Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

Han Li was in a daze and had no idea how he arrived at Kui Xing Island.

He was simply navigating the flying artifact aimlessly, carrying Qu Hun, swaying back and forth.

When he landed on Kui Xing Island, he stumbled and almost fell, feeling completely disoriented.

The last sentence Lu Jianghe said kept repeating in my mind.

Since stepping into the world of cultivation, Han Li believed that he had long seen through the true nature of the survival of the fittest.

Among cultivators, nothing is more important than profit; they engage in open and covert struggles, killing and plundering as easily as drinking water.

Even the closest relatives and fellow disciples may not be reliable in the face of the path to immortality.

I have survived to this day thanks to my extraordinary caution and vigilance, and my unwavering trust that I never easily entrust to anyone.

However, just now...

In the "Heavenly Wind," where even Nascent Soul cultivators could not be spared, Lu Jianghe chose to save him without hesitation.

It wasn't something done casually or easily; it was a real risk to oneself.

Han Li's face was ashen, and he muttered to himself.

"Brother Lu..."

He's so mysterious and unfathomable, he should be alright, right?

Han Li clenched his fists.

After thinking it over, I find it hard to accept.

When ordinary cultivators encounter a celestial storm, they can either dive into the deep sea to take shelter or find a sturdy reef or island to hide on, and they can usually turn danger into safety.

For someone like him to be caught in the eye of the vortex is an incredibly unlucky situation, one in a million!

Han Li crossed his arms and rested his right hand on his chin, forcing himself to calm down.

Deep down, he didn't believe that Lu Jianghe would perish in the Heavenly Wind, one of the three calamities.

Thinking back on it carefully, the other person's words weren't particularly hurried or flustered; they even sounded somewhat ordinary...

Forget it, there's no point in arguing about it anymore.

Take a deep breath and shake all the chaotic thoughts out of your mind.

The most urgent task at hand is to condense the Soul of the Melody into a Demonic Core.

Without the combat power of a Core Formation stage cultivator, he wouldn't dare to venture out to the open sea alone to hunt demonic beasts.

The original plan was to follow Lu Jianghe to Tianxing City first to restore Zhang Tie's sanity.

Now that the plan has been disrupted, I have to rely on myself for everything.

As for Lu Jianghe's several acts of saving my life.

At that time, I'll find a way to use the little green bottle to accelerate the growth of one or two more thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, and then claim that I obtained them by chance while slaying demons overseas...

A resolute glint flashed in Han Li's eyes.

Once you've made up your mind, you stop hesitating.

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the other side.

In the wind, Lu Jianghe deduced that about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea had passed.

no way.

He really didn't want to use the essence of spiritual energy stored in the thirty-six acupoints in his body.

He reached out and grasped the longsword, held it horizontally in front of him, and flicked his finger.

hum!

The sword trembled, its gleam as bright as an autumn rainbow.

The spiritual energy in the body's meridians, dantian, and acupoints surged and condensed at the sword's edge.

Lu Jianghe let out a soft breath.

In an instant, countless sharp and unparalleled sword lights slashed out, tearing apart the raging gale.

He kept drawing his sword.

It wasn't just one or two attempts; the sword light was continuous and relentless.

The sword strikes, whether tilted or slanted, horizontal or vertical, may seem effortless, but the profound Dao they contain grows ever more powerful with each strike.

Since he could not see and his senses were limited, he used his sword as his eyes.

Each sword strike forcibly tore open a short, hundred-meter-long rift in the chaotic gale.

He swiftly advanced through the fleeting gap, then swung his sword again and struck!

One strike!

Another strike!

The sword energy contained within the sword light grew more and more powerful and refined with each strike.

Isn't your Tianfeng range vast and boundless?

Then I'll gnaw on it inch by inch!

Your width makes it difficult for me to cross in a short time.

If one approach doesn't work, then I'll change it!

Even the fiercest winds of this day have their limits in terms of altitude.

I, Lu Jianghe, will search for you to the very end!

By the end, it was impossible to see clearly how Lu Jianghe drew his sword.

Sword light flashed across the sky and earth.

One strike after another.

How romantic!

Ordinary cultivators caught in the chaos would only seek to protect themselves, huddling within their protective spiritual light and struggling to hold on, or summoning their most treasured life-saving magic treasures in hopes of escaping.

However, there are still some awe-inspiring scenes like Lu Jianghe's, who not only did not retreat but also single-handedly challenged the heavens and earth.

It was a magnificent sight, yet no one could see it.

I don't know how much time passed.

It was as if the boundless turbulent winds were finally torn open by a dazzling sword light.

The long-awaited sunlight streamed in.

Lu Jianghe's gaze narrowed slightly. Without the slightest hesitation, he followed the sword, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the distance.

Lu Jianghe's figure was suspended thousands of feet in the air.

Beneath my feet, a thick, inky vortex of wind churned endlessly, stretching to the left and right, its edge invisible as far as the eye could see.

He did not escape from below, but instead carved his way through to the highest level of the area ravaged by the fierce winds.

The sunlight poured down generously, casting a pale golden outline on Lu Jianghe's figure.

It stood in stark contrast to the chaotic, surging, inky sea of ​​wind beneath his feet.

Take a deep breath.

The crisp, clean air filled my lungs, washing away the pent-up emotions in my heart.

Using a sword to clear a path is quite taxing.

Even at the peak of the Golden Core stage, the spiritual energy within his body receded like a tide, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness.

Lu Jianghe closed his eyes slightly, and his divine sense spread out in all directions.

This time, there were no strong winds to interfere or obstruct the way.

