Cold Moon Blade

Chapter 100 Cold Moon Blade

A short while later, the two giant pythons were ultimately defeated, their blood gradually dyeing the pool red.

However, the two Profound Yin Cult disciples had also expended a massive amount of spiritual power. The female cultivator, whose cultivation base was slightly weaker, had even been struck by a water column from one of the pythons. Her full bosom had caved in entirely, snapping an unknown number of ribs.

The female cultivator swallowed a Pill and sat down to meditate.

The male cultivator began to sweep the battlefield, gathering the Wind Spirit Flowers and the python corpses.

"Who's there!"

The male cultivator abruptly bellowed toward the bushes where Wu Sheng was hiding.

Raising his hand, the male cultivator sent a fierce ghost lunging straight into the thicket.

Wu Sheng was incredibly frustrated. He had hidden perfectly and retracted his aura to the utmost. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, a dead bird had fallen from the sky and smacked right onto his head, exposing his position.

Seeing the fierce ghost bearing down on him, Wu Sheng had no choice but to fight.

He activated a talisman in his hand, materializing a pitch-black long blade out of thin air. Surging with baleful aura, the long blade slashed down at the fierce ghost.

A Tier 1 Middle Grade talisman: the Ghost-Slaying Talisman.

The fierce ghost thrust out both palms, extremely dense ghostly energy surging around its spectral hands.

The long blade shattered. However, the fierce ghost's hands were also wounded by the strike, dissolving into yin energy that drifted away.

Taking advantage of the brief moment the Ghost-Slaying Talisman held back the fierce ghost, Wu Sheng turned to flee.

Unexpectedly, the Profound Yin Cult male cultivator had already closed the distance. Wielding a steel spear, he thrust it directly at Wu Sheng's back.

Wu Sheng could only abandon his escape and turn to face the enemy.

Only a few breaths later, Wu Sheng-whose strength was severely diminished after his corpse puppets were destroyed by the pythons-was heavily wounded and defeated. Just as the steel spear was about to pierce his chest...

The male cultivator abruptly toppled forward without warning. Within moments, he stopped breathing.

Embedded in the back of his head was a broken blade.

Song Wen had picked up this broken blade from a market stall half a year ago.

At the time, he had already cultivated his Divine Sense. Relying on his Divine Sense's perception, he recognized at a glance that the broken blade was extraordinary.

It was one inch wide and one foot long. Before it was destroyed, it must have been a Spirit Weapon-an artifact that only Foundation Establishment cultivators could wield.

Although the blade was ruined, it could still be activated after Song Wen refined it. Furthermore, its material and grade were superior to high-grade Magical Artifacts.

Following Song Wen's refinement, the originally dull and gray blade became as smooth as a mirror, radiating a chilling light.

Relying on his Divine Sense, Song Wen controlled the broken blade with absolute ease. Where his mind went, the blade followed, truly striking with a mere thought.

It was far more precise and fluid than ordinary Qi Condensation stage cultivators manipulating Magical Artifacts through Mental Power.

He gave the broken blade an elegant name: the Cold Moon Blade!

This was his first time using the Cold Moon Blade to kill an enemy, and the result was excellent.

When Wu Sheng saw the Profound Yin Cult male cultivator suddenly die, he was initially overjoyed. But when Song Wen emerged from the bushes, his expression immediately turned ugly.

He was already heavily injured. Even against Song Wen, who was only at the fifth layer of Qi Condensation, he was no longer a match.

Furthermore, Song Wen had appeared the instant the Profound Yin Cult male cultivator died.

It was impossible not to deduce that Song Wen had killed the man. Although it was absurd to think a fifth layer Qi Condensation cultivator could instantly slay a seventh layer Qi Condensation cultivator, the reality lay right before his eyes.

"Jiyin, it's you!" Wu Sheng cried out, his expression fraught with panic.

Song Wen did not reply. Instead, with a mere thought, a cold flash swept out, beheading the Profound Yin Cult female cultivator who had been preparing to escape.

Immediately after, Song Wen's figure blurred into an afterimage as he clawed toward Wu Sheng's head.

"Jiyin, spare me! Back then, I was young, reckless, and ignorant..."

Before Wu Sheng could finish speaking, his head burst open!

Song Wen shook the blood off his hand. He had one less enemy in the world, and he had slaughtered him personally. He was in a rather good mood.

After devouring the souls and Essence Blood of the three corpses, Song Wen moved on to consume the Essence Blood and souls of the two giant pythons.

