her eyes were picturesque, and she was so stunning that it was breathtaking.

She seemed not of this world but from a fairyland.

Just with that glance, Chen Chao was so overwhelmed that he could not speak.

However, the girl paid him no mind. She just raised he head to look at the thunderbolt that was arriving with a fierce momentum.

The thunderbolt fell.

The young girl raised her hand.

That dainty, snow-white hand blocked that thunderbolt.