It easily covered the sea and sky territory spanning hundreds of miles.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a look of understanding flashing in them.

Fortunately... it's not too outrageous.

Because he sensed a peculiar island within the range of his divine sense, and there was the presence of human cultivators on the island.

This made Lu Jianghe feel slightly relieved.

There are people living here.

At least it didn't fall into the desolate Dead Sea.

I just don't know how far this place is from Tianxing City.

Store your natal flying sword in your acupoints.

The fact that I was able to remain unharmed at the heart of the gale is entirely thanks to this sword.

Once the wind had completely subsided, Lu Jianghe rode the wind down toward the island.

His current state is quite unusual.

The body's energy was completely unable to be contained.

Moreover, tiny ripples constantly spread outwards from the surrounding air.

His entire aura was exceptionally sharp, as if he had reached a state of perfect, peak combat.

It's not something that can be easily suppressed.

Indeed, the human body, a microcosm, reaches a state of intense "burning".

It's like the sun high in the sky, clearly visible and unavoidable.

To put it in the simplest terms...

If this were a fight with someone, it would be equivalent to going berserk.

And it's the kind of thing where you can't stop.

Therefore, Lu Jianghe simply traveled by riding the wind.

He did not use the spiritual energy within his body, which was like boiling magma, nor did he transform his body into a rainbow or a sword light.

Lu Jianghe slowly flew towards the island, until he was within a hundred miles.

Suddenly, a streak of ink-colored rainbow flew out from the island and headed straight for him.

Judging from the speed of the escape light alone, one can tell that the other party is a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It immediately stopped moving forward and hovered in mid-air.

Given Lu Jianghe's current state.

Anyone would assume the visitor is hostile and an unwelcome guest.

The ink-colored rainbow suddenly solidified a hundred feet away from Lu Jianghe, revealing a figure.

It was a woman.

A black moon-white robe enveloped her exquisitely beautiful body, and a circle of gold leaf ornaments encircled her snow-white neck.

As the sea breeze blew, the hem of her robe opened and closed, revealing glimpses of her long, straight, flawless legs, which were particularly eye-catching.

The woman held a sheathed sword in her left hand.

The sword's blade was ancient and jet black, exuding a restrained sharpness, which, combined with her otherworldly aura, gave off a chilling feeling that kept strangers at bay.

In the woman's eyes, Lu Jianghe, dressed in a blue robe that fluttered in the wind, with his hair disheveled, arrived stepping through the void.

His spiritual energy surged and churned, revealing his sharp edge, clearly indicating that he was a hostile visitor who wanted to come and demand an explanation!

Your actions, Six Paths Supreme Saint, are far too domineering!

They said they admired me and wanted to become my Daoist partners to jointly explore the Great Dao.

Ha, is this the sincerity of Holy Demon Island?

There wasn't even a proper engagement letter; they just ordered people to spread some unfounded rumors outside, and that was how their status was determined.

Before I could even think things through, they sent people to beat me up right at my door without giving me even a moment to catch my breath.

Is this how you, a giant of the demonic path, behave?

They seize by force and treat people like objects!

The woman instantly made a sword gesture with one hand.

With a clear, resonant "hum," the longsword in his hand emerged from its sheath half an inch from the abyss, its chilling light flashing out.

The ink-wash-like shimmering light emanating from his body almost solidified.

Lu Jianghe frowned involuntarily; this woman exuded such murderous intent.

My current state shouldn't be the cause, right?

At this moment, the still unsettled energy within his body was agitated by this sudden hostility, causing the ripples in the air around him to intensify abruptly.

It emitted a faint yet piercing "hissing" sound, as if the space itself was being sliced ​​apart by invisible sword energy.

The uncontrollable, sharp aura emanating from him surged even higher, like firewood thrown into boiling oil!

Uh……

The woman in the black robe looked horrified.

A late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator?!

When did another one emerge from the Chaotic Star Sea?

So unfamiliar, so young.

and many more……

In the blink of an eye, her mind cleared up as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining. As a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, how could she possibly lower herself to be ordered around by the Six Paths Supreme Saint?

Since that's not the case.

Why would the other party suddenly appear at my White Cliff Mountain?

Could it be... that they also believed those vile rumors?

Thinking of this, before the woman's shock had completely subsided, an indescribable sense of shame and anger suddenly flared up like wildfire.

A complex and inscrutable expression suddenly appeared on her usually cold and aloof face.

Lu Jianghe watched as the other person's expression changed unpredictably. Although he didn't know why, he knew that if he didn't say anything, there might be further misunderstandings.

"Fellow Daoist, I was unfortunately swept away by the celestial winds and have only just escaped. May I ask what sea this is? And how far is it from Tianxing City?"

Upon hearing this, the woman in black frowned slightly and did not speak immediately. After a moment of silence, she parted her cherry lips and spoke in a clear, icy voice.

"Swept into the heavenly wind? This island is my training ground, more than ten thousand miles away from Tianxing City."

It was clear from her words that she did not believe Lu Jianghe's explanation.

However, since the other party is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

She should naturally maintain the proper attitude.

The long sword was sheathed.

The murderous aura emanating from him also subsided.

"Does Guixian Island have a teleportation array leading to the inner sea? If so, I, Lu, am willing to reward you with spirit stones."

"Does Guixian Island have a teleportation array leading to the inner sea? If so, I, Lu, am willing to reward you with spirit stones."

Lu Jianghe scanned the sea area within a radius of several hundred miles with his divine sense, and it seemed that this was the only island with the aura of a cultivator.