Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 253 They Don't Need the Real Culprit

It started when Duan Junhai decided to kill someone.

Yuan Kui then began to try to visit the non-Buddhist sect cultivators who came to participate in the Divine Treasures Celebration.

Among them were some seniors who had expressed their admiration for her, some who had been admirers of her, and some who had been mentored and favored by her.

But when Yuan Kui, dragging her withered and thin body, wrapped tightly in a black robe, laboriously walked from the remote back mountain to the sect and cautiously knocked on the door of their guest house...

But no one wanted to see her.

Apart from Song Huan.

The withered wood in his hand spun like a sword in the wind, and two black jade-like squares spun around his left wrist.

Pei Xia raised his sword, his gaze cold to the point of contempt: "Where are your supernatural powers? Show them to me."

Seeing that a battle was inevitable, Duan Junhai finally abandoned all hope of turning a blind eye.

He stepped forward: "Prove my supernatural powers!"

With a utterance, spiritual energy spun and weaved through the air, instantly condensing into several clear and sharp strands of spiritual energy that shot towards Pei Xia like arrows.

The spiritual arrows also carried a clear, melodious bell sound, which was the manifestation of spiritual power that could only be cultivated through the secret techniques of the Golden Bell Sect.

However, Pei Xia did not move.

Duan Junhai only saw something flash across his eyes.

Then, the manifested spiritual power that had pierced through the air vanished into nothingness in an instant, as if peeling away layers of silk!

This...this is...dissociation?!

Duan Junhai's pupils dilated.

He believed that his cultivation level, having reached the Opening Palace stage, was superior to his opponent's. However, if this person was a sixth-level Su Shi (a type of cultivator), then the situation might be different!

"Barrier arrays and formations are nothing more than talismans in actual combat. Do you think I don't have any?!"

Duan Junhai flipped his hand, and the jade on his chest shimmered with light as a thick stack of talismans fell into his palm.

Over the years, thanks to the accumulation of treasures in Su Baozhai's treasury and the sixteen jade pendants left by his parents, Duan Junhai has made great strides in Qiongxiao Yuyu.

With just this one talisman, once it is used, even a cultivator at the Transformation Realm will be hindered for a while.

However, just as he was about to raise his hand, an unbearable stinging pain suddenly came from his palm.

He thought Pei Xia had used some trick, but when he looked down, there was nothing in his palm at all!

This……

In that instant of hesitation, the rotten log shot through the air!

The sword tip pressed against the thick talisman paper, and the spiritual power that the talisman released in response fiercely clashed with the wooden sword.

So this person, just now, only had killing intent, yet it possessed such a sharp, bone-piercing edge?!
Duan Junhai was shaken, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

Young man, the talisman copying uses spiritual materials and medicinal liquids. It is a miniature spell constructed based on spiritual power, and it is a treasure in itself. It cannot be easily destroyed.

This thick stack in my hand, is it something that your profound cultivation level can penetrate?
With a flick of his free right hand, a flash of emerald light appeared, and a dagger shimmering with a faint blue glow fell into his palm.

This dagger was also a mysterious treasure he obtained from the Jade Palace of the Azure Sky, and it was specially designed to break through protective protective qi.

Duan Junhai's spiritual energy surged and flowed within his body, rapidly pouring into the dagger in his hand.

If he were to get close now, a single stab to pierce the boy's protective aura would allow the spiritual power of the Opening Mansion Realm to enter his body, destroying his inner cauldron! Unfortunately, Duan Junhai did not notice this.

As the spiritual energy erupting from the talisman rubbed against the edge of the wooden sword, the bluish-gray rotten wood was slowly peeling off the tip of the sword.

Beneath the withered tree, a cold, sharp sword blade was revealed, its blade coiled with bright red blood vessels!

The pure blood of the Sea Patrol God, like breathing, pulsed and deepened with the stimulation of spiritual power, causing the blood patterns on the sword to burst forth with a captivating light.

A flash of cold light pierced through the dozens of talismans in Duan Junhai's hand, nailing them into his palm, cutting through flesh and bone, and penetrating straight to the back of his hand!
Duan Junhai let out a shrill scream. The dagger he had been holding in his right hand, poised to strike, suddenly slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a clang.

Pei Xia's longsword, inexhaustible, pierced through Duan Junhai's palm and dragged him out of his small courtyard on the mountainside.

Until his hand was pinned to a boulder!

At this moment, Duan Junhai no longer cared that he had already left the barrier. The excruciating pain pierced his mind, as if hijacking all his judgment and ability to act, leaving him only to scream in agony.

Pei Xia waved his hand behind him expressionlessly, and with a shout of "Prove my divine power," the dagger that had fallen to the ground suddenly appeared in his hand.

He looked at Duan Junhai, who had lost his fighting ability in almost a single exchange, and said expressionlessly, "Fifth Realm Master? Open-door cultivator? Jade holder?"

"Such a small injury, and it makes you scream like this?"

"Can you still fight? Didn't you want me to 'fight to the death'?"

Pei Xia grabbed Duan Junhai's other hand and pressed it onto the boulder as well, sneering, "You're not even a cultivator; you're just a thief."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dagger plunged into Duan Junhai's other hand, pinning him to the boulder as well.

Duan Junhai entered the sect at the same time as Yuan Kui. He had some talent in the path of the Su Master, but there was absolutely no future in martial arts.

Over the years, relying on his magical abilities and the jade pendant left by his parents, he has acquired a large amount of cultivation resources and, at a similar age to Pei Xia, has pushed his cultivation to the Opening Mansion Realm.

He thought he was "Duan Kaifu" now, and he felt that he had cultivation and realm, and was already a strong person.

Someone with Pei Xia's profound cultivation level would be no match for him without "risking his life."

But the moment Pei Xia's sword pierced his palm.

These glorious facades, adorned with stolen goods, collapsed in an instant!
Pei Xia's words pierced Duan Junhai's eardrums and deeply penetrated his mind—you are just a thief.

The piercing screams turned into a furious roar: "I didn't! What I took was what I deserved! Do you know how many disciples die every year when Su Baozhai makes so many disciples sort supplies in warehouses filled with chaotic spiritual energy?! They can disregard my life, so what if I take their things?!"

Pei Xia didn't speak. He reached out and summoned two spiders. One of them, a piece of black jade, slammed into Duan Junhai's knee like a heavy hammer, embedding his entire leg into the stone.

He coughed up mouthfuls of blood, and the anger in his mournful cries began to fade, replaced by a hint of resentment: "You, you... why don't you think about why I didn't want to leave Su Baozhai earlier or later, but only during the Divine Treasure Celebration? There's a reason for all of this!"

Another piece of twin-spider black jade came roaring in, embedding Duan Junhai's last leg into the boulder with a dull thud.

At this moment, Duan Junhai, who had for many years considered himself to be living a secluded life in the mountains, hoping to play dumb and make a name for himself, had lost all feeling in his limbs.

He was hung on the rock, looking at Pei Xia's expressionless face, devoid of any doubt or reluctance.

He finally abandoned all his reasons and pleaded humbly, "No, you can't kill me. If you kill me, how will you explain it to Meng Xiao? Didn't you want to give him a murderer? If I die, how will you prove that I am the murderer?"

This time, Pei Xia finally answered him.

"Just leave some stolen goods behind. Once you're dead, you won't be able to explain yourself anymore."

Pei Xia spoke very softly, as if afraid of waking someone who was sleeping.

The words carried on the mountain breeze: "Have you forgotten? They don't need the real culprit."

(End of this chapter)