Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

"You know how to talk."

A sinister laugh emanated from within the clouds.

This supernatural power is called "Heavenly Capital Corpse Fire".

The fireball was jet black just now, and the skeleton phantom at its core was flickering, indicating that the initial refining process was not yet complete.

Once it is truly perfected, the fire of corpses will lose its inky color and turn into a sinister emerald green, and the skeleton inside will solidify and become clearly discernible.

When it is launched, even a Core Formation cultivator will be destroyed, along with their magical artifacts, and will be reduced to ashes in an instant. It is extremely domineering and vicious.

"You've caused such a commotion on Kui Xing Island, you clown. Keep your disciples in check and behave yourselves in the near future. The Star Palace will not remain indifferent. I'm going back to the seabed for seclusion. During this time, Ji Yin Island will only need normal trade relations."

Wu Chou immediately replied, "Yes, grandson will obey the ancestral decree!"

No matter where you are, cultivators who wish to ascend to the path of immortality, cross countless realms, and engage in battles and fights rely on a massive amount of resources.

The path of cultivation, in the end, is about vying for the opportunity to attain the Great Dao and doing things for one's own benefit.

This is why merchant alliances, trade organizations, and sects emerged in the cultivation world.

Its existence is fundamentally driven by three factors: continuous benefits, resource aggregation, and inheritance.

Lower-level cultivators toil and search for herbs, mine minerals, hunt demons, and explore mysteries. Their earnings are passed down through various levels of supply, ultimately converging in the hands of a few at the top to sustain their cultivation.

The essence is to unite scattered cultivators into a single point, using the collective strength to support one person's ascent to a higher position.

Therefore, the idea that ascetic monks can achieve the Great Dao by meditating and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for thousands of years is pure fantasy in the resource-scarce human world.

They didn't have the incredible little green bottle that Han Li possessed.

To put it simply, the birth of every Nascent Soul cultivator is more or less the result of consuming the resources of heaven and earth.

The existence of sects is a way to transfer benefits "from the bottom up".

As long as this system continues to operate, it can sustain one or two high-level cultivators.

In this process, the price paid by high-level cultivators is merely to provide protection or to give up some cultivation techniques.

After getting away from the nameless reef island, Lu Jianghe led Han Li and flew towards Kui Xing Island.

Not long after they started walking, Han Li noticed the corpses of some third- and fourth-tier demonic beasts floating on the sea below, bobbing up and down with the waves.

Looking at these unclaimed assets, a thought stirred within him, and his frugal, or rather, opportunistic, nature immediately took over.

After hesitating for a long time, he turned to Lu Jianghe and said that it was a waste to let these monster corpses float like this.

If he wasn't in a rush, he wanted to pack up his valuables.

The matter has been brought to this point.

Lu Jianghe naturally wouldn't refuse.

Having received approval, Han Li's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his expression became focused, and he moved swiftly, flying towards the corpse of a fourth-order demon beast.

In his original plan, he was also going to Tianxing City to use the teleportation array there to go to the outer sea to hunt demons.

Although the demon beast resources he currently possessed were far from sufficient to support his Core Formation, he adhered to the good habit of making the most of everything and never wasting anything, and began to pick and choose, cutting, peeling, and collecting them all in one go.

For a moment, the only sounds on the sea were the hissing sounds of sharp blades cutting through flesh, and Han Li's occasional mutterings such as "This scale armor is of good quality" and "This demon core has decent spiritual power."

Lu Jianghe hovered in the air, looking at the busy figures below, and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Han Li, that kid, really has the urge to pluck feathers from a passing goose etched into his very bones.

Just then, a strong gust of wind swept by, causing Lu Jianghe's robes to rustle.

He turned his head and looked into the distance.

The northern sky was overcast, with dark clouds rolling in like an ink scroll, slowly unfurling towards them.

The so-called leisurely pace is actually an illusion. Only when you get close can you experience the raging torrent that stirs up the world!

First, the sea surface rippled slightly, and then the waves gradually rose.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly became chaotic, and a gale was born from nothingness, turning from a faint whistle into a roaring howl.

This is no ordinary sea breeze.

It resembles "Heavenly Wind," one of the three calamities of the Chaotic Star Sea.

The celestial wind is not an ordinary wind, but rather a mixture of countless gales.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators, once they step into its core area, will likely find it difficult to escape the bone-corroding calamity of the gale without special means.

Only a few breaths had passed.

The wind grew stronger, and Lu Jianghe's sleeves crackled loudly.

Seeing that Han Li had unknowingly run a considerable distance, Lu Jianghe directly urged him on with divine sense.

Of course, Han Li also noticed the dramatic change in the celestial phenomena, and a warning sign was screaming in his heart.

He quickly shook off the blood from the last piece of monster material in his hand, put it into his storage bag, and called to Qu Hun to turn around and fly back quickly.

Seeing the two flying over, Lu Jianghe frowned, and was about to tell them to dive into the sea for a while to take shelter.

However, before it could be said, in the blink of an eye...

The winds sweeping in from the north expanded much faster than expected.

Han Li and Qu Hun, one person and one puppet, were suddenly out of control like a kite with a broken string under the sudden and fierce wind. They spun and drifted in the air involuntarily.

Soon, a giant whirlpool with a diameter of hundreds of feet formed on the sea surface beneath their feet. The immense suction force of the rising air currents gripped them tightly, carrying them into the depths of the dark, cloud-covering sky.

