Cultivation: I Forge Immortality with My Spiritual Eyes

Chapter 95 Killing the Enemy

Sensing the three's ill intentions, a murderous glint flashed in Jiang Yi's eyes, and his magical power surged forth.

With a flick of his fingers, a talisman quietly landed in his palm.

His gaze then flashed like lightning, coldly sweeping over the masked men flanking from the left.

There was no sign of any magical power surging, nor was there a sound of anything breaking through the air.

The man suddenly covered his face, and a scream tore through the night!

Blood gushed from between his fingers, leaving a deep gash that exposed bone, the flesh torn open as if pierced by an invisible blade!

At the same moment, Jiang Yi flicked his wrist and summoned the Autumn Water Sword. With a clang, a streak of cold light shot out to the right like a bolt of lightning.

"How dare you!"

The other two reacted just as quickly, shouting as they activated their magical artifacts, which flashed with spiritual light.

Just as he was about to retaliate, Jiang Yi flicked his sleeve.

A bolt of purple lightning suddenly flashed in the darkness, striking the bandit's chest instantly.

The man's eyes suddenly widened, smoke billowed from his body, and before he could even scream, he froze on the spot, his hair and beard standing on end, his limbs convulsing, and he was completely powerless to fight back.

Jiang Yi's expression was icy as he flicked his fingers repeatedly.

Two crystalline water needles shot through the air and silently entered the eye sockets of the two people who had fallen to the ground, bursting out two puffs of scarlet blood mist!

The two men let out a muffled groan, then lay back down, silent ever since.

The remaining thieves parried the Autumn Water Sword and steadied themselves, only to catch a glimpse of their two companions lying dead on the spot.

He was instantly terrified, hastily crushed a talisman, turned and retreated rapidly, trying to escape into the darkness.

"Sizzle—!"

Jiang Yi's expression remained unchanged. With another flick of his sleeve, another bolt of purple lightning shot out.

The defensive talismans he unleashed were as fragile as paper in front of Lei Wei, their spiritual light dissipating instantly!

The remaining arcs of lightning surged into his body, striking him so hard that he froze and stumbled forward.

Jiang Yi made a hand seal with his fingers together and pointed at something in the air.

The Autumn Water Sword flashed a cold arc of light and then whistled away.

The man felt a sudden dizziness, and the scenery before his eyes was turned upside down.

Finally, what came into view was a headless corpse that had taken a few steps forward on its own.

Then everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

The battle came quickly and ended even faster.

From the moment Jiang Yi launched his attack to the moment the last person was killed, it took only a few breaths.

The three cultivators at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining were all killed in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Yi remained calm, raised his hand, and the Autumn Water Sword transformed into a stream of light, flying back and landing steadily in his palm.

He ran his fingers along the spine of the sword, and a clear ripple of water appeared at his fingertips, washing away all the filth and blood.

The flawless, translucent blade reflected a pair of cold, calm eyes.

"A clown jumping around, utterly nonsensical."

Jiang Yi gave a light hum, casually twirled his sword, and sheathed it.

He narrowed his eyes, scanning the surrounding darkness to make sure no one was watching, before stepping forward to clean up the battlefield.

They searched the three people's bodies and found all their magical artifacts, money bags, and other belongings. Then they unfolded a piece of coarse cloth and wrapped all sorts of miscellaneous items inside.

After tidying up, everything was ready.

He glanced at the three corpses, noticed the scorch marks left by lightning, and frowned slightly.

With a change of heart, he drew his Autumn Water Sword again, beheaded the three men, and tore off the black cloths from their faces.

Two of them were unfamiliar faces, and I had no recollection of them.

But the remaining face looked quite familiar to him.

This man was a fisherman who used to follow Shi Dazhuang around and make a living.

No wonder he recognized himself just now.

But no one knew when they started committing murder and robbery.

This group usually acts together, but today only this person was seen, while Shi Dazhuang and Hei Pi were nowhere to be seen, which is rather strange.

Jiang Yi shook his head, not wanting to dwell on it.

He moved the three corpses to one place, flicked a spark with his finger, and the flame grew rapidly in the wind, engulfing the corpses in the blink of an eye.

He then slightly tilted his head, looked in the direction where the three had been hiding, and slowly walked over.

Behind a patch of messy bushes, a monk was found with his hands and feet bound and his clothes torn.

