noveltune Chapter 73 You call this a cultivator? More like a ragpicker.
Chapter 73 You call this a cultivator? More like a ragpicker.
Jiangnan City. Night sky.
Zhao Wuji stood on the Azure Thunder Sword, flying at full speed five hundred meters above the ground.
He had no intention of concealing his whereabouts.
He'd been cooped up in the Kunlun Secret Realm for decades. Finally venturing out, he faced a group of mortals who didn't even possess true essence. What did he need to conceal?
Why should we be afraid of those scraps of metal made of sheet metal and gunpowder?
The city lights shone brightly beneath my feet. Cars moved like ants through the streets.
Zhao Wuji looked at the tall buildings, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Strange skills and gimmicks. They waste their energy on these useless things. No wonder this place has become a spiritual wasteland."
The bronze compass in his hand grew increasingly hot. The pointer was fixed on the luxurious villa district built halfway up the mountain ahead.
"We're here. This is it."
Zhao Wuji licked his lips. He could already smell the lingering, enticing fragrance in the air that made every pore on his body open up.
That was the taste of true spirit flesh and blood.
Just one bite, and his cultivation, which had stagnated for ten years, would instantly break through!
Just as Zhao Wuji was about to press down on his sword and charge directly into the villa.
The flying sword beneath his feet suddenly emitted an extremely shrill wail, as if a living creature had encountered its natural enemy. The blade began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.
Zhao Wuji's expression changed. He abruptly activated his inner energy, trying to stabilize the sword light.
But to his horror, he discovered that the air within a radius of several hundred meters around him had suddenly solidified into solid steel.
He and the flying sword beneath his feet were completely pinned to mid-air, unable to move even a finger.
"What's going on! Could there be some ancient killing formation left behind in this turbid world?"
Zhao Wuji roared inwardly. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
Just then.
In the night sky before him, the air rippled like water.
A boy dressed in white casual clothes and canvas shoes, with his hands in his pockets, slowly walked out of the void.
There was no flying sword. No magical artifacts. Not even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy.
Standing 500 meters in the air, feeling as comfortable as if I were strolling through my own backyard.
Lu Yuan stopped less than five meters away from Zhao Wuji. He looked him up and down.
"Half-step Golden Core"
Lu Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth. His tone revealed undisguised disdain.
"I thought those old fogies from Kunlun would send out some amazing person. Turns out, they just sent out some good-for-nothing who hasn't even formed a Golden Core to run errands."
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened as he stared intently at the boy who looked to be no more than twenty years old.
He couldn't understand what the other person was saying. But he could sense the condescending contempt in their tone.
"Who are you! What kind of sorcery did you use to trap me?!"
Zhao Wuji bit his tongue, forcibly forcing out a mouthful of blood, which he spat onto the Azure Thunder Sword at his feet.
The Azure Thunder Sword blazed with crimson light, barely managing to break free from its restraints.
Zhao Wuji finally regained control of his mouth. He immediately brought up his background.
"I am Zhao Wuji, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect! I have been sent to the mortal realm on the orders of the sect's patriarch! How dare you obstruct Kunlun's mission? Are you not afraid of having your soul extracted and refined, never to be reincarnated?!"
He tried to intimidate his opponent with the name of Kunlun. In this wasteland, the name Kunlun was the absolute law.
Lu Yuan didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.
He glanced at the struggling Azure Thunder Sword at Zhao Wuji's feet and shook his head.
"It's mixed with some black iron residue. Then it's been quenched with the blood of a few Foundation Establishment stage demonic beasts. And that's how it dares to call it a flying sword."
Lu Yuan's gaze returned to Zhao Wuji's face.
"Do you Kunlun people collect scrap metal? You treat this junk like it's a treasure, stepping on it like it's precious. Aren't you afraid it'll break and kill you halfway down the road?"
This statement directly hit Zhao Wuji's weak spot.
This Azure Thunder Sword was a fragment his master unearthed from an ancient ruin. It took ten years of painstaking effort to reforge it. Among the younger generation of Kunlun, it's a top-tier magical treasure, easily ranking in the top three!
In the mouth of this native, he was actually called a scrap metal collector!
"Arrogant! You're asking for death!"
Zhao Wuji was blinded by rage. He stomped his foot violently.
All the true essence in his body was poured into the Azure Thunder Sword without reservation.
"Azure Thunder Shadow. Kill!"
The Azure Thunder Sword emitted a piercing sword cry, transforming into a streak of azure light several dozen feet long. It carried a sonic boom that tore through the air, heading straight for Lu Yuan's brow.
This sword strike would cleave even a peak-level Divine Realm martial artist in two.
A cruel sneer crept onto Zhao Wuji's lips. He wanted to watch this arrogant native be torn to pieces.
Faced with this fierce sword strike.
Lu Yuan didn't even blink.
