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The black bear moved with incredible speed, like a streak of black lightning. With a single swipe of its paw, it left four deep claw marks in the air.
“Refining Fire.”
Wang Yi gathered all his Vital Energy and without hesitation unleashed the most powerful sword technique he had learned, Refining Fire! The long blade sliced through the air, and Blade Qi viciously struck towards the black bear.
With a loud crash, the bear's paw slammed directly onto the Youhan Blade. Wang Yi was sent flying as if struck by lightning, tracing an arc through the air before landing on the ground with a muffled groan, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The black bear seemed to roar with delight, pounding its chest as it charged towards Wang Yi. Its massive black paw descended upon Wang Yi's head, as if intending to crush him with a single blow. The rush created a fierce wind that sent grass and trees flying, rocks scattering everywhere, creating a terrifying spectacle that made Wang Yi's heart race.
“Beast.”
A cold, stern shout suddenly echoed from the Deep Forest. Before the person even arrived, a chilling sword light had already appeared, instantly cooling the air around them. The surroundings turned icy under this beam of sword light.
“Puff.”
A spray of crimson shot out from the bear's paw, followed by a loud crash. Wang Yi saw a shadow darting into the black bear; it was as if the bear had been electrocuted, its body crashing down and rolling towards the Mountain Base.
“Jin Shixiong.” Wang Yi exclaimed in surprise upon recognizing the newcomer.
It was none other than Bai Mei Jin Qinghan, dressed in pure white garments as bright as snow, immaculate and emotionless. The cold sword light reflecting off his Remaining Cloud Sword added an extra chill to his already frigid demeanor.
“Why aren’t you leaving yet?” Jin Qinghan said with a cold gaze and an expressionless face.
Before he finished speaking, an enraged roar suddenly erupted. Startled, Wang Yi turned to look towards the Mountain Base, where dozens of pine trees were falling; the black bear had climbed up from the valley and was charging towards them.
Wang Yi withdrew his gaze and was about to express his gratitude when he saw that Jin Qinghan had already darted off into the distance. He hurriedly followed after him.
The night was pitch black.
The night in Deep Forest was very cold, and a chilling mist fell, leaving the surroundings silent. Occasionally, the sound of insects chirping in the grass could be heard. In a clearing among the trees, a cluster of crimson flames broke the darkness of Deep Forest, illuminating an area of several dozen feet.
Dressed in white, Jin Qinghan sat cross-legged beside the fire, eyes closed, allowing the crackling sounds of burning wood to resonate in his ears.
At that moment, a sudden sound of breaking branches echoed on the ground, particularly clear in the stillness of Deep Forest. Wang Yi emerged from the woods, carrying a dead deer. After glancing at Jin Qinghan, Wang Yi skillfully began to skin the deer, using a wooden stick to strip away its hide and set up the carcass for roasting.
After a while, the deer was roasted to a golden brown, with large drops of fat bubbling from the tender meat and falling into the flames. With a sizzling sound, the flames leaped high, as if coated in a layer of golden light.
Wang Yi took some salt from his Storage Bag and sprinkled it over the beautifully roasted deer meat, enhancing its aroma and flavor.
Jin Qinghan was awakened by the rich scent of meat and turned his gaze toward the well-cooked deer.
"Jin Shixiong, have some!" Wang Yi said with a smile as he tore off a leg from the already roasted deer and handed it over.
Jin Qinghan swallowed hard; seeing Wang Yi's sincere expression, he hesitated for a moment before accepting the leg and began to eat.
"Jin Shixiong, thank you," Wang Yi said earnestly. If it weren't for Jin Qinghan this time, he might have died at the hands of a black bear. Thinking of the bear's ferocious gaze made him clench his fist and silently vow, "Just wait; next time, I will definitely take you down."
A long time passed without Jin Qinghan speaking. Wang Yi felt slightly awkward but soon realized that Jin Qinghan treated everyone this way and felt relieved.
The night passed without conversation. A ray of white light filtered through the dense intertwining branches and leaves in the forest, as if draping a layer of white gauze over the earth—hazy and mysterious.
Wang Yi squinted his eyes and slowly opened them. He was taken aback to find that Jin Qinghan was no longer there; the once-burning fire had extinguished, leaving only a handful of ashes that scattered with the wind.
The weather today was nice; a blazing sun hung above the treetops, dispelling the white mist in the forest.
Wang Yi brushed off the dust from his clothes and noticed that Jin Qinghan was nowhere to be found. He decided to head down the mountain, thinking that he must have left in the middle of the night!
As he reached halfway down the mountain, he suddenly heard faint sounds of shouting and killing. Wang Yi pushed off with his feet and sprang up into a large tree, holding his breath as he concealed himself among the dense foliage.
"Kill him."
The shouts of killing quickly approached, parting a cluster of branches and revealing more than ten black-clad masked figures rushing forward.
"Jin Shixiong." Wang Yi realized that the person being hunted was Jin Qinghan, who had left the night before. At this moment, he looked disheveled, with a streak of fresh blood sliding down his cold cheek and lingering at his chin. Despite facing more than ten pursuers, he remained expressionless, as if the chill of late autumn had coated him with a layer of frost. The Remaining Cloud Sword in his hand dripped with blood, staining the withered yellow leaves.
"Who are you?" The black-clad men quickly surrounded him, cutting off all his escape routes. Jin Qinghan held the Remaining Cloud Sword at the ready, its cold blade dripping blood in the wind.