The man was covered in wounds and blood, and had already fallen into a coma, his breath coming in very weak gasps.

Jiang Yi kicked him twice, but seeing that he didn't react, he flicked his finger and sent a wisp of magic power into the back of his neck.

"Hmm!"

The man shuddered, suddenly waking up, panting heavily as he looked around, his eyes filled with terror.

Upon realizing that the person before him was not one of the thugs, he struggled and begged for mercy, pleading, "Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Fellow Daoist, spare my life! I really didn't see anything, I was just passing by, please, sir, spare my life—"

Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly and interrupted, "Who are you? Why are they arresting you?"

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at the same time.

Qingluofang City.

After Wu Dayou and Sun Laoquan made a hasty escape, they waited furtively in the shadows for a while.

Hearing faint sounds of fighting coming from the other side, the two dared not linger and ran wildly towards the market.

Upon reaching the entrance to the market, the two first sought help from the guards on duty.

The guards at the gate looked troubled.

Their duty was to guard the market and prevent thieves from taking advantage of the chaos.

If one abandons their post without authorization, they will fall into a trap to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and thus ruin everything.

He immediately gave the two another suggestion: to go to the Hall of Affairs to get reinforcements.

Wu and Sun then rushed to the Hall of Affairs and embellished their account of their encounter with the thieves on the way.

The guards who remained on duty did not dare to delay.

Upon hearing this, he immediately grabbed his weapon, ordered the two men to lead the way, and headed straight for the scene of the incident.

About fifteen minutes later.

The group hurried along and finally arrived at the settlement of the hermits.

From afar, a bonfire could be seen burning brightly, and the air was filled with the aroma of burnt meat.

It carried a faint smell of blood and lingering magical energy.

Apart from that, there was no other movement.

Wu Dayou and Sun Laoquan exchanged a glance, their hearts skipped a beat, and they stumbled and ran to the fire.

Looking at the crackling, burning corpses, tears welled up in his eyes, and he burst into loud sobs, snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Waaah, Captain Jiang, you died such a tragic death!"

"It's all our fault for being so useless; we tried our best but couldn't protect you! You fought bravely against the enemy, but we couldn't live and die with you..."

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"Alas, we two originally intended to die with you, but you had given us orders to return and fetch reinforcements, so we reluctantly departed—alas, how painful it is!"

The two old men cried so sincerely that their faces were covered in tears, as if they were truly in unbearable pain.

The two patrol teams that accompanied them looked at each other, each gripping their magical artifacts and keeping watch on their surroundings.

The two squad leaders exchanged a glance, a hint of relief flashing in their eyes.

Today was supposed to be the turn of three teams, but it just so happened that Jiang Yi's team ran into these vicious thieves.

These people are no ordinary bandits; they dared to openly attack and kill patrol guards on the island.

Fortunately, they didn't run into each other tonight, otherwise they would probably be in grave danger.

The two captains were just putting on a show, ordering their men to search for any traces, just to get by.

At this time.

A cold voice suddenly came from the darkness: "Who are you two mourning for here?"

Wu Dayou and Sun Laoquan were startled, and their crying stopped abruptly.

He looked hastily into the darkness, his voice trembling, "Captain Jiang—Captain Jiang? Is that you? You're not dead?"

Upon hearing the sound, the patrolling guards also became alert, each secretly channeling their magical power and keeping their eyes on the source of the sound, fearing that the thieves might have returned.

The steady footsteps gradually became clearer from the darkness.

A tall, slender figure slowly appeared, his dark robes casting shadows and light in the firelight. Who else could it be but Jiang Yi?

Jiang Yi glanced around, his gaze settling on his two subordinates. He said coldly, "You two ran fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Desertion in the face of battle, cowardice before even fighting—do you even know what crime that is and what punishment you deserve?"

Wu Dayou and Sun Laoquan immediately looked distressed.

Forget about saving face, he lunged forward, sliding to his knees and grabbing Jiang Yi's leg, wailing, "Captain, we didn't run away, we went to get reinforcements! These brothers are the reinforcements we brought to help you fight the bandits. Look, they're all here!"

"Yes, Captain, you are incredibly powerful and have boundless magic. Please forgive us this time; we'll never do it again!"

Jiang Yi remained expressionless, ignoring the pleas for mercy. He turned and cupped his hands to the other two patrol captains, saying calmly, "Fellow Daoists, three thieves were causing trouble here just now, but they have all been executed. Another spirit farmer was kidnapped and is resting over there."