He didn't even use the laws of the Mahayana stage to suppress it. He simply and casually pulled his right hand out of his pocket, bent his middle finger, and lightly flicked it at the blue streak of lightning that had struck his face.
"when!"
A crisp metallic clang rang out in the night sky.
There was no earth-shattering explosion. There was no blast wave.
Zhao Wuji's cold smile instantly froze.
He watched helplessly as his natal flying sword, which he had cherished and nurtured for over a decade, was destroyed.
The moment I touched that boy's fingertips, it was like crashing into an unshakeable, ancient mountain.
The intricate array patterns on the sword instantly collapsed. Then, countless spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the hard surface of the sword.
"Crack... Bang!"
It was accompanied by a teeth-grinding cracking sound.
The Azure Thunder Sword, renowned throughout the Kunlun Sword Sect, shattered into a fine cloud of iron dust, which drifted away in the wind.
Not even a tiny fragment the size of a fingernail remained.
"puff--!"
His natal flying sword was destroyed. Zhao Wuji was struck dumb, as if by lightning. He tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
He fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.
Lu Yuan took a step forward. His figure vanished instantly.
The next second, he appeared right next to Zhao Wuji, who was in freefall. He grabbed Zhao Wuji by the neck and lifted him back into the air like a dead dog.
"What...what level of cultivation do you possess?!"
Zhao Wuji gripped Lu Yuan's wrists tightly with both hands. His legs kicked weakly in mid-air.
His eyes were practically bulging out. Deep in his eyes was an extreme fear of his understanding being utterly crushed.
A single finger shattered the natal flying sword of a half-step Golden Core cultivator.
Is this some kind of ordinary indigenous person?
Even the Nascent Soul stage patriarch of the Kunlun Sword Sect, who was in seclusion, would absolutely not do something so outrageous!
"You can't even see through Lao Tzu's level of understanding. Yet you dare to come out and try to rob people."
Lu Yuan's fingers tightened slightly. The pressure of the Mahayana stage flowed directly into Zhao Wuji's body through his fingertips.
The true essence within Zhao Wuji's body was instantly frozen. Even the golden core that had just begun to take shape creaked under the strain of this incomprehensible power, on the verge of shattering.
"Don't kill me! Spare me, senior!"
Zhao Wuji completely collapsed. What about the pride of Kunlun? What about the backbone of the Sword Sect's top disciple? In the face of absolute death, it was nothing at all.
"I am from the Kunlun Sword Sect! If you kill me, my master's soul tablet will shatter! He is a Nascent Soul stage expert! He will absolutely not let you go!"
Zhao Wuji played his last card, attempting to use his status as a Nascent Soul stage expert to save his life.
"Nascent Soul stage?"
Upon hearing those three words, Lu Yuan showed no fear. Instead, he displayed an expression of great interest.
"Perfect timing. The loach I just caught was too tough to eat. I was just worried about not finding anything good to nourish Qingxue."
Lu Yuan looked at Zhao Wuji, who was trembling like a leaf in his hand. His tone was as calm as if they were discussing which vegetable market to go to tomorrow.
"Your Kunlun ancestor, since he's at the Nascent Soul stage, the meat of the spirit beasts he raises should be quite tender, right?"
Zhao Wuji's mind went blank.
What did he hear?
This monster... he's actually asking if their Kunlun ancestor keeps any spirit beasts? And he's even planning to stew them for nourishment?
This is insane! This world is absolutely insane!
Lu Yuan didn't waste any more words. He placed his other hand directly on Zhao Wuji's crown.
Soul-Searching Technique. Activated without reservation.
Zhao Wuji's memories were like a walnut cracked open with a sledgehammer. All the secrets hidden deep within his consciousness were forcibly unearthed by Lu Yuan.
A few seconds later, Lu Yuan withdrew his hand.
Zhao Wuji's eyes had completely lost focus. He looked like a drooling idiot.
"The entrance was originally located in the crater of an extinct volcano on the back of the main peak of Kunlun Mountain. A broken Bagua (Eight Trigrams) concealment array was also set up there."
Lu Yuan mentally reviewed the coordinates and formation routes from Zhao Wuji's memory.
He casually tossed the now-idiotic Zhao Wuji down like trash.
Five hundred meters in the air. A cripple, stripped of his true energy, crashes down. Even the process of collecting the body is unnecessary.
Just as Zhao Wuji's body crashed onto a barren mountain below.
Lu Yuan took out the fragment of the boundary stone that he had retrieved from the bottom of the Pacific Ocean from his storage ring.
"Since you want this stone so much, I'll personally deliver it to your door."
Lu Yuan looked at the rolling mountains in the west, shrouded in the night.
"And by the way, take back the spiritual energy you stole, with interest."
He took a step forward, his figure transforming into a white streak of light that tore through the night sky, heading straight for the Kunlun Mountains.
All that remained in the sky above Jiangnan City was a sonic boom cloud that lingered for a long time.