This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 412: Chapter 39 Crossing Worlds Technique

Qiu Shiyin’s face froze, but only for a moment.

And that was enough.

Inside Qiu Shiyin’s grasp, the Nascent Soul of Ji Chuan—that tiny figure—suddenly lit up with bright eyes while Qiu Shiyin was momentarily distracted.

Countless sword Qi, as sharp as knives, instantly sprayed out from Ji Chuan’s Nascent Soul.

These bursts of Sword Qi instantly pierced through the hard scale armor covering Qiu Shiyin’s clawed hands.

Qiu Shiyin let out a cry of pain.

Simultaneously, an even larger Sword Qi shot out from the center of Ji Chuan’s Nascent Soul, striking Qiu Shiyin’s chest with a thunderous boom.

The attack was so ferocious that one could even hear the sound of Qiu Shiyin’s ribs breaking.

Qiu Shiyin’s figure was sent flying backward.

The two figures separated.

From within the Nascent Soul that had escaped Qiu Shiyin’s bind, Spiritual Power rapidly surged, restraining the still-bleeding, gigantic wound on his abdomen.

Qiu Shiyin, watching Ji Chuan from afar, was filled with disbelief in her eyes.

How could Sword Qi possibly be nurtured within a Nascent Soul?

In the knowledge of any cultivator, that was absolutely impossible.

How could the most fragile Nascent Soul contain such fierce Sword Qi?

Curled over, Ji Chuan clutched the great wound on his abdomen and slowly stood up, facing Qiu Shiyin with Green Waist tightly gripped in his hand.

Indeed, an ordinary cultivator could not achieve this, but a disciple of the Sword Sect could, because this is the power of a Taoist Level Cultivation Technique.

…

Seeing this, Lu Qingshan finally let out a sigh of relief.

His sudden interjection just now, although all true, had the actual purpose of buying Ji Chuan a brief moment of distraction from Qiu Shiyin.

Before leaving the sect, he had gone to the Hall of Enlightenment to receive the Nascent Soul Chapter of the “Heaven Cutting Sword Scripture” of the Sword Sect and learned its detailed attributes.

As the Nascent Soul Chapter of a Taoist Level Cultivation Technique, one of the special effects of the “Heaven Cutting Sword Scripture” was that the Nascent Soul it condensed would possess an unparalleled affinity with all things related to the sword, capable of nurturing the Life-bound Sword.

The most significant use of this special effect was to allow Sword Cultivators to nurture their Life-bound Sword within their Nascent Soul, equivalent to Sword Cultivators constantly nurturing their Life-bound Sword, greatly enhancing the efficiency of sword nurturing.

A Nascent Soul capable of nurturing even a physical sword could naturally nurture powerful Sword Qi with ease.

As the Nascent Soul is a cultivator’s fatal weak point, every cultivator would think of various ways to protect their Nascent Soul.

Since the “Heaven Cutting Sword Scripture” had such an ability, Lu Qingshan was certain that Ji Chuan would not fail to nurture several strands of Sword Qi within his own Nascent Soul for protection.

Therefore, without any communication, he and Ji Chuan completed this extremely clever cooperation, freeing Ji Chuan from Qiu Shiyin’s control.

The moment Qiu Shiyin’s figure was sent flying, a fearsome and respectable aura immediately rose from the body of the Prime Lion, its furious gaze fixed on Ji Chuan, ready to pounce like a hunter upon its prey.

It was prepared to launch a thunderous offensive against Ji Chuan, to tear apart this insignificant member of the Human Race.

Qiu Shiyin stabilized her stance, looking at Ji Chuan, who appeared ragged and bloodstained from her sneak attack. Smiling tenderly, she gently pressed down what seemed to be the uncontrollable Prime Lion.

She pointed a finger at the Netherworld Hall Master and Hei Luo, speaking softly, “Qiu Ning, help your sister kill them, then leave this place far behind and never return.”

The Prime Lion let out a low whine, unwilling to move.

Although his intelligence was not high, he sensed some ominous signs.

Qiu Shiyin immediately widened her eyes and looked at the Prime Lion.

Under the burning gaze of his most respected elder sister named Qiu Ning, the Prime Lion could no longer hold out and began to move.

It let out an immensely furious roar and suddenly pounced towards the Jiuyou Hall Master and Hei Luo, as if it wanted to pour out all its rage on these two people.