"Hmph, you have offended someone you shouldn't have," one of the black-clad men, seemingly their leader, said coldly. "Kill."
"Poof."
Blood stained the sky and the yellow leaves, filling the air with a strong metallic scent that stirred one's blood.
Wang Yi noticed that these black-clad figures were at least Sixfold martial artists. Among them, the unmoving Black-Clad Leader was the strongest; Wang Yi felt no trace of Vital Energy from him. There was only one explanation: this Black-Clad Leader's realm far surpassed his own and was likely a strong practitioner of the Earth Spirit Realm.
Jin Qinghan was an Eighth Layer martial artist and wielded the divine weapon Remaining Cloud Sword. His sword techniques were fierce, and every strike was deadly.
"Good sword," the Black-Clad Leader praised with a sneer. "I want this sword."
"If you want it, come and take it!" Jin Qinghan replied, killing one black-clad man with a single strike, his eyes filled with killing intent.
Wang Yi's thoughts were complicated; he hesitated to intervene. The Black-Clad Leader was clearly an Earth Spirit Realm expert, and going against him would only mean death for himself. However, his life had been saved by Jin Qinghan—could he just stand by and watch him be killed by these black-clad men? No, absolutely not! I, Wang Yi, am not someone who fears for my life! Wang Yi finally made up his mind and slowly drew out the Youhan Blade. The sharp blade tore through the dense branches before him. With a "poof," he caught one black-clad man off guard and killed him on the spot.
"Jin Shixiong." Wang Yi swung his blade again, striking down another black-clad man and standing beside Jin Qinghan, who was covered in blood and had a cold gaze.
"What are you doing here? Leave quickly," Jin Qinghan said sharply as he fixed his gaze on the Black-Clad Leader.
"Haha, I wondered who it was; turns out it's your junior brother. How touching! Then let me send you both to die together," the Black-Clad Leader laughed wildly.
Crimson Sun Blade Technique, Severing Flow.
With a single slash, blood spurted forth, and screams echoed continuously.
"Hmph, useless things, get out of my way." The Night Leader finally made his move as he saw his subordinates falter.
The remaining black-clad men retreated in unison, clearing a path for the Black-Clad Leader, who looked at Wang Yi and Jin Qinghan with disdain and said, "Prepare to die!"
"Tell me, who wants to kill me?" Jin Qinghan asked coldly, as if it were the depths of winter.
"Hmph, the dead have no need to know the reason." The Black-Clad Leader was clearly not a fool. He leaped into the air, striking down with a palm like a mountain pressing down.
Such a simple move caused Wang Yi and Jin Qinghan to change their expressions drastically. They felt an overwhelming surge of Vital Energy rushing towards them, as if they were a small boat in the vast ocean.
This was the power of a Earth Spirit Realm expert. Compared to the Transcendence Realm, the Earth Spirit Realm represented a qualitative leap, as it was no longer just about refining Vital Energy into its essence but transforming it into Primordial Liquid. This power was purer and stronger, something that no Transcendence Realm martial artist could withstand.
In the Cultivation World, challenging someone of a higher level was not uncommon. A martial artist practicing high-grade Martial Arts could easily defeat opponents of the same level, especially with certain Blood Techniques, which could even allow one to defeat opponents three levels higher. However, attempting to challenge someone of a much higher level was akin to dreaming, as the gap between levels was no longer just about differences in Martial Arts or elixirs but rather differences in quality and quantity—something that no amount of Martial Arts or elixirs could bridge.
With two loud thuds, Wang Yi and Jin Qinghan were sent flying simultaneously, spitting out blood.
"Strong, too strong; this is the power of the Earth Spirit Realm." Wang Yi felt utterly powerless before the Black-Clad Leader, overwhelmed by the terrifying energy emanating from him, unable to muster even a hint of resistance.
"Hahaha, two weak ants." The black-clad man laughed wildly. "Die!"
"Stop."
At that moment, a Thunderous Voice shattered the words of the Black-Clad Leader, and a storm of energy surged towards him.
"Who is it?" The Black-Clad Leader roared in anger and struck out with his palm, instantly creating a massive Vital Energy Palm Seal in the air. When the two forces collided, there was an explosive sound as trees thick as bowls were instantly shattered and sent flying.
A group of people emerged from the Deep Forest, two middle-aged men in their forties leaping forward, appearing before Wang Yi in an instant.
"Hmph, who are you to interfere in this matter?" Black-Clad Leader narrowed his eyes. The two men before Wang Yi were strong practitioners of the Earth Spirit Realm, and one of them was even two levels higher than him, yet his expression remained unchanged as he spoke sternly.
"They are friends of our sister," said the Golden Blade Middle-Aged Man coldly.
"You should leave; otherwise, you will be left behind," said the Barehanded Middle-Aged Man, his muscles bulging, clearly the one who had blocked Black-Clad Leader's attack just moments ago.
"What? Do you know who we are?" Black-Clad Leader shouted angrily.
"Hmph, no matter who you are, get lost immediately..." The words "get lost" rolled off the tongue of the Golden Blade Middle-Aged Man, and suddenly a powerful surge of Vital Energy rushed toward Black-Clad Leader.
"Poof poof poof."
Several black-clad men immediately spat out blood, their expressions waning. As a practitioner of the Earth Spirit Realm, Black-Clad Leader managed to dissipate most of the Sonic Wave's force, but he still let out a muffled groan, swallowing back the blood that surged up his throat.
"Leave." The black-clad men were unwilling but realized their opponents were too strong, so they could only wave their hands in surrender.
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