Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

"Boom!"

Two days later, Su Ming was awakened from his sleep by a jolt. He had been sleeping fully clothed for the past few days, so he quickly woke up, picked up his sword, and stepped out the door.

The two's house was right next to the spirit field. As soon as Su Ming stepped out, he saw a black-robed cultivator wearing a mask above the spirit field, concealing his aura, constantly shooting out beams of golden light to bombard the formation surrounding the spirit field, while shouting for people to come and die.

Su Ming's heart skipped a beat. He naturally knew what the newcomer meant. Today was the 24th of April. This demonic cultivator had arrived three days later than the words in his mind had said. He casually glanced at Su Yubai, who had consciously begun to maintain the formation, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and stepped out of the formation.

That bastard really picked a good time. He can't even muster a whiff of wind right now. That demonic cultivator came with murderous intent, but on the surface he's just an ordinary rogue cultivator. In the fight, he only needs to suddenly unleash his power, and he won't even have a chance to run away.

Afterwards, that wretched woman only needs to cry and whine a few times about misjudging people, shift the blame to the demonic cultivators for causing trouble, and at most pay some compensation to settle the matter. The other person is already dead, and the die is cast. Given the family's current nature, they will probably have no choice but to swallow their anger.

"Good, what a great design. Just wait and see!" Su Ming gradually calmed down, slowly drew his sword, and pointed it directly at the demonic cultivator.

"Hehehe~ The Su family doesn't have..."

Seeing that the cultivators who had come out of the formation couldn't even withstand the wind, the cultivator above was about to make a few sarcastic remarks when a sudden burst of firelight interrupted his words. He casually dodged it, a cold glint appearing in his eyes.

He had taken on similar situations several times in previous years, and most of those young masters would hide in fear and tremble in the shadows. This was the first time someone had taken the initiative to attack him.

Since his words were interrupted, he didn't bother to threaten him anymore. He carefully sensed Su Ming's aura below and found that he was only at the second level of Qi Refining. A ferocious smile appeared on his face under the mask. He then pulled out a long knife from his black robe, let out a strange cry, and flew straight down.

The cold light reflected by the long sword, accompanied by the sound of the wind, broke through the slightly chilly morning mist and headed straight for Su Ming.

Seeing this, Su Ming became even more vigilant. Demonic cultivators always grow stronger through battle, and their methods are the most insidious; their attacks would never be so obvious.

He gripped his longsword tightly, choosing not to take the blow, but instead pushed off with his foot and took a few steps back, intending to dodge it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the demonic cultivator's hands, hidden by his black robe, had already formed a hand seal, and a beam of blood-red light flew out, perfectly predicting the trajectory of his dodge.

Su Ming was prepared. The red and gray flames on his longsword flashed, directly shattering the blood blade, and then he immediately parried with his side sword.

The black-robed cultivator landed without hesitation, taking two steps in one, and pulled out a silver chain, slashing towards Su Ming.

"Clang~"

Su Ming was jolted back two steps by the force of the blade, and quickly turned his head to the side. A golden light flashed past his ear.

"Clang~"

With his longsword flying, Su Ming parried the black-robed cultivator's upward slash, then kicked up a handful of sand, concealing his sword within the swirling dust as he thrust it forward.

With his free hand, he reached up to his waist, pulled out a gleam of cold light, and used a hand seal to conceal his presence before closing in.

"Pfft~"

The distance was too close. The black-robed cultivator parried the longsword that was thrusting straight at him, but he couldn't dodge in time. He felt a warm sensation enter his flesh, and his pupils shrank. He suddenly used his knee to force Su Ming, who was trying to get closer, back.

At the same time, he used the hilt of his long sword to smash Su Ming's forehead. The blow knocked Su Ming's head to the side, and he pushed off with his feet to create distance.

The black-robed cultivator pulled a short dagger from his waist, and a burnt smell emanated from the wound. Pain flashed in his eyes.

Su Ming wiped the few drops of blood from his forehead where the knife hilt had struck him, then casually smeared the blood on his clothes. With a smile on his face, he twirled his sword and pointed it at the black-robed cultivator once more.

This black-robed cultivator was ruthless, his swordsmanship followed by spells. Years of fighting had made him much faster at casting spells and manipulating spiritual energy through hand seals than Su Ming.

He naturally wouldn't use his weaknesses to counter the demonic cultivator's strengths. He used the long sword in his hand as a weapon, and the short dagger hidden at his waist as a weapon, which was the real killing intent.

Unfortunately, he couldn't activate his spiritual power quickly enough. After using the concealment technique to hide the aura of the short dagger, he couldn't immediately unleash a fire spell.

Therefore, the fire just now did not completely ignite in the black-robed cultivator's meridians; otherwise, it would have killed him in an instant.

The two sides made some simple probing attempts, which gave Su Ming the advantage.

"You... cultivate Binghuo?" The black-robed cultivator stopped attacking and instead stood still to carefully examine his injuries before speaking with a wary tone.

Su Ming did not answer, but stared intently at the black-robed cultivator's every move, to prevent him from using words to trick him and then suddenly launching an attack.

Seeing that Su Ming did not intend to answer, the black-robed cultivator swallowed hard, secretly touched the wound on his waist, and after confirming that it was still charred and had not yet healed, his face under the mask darkened, and he was already considering retreating.

The woman told him that he only accepted the job because the young man was a cultivator of the Metal element. He cultivated the demonic path, and his most troublesome skill was the art of flesh and blood regeneration. He didn't care about ordinary injuries at all. He only wanted to test the waters with his swordsmanship and then launch a surprise attack to kill Su Ming and run away.

But now things are different. The opponent cultivates fire magic and has considerable swordsmanship. If I get hit by a few more sword strikes or a fire spell, I could at least shorten my lifespan, or even face mortal danger.

He was confident he could win if he continued fighting, but paying such a price for a few spirit stones was not worth it at all; he understood the value of this deal.

"Damn bastard, how dare you lie to me! How am I supposed to fight now!" He cursed under his breath, raised his hand and shot out several bloody blades, then waved his black robe and rode away.

Su Ming casually slashed away several bloody blades. After standing guard for a moment to prevent any possible attacks, he slowly retreated back into the magic array. He naturally wouldn't stop the black-robed cultivator, but he was a little puzzled as to why this demonic cultivator suddenly wanted to leave.

……

"On the 24th of April, I used the 'Combined Fire' technique to repel the demonic cultivators. The 'Combined Fire' technique is known for its ability to damage one's nature and even cause death. Those demonic cultivators, who practiced flesh and blood techniques, were most afraid of this technique."

"Those who follow the demonic path are most likely to bully the weak and fear the strong. After observing in secret for a while and seeing that he could not gain any advantage, he has now set off south to collect interest from that vile woman."

"On the 26th of April, I made up my mind to follow the demonic cultivator's trail. I have no grudge against him, so perhaps... we could join forces to kill that bastard. But after searching my entire body, I couldn't find anything that could sway him..."

"What should we give in return... Su Ming, think of something quickly, that's all I can think of!"

"On the 26th of April, I stayed in the formation and cultivated diligently, and nothing happened."

On the 25th of April, at the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), Su Ming was startled awake by a sudden piece of information that appeared in his mind, his eyes flashing with disbelief.

The revelation has changed again!

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Ps:

Writing about magical battles is indeed difficult. It's a pity I haven't cultivated immortality; I can only imagine it.