“Extradition Envoy, what are you trying to do?” The Jiuyou Hall Master saw this, his face changed, and he quickly shouted.

“I want you dead,” Qiu Shiyin murmured.

Boom, boom, boom!

Blood Qi and the power of the Jiuyou Intent continuously bombarded Qiu Ning’s body, but in the span of a single breath, it was disintegrated by Qiu Ning’s Netherworld Death Qi and annihilated.

Qiu Ning rapidly closed in and launched a crazily ferocious attack, swiping with claws, lashing with its tail, ripping and tearing… Each move was enormously loud.

Under the ferocious assault from the Prime Lion, both the already weakened Jiuyou Hall Master and Hei Luo looked like rag dolls being abused, their injuries growing more and more severe.

Boom, boom, boom!

Qiu Ning’s deadly claws kept striking.

Finally, Hei Luo, who couldn’t fend off the attacks, had no choice but to once again transform into his bat incarnation in hopes of saving his life.

However, facing the swarm of bat incarnations, Qiu Ning puffed up his cheeks and blew lightly forwards.

The rich Netherworld Death Qi, with an overwhelming and intimidating force, spewed out from Qiu Ning’s gaping maw, completely engulfing Hei Luo’s bat incarnations.

Crack, crack, crack!

Hei Luo, already having suffered two severe blows and now down to just three hundred-odd bats, fell silent immediately under the onslaught of the Netherworld Death Qi.

The incarnations of Hei Luo’s bats fell from the sky one by one, landing motionlessly on the ground, devoid of any trace of life.

All of the bat incarnations, without exception.

That is to say, Hei Luo was dead!

“Your life is what matters!”

Seeing this, the Jiuyou Hall Master felt a chill in his heart, knowing that if things continued this way, he feared his own life would soon be over.

Boom!

He could no longer hold on, formed gestures with both hands, and the power of the Jiuyou Intent surged out, barely defending against one of the Prime Lion’s claw attacks.

With the impact of that massive blow, he was sent flying backward, seizing the opportunity to flee.

Roar!

Seeing the Jiuyou Hall Master flee in panic, Qiu Ning let out a dissatisfied roar, stepped on the void, and chased after the Jiuyou Hall Master.

Qiu Shiyin watched as Qiu Ning chased the Jiuyou Hall Master into the distance, then withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Ji Chuan.

She pursed her lips, her face covered in scale armor showing not much expression, raised her claw high, her pupils flashing with yellow light, and her antlers fierce, looking ready to launch herself at Ji Chuan.

“Without Qiu Ning, you’re no match for me,” Ji Chuan stared at Qiu Shiyin, his eyes clear and distinctly cold.

The Jiuyou Hall Master had teamed up with Hei Luo and still had not been able to overcome him, and Qiu Shiyin, as an Underworld Emissary, was only of Fourth Grade cultivation. How could she possibly be his opponent without a surprise attack?

Qiu Shiyin let out a cold laugh without saying much else, instantly transforming into a vicious Origin Demon again. She left behind trails of afterimages in the air, charging at Ji Chuan fearlessly and persistently.

Ji Chuan remained where he was, motionless.

Just as Qiu Shiyin was about to approach him.

Clang!

A sword strike swift as an antelope hanging its horns.

A deafening metallic collision echoed.

Around Ji Chuan, a black and white river of sword light emerged.

As the sword light dimmed.

Green Waist had already deeply stabbed into Qiu Shiyin’s body, piercing through her back.

Qiu Shiyin’s body began to convulse violently, her rugged and fierce face gradually returned to normal, and the scale armor slowly receded, revealing the soft cheeks beneath.

The sharp, horrifying claws also reverted to their original form, a pair of soft and fair hands.

Her long hair hung down, covering Qiu Shiyin’s face, making it impossible for anyone to see her expression clearly.

Ji Chuan slowly withdrew his sword.

Bright red blood gushed out at once, the amount so considerable it was frightening.

The silver-white blade bore the crimson color of blood and the withered yellow of Netherworld Death Qi.

Ji Chuan stood in front of Qiu Shiyin, looking into her eyes for a long time.

Black pupils met yellow, representing two completely different species, also signaling that their lives were two parallel lines that would never intersect.

Both were expressionless.

“Why?” Ji Chuan asked.

Why did she choose to send a Fifth Grade peak cultivator like Qiu Ning to kill the Jiuyou Hall Master while she herself came looking for him to die?