The speed at which they were swept into the sky was even faster than some escape techniques.

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Without any hesitation, Lu Jianghe transformed into a sword of light and chased after them.

Faced with this annoying thing.

He didn't even utter a single word about "trouble".

Han Li and Qu Hun struggled with all their might, pushing their spiritual power at the pseudo-core level to its limit, yet they couldn't even stabilize themselves.

Faced with such immense power, an individual's strength is as insignificant as a feather, tumbling and being dragged along, getting closer and closer to the gale.

The two people's spiritual energy shields began to twist and deform violently, and it seemed that they would completely collapse soon.

When that time comes, in no time at all, even skin and bones will be completely scraped away by this bone-corroding gale, leaving not a trace of white bone, turning into a wisp of dust between heaven and earth.

At this moment, Han Li's mind was blank, and he could only do his best to maintain the protective spiritual light around his body.

Once Lu Jianghe got close, he revealed his true form, took out a long sword from his storage bag, and slashed down, splitting the whirlpool below into a deep ravine, causing the seawater to surge to both sides.

The upward momentum stalled, and Han Li and Qu Hun were finally able to stabilize their tumbling figures.

However, the Tianfeng is not an ordinary storm; its essence is the continuous and powerful force of heaven and earth.

The freeze lasted only a moment before the two were dragged again.

Lu Jianghe narrowed his eyes, and once again transformed into a sword light, soaring upwards without stopping, rushing above Han Li and Qu Hun.

Then, facing the direction of Kui Xing Island, he exerted all his strength and slashed with his sword once more.

The weather was completely different from before.

A dazzling sword light, like a fish wagging its tail, burst through the air and stretched out into the distance, like the shimmering surface of water.

Wherever they went, a phantom passage appeared, like an invisible barrier, effectively blocking the raging gales from the outside.

Without hesitation, Lu Jianghe reached out, grabbed Han Li by the back of his collar, and flung him toward the direction of the sword energy. At the same time, he kicked Qu Hun away.

"Han Li, quickly follow my sword energy and rush through this area covered by the Heavenly Wind."

Lu Jianghe's speech was not particularly hurried, but his pace was not slow.

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and sent two more beams of spiritual light onto Han Li and Qu Hun, giving each of them a speed boost.

Lu Jianghe completed the series of actions almost in an instant.

With his mind in turmoil, Han Li had no time to think. With the help of his escape light, he and Qu Hun followed closely behind the almost invisible sword energy trail that had already broken through the wind and waves ahead, desperately fleeing!

Just a few breaths after they rushed out, the "passage" behind them, forcibly opened by sword energy, was shattered inch by inch by the violent gale.

At the same time, it instantly "submerged" the location where Lu Jianghe was.

That all-out sword strike placed him in a delicate juncture, where the old force had just dissipated and the new force had not yet arisen.

Lu Jianghe was swept into the densest core of the Heavenly Wind Cloud Cluster.

At the same time, a stretch of clear "flowing water" broke through the surface of the sea.

In an instant, it appeared around his body, spiraling around him.

It was Lu Jianghe's natal flying sword "Xie Shui" that he had ordered to gather long ago.

The natal flying sword is connected to the Great Dao of Sword Cultivation; at close range, its speed is almost negligible, ignoring the passage of time.

Although the dew on the robe itself was enough to withstand the direct impact of the gale.

But Lu Jianghe really didn't want to damage the quality of the robes.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance.

Between heaven and earth turned upside down.

Lu Jianghe could no longer sense how far he had been carried away from Kuixing Island by the wind.

The protective aura and the natal flying sword "Water Flow" surrounding the body together form a tough barrier to resist the erosion of the gale.

Deep within the core cloud of the Heavenly Wind, a sight that would make even a Nascent Soul cultivator pale, Lu Jianghe showed no sign of panic.

Even as his body rolled and turned upside down, he remained expressionless.

He casually swung the long sword in his hand.

A hundred-meter gap was torn open in the endless gale.

However, it only lasts for a moment before being filled up again in an instant.

Looking around at the chaotic scene, it was impossible to tell up from down or left from right.

Having fallen into a predicament while trying to save Han Li, Lu Jianghe couldn't say whether he regretted it or not.

He just thought to himself that it was troublesome.

Ultimately, he lacked the strength.

If he is already at the Nascent Soul stage, he will manifest a Dharma form.

A sword slashed out.

All that can be seen is heaven and earth.

Of course, you can't die.

The real trouble is being swept along by this wind.

It's probably close to a hundred miles in an instant, if not quite.

If he were blown into the depths of the outer sea, or even into the more remote Star Sea Wasteland, given his speed at the Golden Core stage, it would probably take him years to return to Tianxing City.

We can't let ourselves be led astray anymore.

If he leaves the Chaotic Star Sea, wouldn't he be utterly worthless?

It would be great if we could sense up and down.

If one sword strike doesn't work, then two or three will definitely be enough to break through.

Unfortunately, divine sense is interfered with here, and its coverage area is very small, almost like being blind.

Lu Jianghe whispered, but his words were swallowed up by the howling sound as soon as they left his mouth.

It would have been better if the Yin spirit had been separated earlier.

Whether or not it can help me is another matter.

It can at least serve as a positioning tool.