In my opinion, it would be best to bring this person back to the Hall of Affairs so that he can explain the situation to Steward Zhou in person, and thus thoroughly investigate the matter.

Upon hearing this, the two captains felt a chill run down their spines.

The new young man in front of me seemed quiet and unassuming.

He was all alone, and in a short time he killed three bandits.

Not only was he completely unharmed, but he also appeared calm and composed, his methods were truly unfathomable.

The two men dared not delay and quickly returned the greeting with clasped hands. One of them said, "Captain Jiang is absolutely right. These thieves dared to ambush and kill the patrolmen on the island. They are extremely arrogant. If it weren't for Captain Jiang's skillful methods, who knows how much trouble they would have caused tonight. It's just a pity that we arrived a step too late and were unable to join in the fight."

The other man glanced at the still-burning fire and asked cautiously, "Captain Jiang, do you have any clue about the identities of these three thieves? Are they cultivators from the island, or bandits who infiltrated from the sea?"

Jiang Yi picked up the blood-soaked cloth bag in his hand and said calmly, "Their specific identities are still unknown. All three heads are here; we'll hand them over to Steward Zhou for a thorough investigation when we get back."

The two captains did not ask any further questions after hearing this.

After a brief discussion, one team split up to continue patrolling the remaining route.

The rest of the men carried the prisoners and hurriedly returned to the Deacon Hall to report back.

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Soon after.

Inside the Hall of Deacons.

The hall was brightly lit, with bronze lamps illuminating the main hall as if it were daytime.

Upon receiving the report, Zhou Yuanlang strode out from the back room and sat upright behind the counter.

On the long table in front of him lay three human heads, their faces contorted in grotesque expressions and stained with blood, filling the air with a thick stench of blood.

Zhou Yuanlang remained expressionless, his gaze calmly sweeping over each one, occasionally reaching out a finger to touch them, as if sensing any lingering traces of life.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head.

Looking at Jiang Yi, who stood silently in the hall with his hands tied and no expression, he said in a deep voice, "Patrolman Jiang, you did a good job. These three thieves dared to cause trouble on the island and openly attacked and killed a patrolman. They deserved to die."

Tonight you fought three enemies single-handedly, not only slaying them all but also rescuing the hostages. I will reward you handsomely. Also—”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over two of the severed heads, and asked seemingly casually, "Is Guard Jiang skilled in lightning magic? These two heads still retain traces of lightning energy, unlike anything done by ordinary means. I wonder which lightning technique he practiced?"

Jiang Yi's expression remained unchanged. He stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and calmly said, "Deacon Zhou has discerning eyes. To be honest, I do indeed possess a secret thunder talisman, which I obtained by chance many years ago."

Tonight, I was surrounded by three thieves. In the heat of the moment, I dared not hold back at all and had no choice but to painfully use this talisman.

The two thieves were caught off guard and suffered a great loss, which allowed Jiang to seize the opportunity to kill them. To my shame, without this talisman, the outcome tonight would have been uncertain.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuanlang nodded indifferently, neither confirming nor denying, leaving it unclear whether he believed it or not.

He didn't press further, only saying, "Regardless, Guard Jiang's bravery tonight is enough to boost the morale of the enforcement team and set an example for everyone. I will have someone verify the identities of these three men. As for the rewards they deserve, they will certainly not be lacking."

He glanced at the heads on the table and said, "These three are all at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining. Therefore, each head will count as twenty merit points. What does Patrolman Jiang think?"

Jiang Yi's heart stirred slightly, but he showed no sign of it on his face. He simply cupped his hands and said, "It is up to Steward Zhou to decide. I have no objection."

Zhou Yuanlang nodded in satisfaction, reached out to take Jiang Yi's patrol token, and made a hand seal, sending several beams of spiritual light into it.

He then tossed the token back, saying calmly, "The merit has been recorded. I hope Patrolman Jiang will continue his efforts and perform well. The Hall of Affairs will never fail to reward those who have made contributions."

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As for those two men under your command, you can deal with them as you see fit. These are turbulent times, so handle them carefully. Give them a small punishment as a warning, but don't go too far.

Jiang Yi accepted the token, cupped his hands, and said, "Yes, Jiang understands."

After saying that, he turned and left, quickly walking out of the Deacon Hall...