This was not his first time devouring the Essence Blood and souls of Demon Beasts. Out of curiosity, he had once purchased Demon Beast corpses and souls to try consuming them.

The results had shown that while Demon Beast physiques were mostly massive, the Essence Blood refined from them was vastly inferior to that of cultivators at an equivalent realm, amounting to only thirty or forty percent of a human cultivator's yield.

The same was true for Demon Beast souls; their effect on improving Mental Power fell far short of human cultivators at the same level.

This had kept his interest in Demon Beast corpses rather low. The corpses of human cultivators were far more practical.

After sweeping the battlefield clean, Song Wen recalled that foolish Black-armored Gu, which was still flying around killing birds, and turned to leave the lake island.

...

Before a small hillside.

A beautiful young female cultivator was slumped on the ground. Her aura was chaotic, and blood stained the corner of her mouth. Looking severely injured and entirely helpless, she painted a pitiable picture.

Watching this scene from afar, Wu Sui wore a wicked smile.

"The disciples of the Crimson Blood Sect are truly foolish, still employing such outdated honey traps."

Despite knowing it was a trap, Wu Sui did not retreat. Instead, he walked directly toward the young woman.

"Little lady, it seems you are heavily injured. Do you need me to treat your wounds?"

As he spoke, Wu Sui's gaze roamed over the woman's graceful curves, the lust in his eyes completely unconcealed.

"Thank you, Senior Brother of the Corpse Demon Sect. May I ask your honorable name? Cough, cough..."

The woman's delicate voice carried a hint of profound weakness.

As she spoke, she coughed a few more times. More blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, making it seem as though she might faint at any second.

"I am Wu Sui. I can save you, but before I do, I need to clear out two little mice."

Wu Sui's aura suddenly changed. His previously flirtatious demeanor instantly became sinister and fierce, brimming with Killing Intent.

A black chain shot out from Wu Sui's hand. It rapidly lengthened like a giant snake, winding and coiling through the air.

The chain plunged into the dense canopy of a large tree several dozen meters away.

Following a few startled cries and agonizing screams, the chain slowly began to retract.

The end of the chain had pierced straight through the chests of two male Crimson Blood Sect cultivators. Dragging the two corpses out, the chain violently dumped them right before the beautiful woman's eyes.

The beautiful woman was struck with utter terror. Her voice pitched into a frightened panic.

"You... you actually killed Senior Brother Zhang and Senior Brother Chen."

"Just two little mice, hardly worth mentioning." Wu Sui resumed his flirtatious demeanor, gazing at the beautiful woman with a smile.

"Little lady, I wonder where you are hurt. How should I treat your injuries?"

Wu Sui stared directly at her full bosom as he spoke.

Feeling Wu Sui's scorching gaze, the beautiful woman's flustered expression gradually steadied. She saw a sliver of hope for survival.

Knowing she had provoked a ruthless individual she could not afford to offend, she gritted her teeth and tore off the undergarment covering her chest, exposing her snow-white bosom to the air.

"Senior Brother can treat me however he likes."

A playful smile surfaced on Wu Sui's face.

"Oh, is that so? However, I am not very good at treating injuries. I am much better at killing people!"

Under the beautiful woman's incredulous gaze, the black chain suddenly whipped forward, impaling her directly through the chest.

A large coffin abruptly materialized on the ground before Wu Sui.

He tossed the three corpses from the chain into the coffin, then stored it away in his Storage Bag.

These were all top-tier cultivation materials. They could not be wasted.

Watching this scene from afar through the Black-armored Gu, Song Wen's thoughts raced. After a brief moment, he made a decision.

He shifted the aura around his body, restoring it to the guise he commonly presented to others.

Then, he ran straight toward Wu Sui's direction.

When Wu Sui saw Song Wen suddenly appear, killing intent flashed through his eyes. However, upon noticing that Song Wen's attire marked him as a Corpse Demon Sect disciple, he refrained from immediately attacking.

At that moment, he heard Song Wen cry out in joy.

"Senior Brother Wu Sui! Meeting you here is truly wonderful."

Wu Sui stared at Song Wen with cold eyes, refusing to lower his guard.

"Who are you? How do you know me?"

Song Wen's face was plastered with an ingratiating smile. "Senior Brother Wu Sui, I am Jiyin. Do you not remember? I once had the honor of meeting you in the Corpse Dismemberment Cave."

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