Like a breeze heralding spring thawing the winter ice, returning life to the frozen lake, the ice melting away with ripples spreading, Qiu Shiyin withdrew her indifferent gaze and smiled, “I don’t trust the Sword Sect, I don’t trust anyone… but now, I want to trust you once.”

Ji Chuan was silent for a long while, wanting to say something but only opening his mouth without speaking, ultimately only nodding silently.

“As you wish,” he said softly at last.

Qiu Shiyin revealed a smile of relief as the last glimmer of light in her yellow pupils extinguished.

She fell backward, collapsing into the pool of blood, the dense Netherworld Death Qi spreading out from her body, soaring to the heavens.

…

Ji Chuan stood quietly for a moment, his expression returning to calm.

He, with his sword in hand, walked towards the severely injured Origin Demon.

He would definitely not let down the trust Qiu Shiyin had placed in him before her death.

The Origin Demon watched Ji Chuan approach step by step, frantically assessing his own injuries.

The fierce Sword Intent still lingered in his physical body, the intense pain causing his facial expression to change noticeably, from the earlier arrogance and coldness to gloominess, agony, weakness, and madness.

The moment he saw the Prime Lion lose control, he knew he was in for serious trouble.

“You can’t kill me, my father is the Origin Demon King…” the Origin Demon mumbled hoarsely.

Ji Chuan didn’t speak, but the undisguised killing intent in his dark pupils made it clear to the Origin Demon what Ji Chuan was thinking.

“Heh, do you really think you have defeated me? Do you truly believe I can only await my execution?” Realizing there was no turning back, the Origin Demon suddenly laughed maniacally.

He said in an icy tone, “I didn’t want to be your enemy, Sword Sect. You forced my hand.” @@novelbin@@

Both Ji Chuan and Lu Qingshan’s expressions changed upon hearing this.

Though unaware of what trump card the Origin Demon might still have, his daring to speak in such a manner suggested he had something to rely on.

Ji Chuan didn’t hesitate and swung his sword forward.

The river of sword light surged magnificently.

“It’s useless,” declared the Origin Demon coldly, with a sweep of his hand.

A speck of yellow Spiritual Light flickered, then turned into a scroll that hovered in midair.

“Jiuyou Kan Yu Map, Divine Skill: Crossing Worlds!” murmured the Origin Demon.

Indeed, the Origin Demon King had not only sent Qiu Ning as a guardian Origin Demon to protect his safety but also entrusted his life-saving treasure, the Netherworld Magic Artifact Jiuyou Kan Yu Map, to the Origin Demon.

And the supreme Divine Skill of the Netherworld’s supreme Magic Artifact, the Jiuyou Kan Yu Map, was precisely the Crossing Worlds Technique that the Origin Demon was casting now, intended for self-protection and counter-attack!

In the vastness of the void, the scroll unfolded out of thin air.

The entire scroll depicted a murky yellow mist.

Deep within the mist, one could vaguely perceive a tremendous river.

A desolate yellow river.

Before anyone could discern the details of the river, it suddenly materialized from within the scroll, gushing forth.

The vast river swept forward irresistibly.

The nature of this Forbidden Technique was unknown, but it immediately submerged Ji Chuan’s river of sword light.

Then the river rolled over Ji Chuan, the lifeless Qiu Shiyin, and Lu Qingshan not far away.

A vast and majestic Strength engulfed them both, binding them tightly, leaving them unable to break free.

Even the Origin Demon was swept away in the tide.

Not even the Magic Artifact’s Imperial Envoy could avoid the power of this spell.

One could imagine the terror of this technique.

The withered yellow river continued to flow forth until, in an instant, it poured into a void.

The river, like entering a bottomless deep sea trench, disappeared from view.

And within the river, Lu Qingshan, Ji Chuan, Qiu Shiyin, and the Origin Demon were similarly plummeted downward with the current.

“Young Master, this is a technique connecting two realms.

Right now, you are in the barrier between two worlds. If I make a move and break this Technique, you will be stranded within the inter-realm barrier, unable to extricate yourselves,” Qin Yitian’s somewhat urgent voice resounded in Lu Qingshan’s mind.

In other words, the Dragon Sparrow Breaking Spell could not be used at this moment.

Lu Qingshan paused and asked, “Connecting two realms?”

“The Human Realm and the Netherworld.”

“This Taoist Spell is to sweep you into that world of reincarnation where only dead souls can pass, the Netherworld!” Qin Yitian explained.

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