This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 433: Chapter 50: No Ravines in Front of a Fierce Tiger

Amidst the boundless sea of clouds, upon the unfolded Jiuyou Kan Yu Map.

A terrifying beast, nearly one hundred zhang in length and resembling a python, lay coiled here.

Huu——

The Origin Demon in its true form, with its gaping maw like a black hole vortex, frantically inhaled and exhaled Netherworld Death Qi to restore its state, the sounds it emitted reverberating intensely.

In front of it, a yellow, fist-sized pearl hovered, rotating continuously.

Within the pearl, soul shadows shattered one after another; at the same time, streams of pure energy were born from it, transforming into a torrent that surged into the massive body of the Origin Demon.

This was the Netherworld Pearl, refined from the Cultivation Technique he practiced, which could refine the power of living souls.

After a long while, the Netherworld Pearl suddenly stopped rotating.

“The living souls have been exhausted,” the Origin Demon muttered to itself.

It had collected living souls at Burial Ridge, all of which it had now completely refined.

“Just a few more living souls, and I could have used them to make a breakthrough to Fifth Grade,” thought the Origin Demon bitterly, “Damn Sword Sect.”

“It’s just a pity that there are so many living souls in Oblivion, yet they are out of reach,” the Origin Demon thought with some regret.

In its perception, down below in the endlessly flowing River Oblivion, countless living souls were drifting downstream.

If it could harvest these living souls, what would Fifth Grade amount to? And why bother with such painstaking efforts at Burial Ridge, scheming in every possible way just to collect those mundane living souls?

But its father, the Great Demon King, had warned it very seriously: absorbing Netherworld Death Qi from Netherworld was fine, but the living souls in the River Oblivion were absolutely off-limits.

If it touched them, even a single one, even the Great Demon King would find it difficult to protect it.

The Origin Demon vividly remembered its father’s tone when he spoke of this matter, the unprecedented solemnity and seriousness.

If the Eighth Grade Great Demon King couldn’t protect him, there must be some terrible threat involved, and so, even with great turmoil in his heart, it had to suppress its restlessness.

Now fully recovered and back in peak condition, the Origin Demon stopped thinking and opened its eyes.

Whoosh!

The rolling clouds of Netherworld Death Qi that enveloped it were swiftly retracted into its body and disappeared.

“Roar!”

The Origin Demon let out a roar that echoed through the silent Netherworld.

It gently shook its nearly one hundred zhang-long body, and a baleful gleam flashed in its lantern-sized eyes.

After healing all the wounds on its body, the Origin Demon’s mind began to drift toward different thoughts.

“Since I entered the Netherworld five days ago, I have used the Netherworld Death Qi to recover to my peak state. That Sword Cultivator must now be trapped in despair as his blood qi continually fades away,” murmured the Origin Demon.

The image of Ji Chuan reemerged in its mind, as well as the sense of fear brought on by Ji Chuan’s sword strike resurfaced in its heart.

As the beloved son of the Great Demon King, the Origin Demon was doted upon endlessly.

The Great Demon King even gave it Netherworld Magical Artifacts and the Jiuyou Kan Yu Map for protection.

Ever since its birth within the Origin Land, it was seen as a supreme being, with the four Sixth Grade Demon Lords treating it with great respect.

And yet, Ji Chuan, a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, had the audacity to try to deal a death blow to it!

“Under the invasion of the Netherworld Death Qi, that Sword Cultivator should be quite weak by now.

And in the Netherworld, my power is even greater than in the Human Realm. With such a change in our respective strengths, that Sword Cultivator definitely can’t be my opponent anymore.”

The Origin Demon thought viciously: “Letting those two perish simply from the erosion of Netherworld Death Qi would be too easy on them.

If I could find those two Sword Cultivators and kill them myself to vent my anger, that would be delightful!”

Roar!

With that thought, murderous intent surged within the Origin Demon.

It tucked away the Jiuyou Kan Yu Map and flickered through the dimly lit sea of clouds, howling with boundless rage from the depths of its heart.

The Origin Demon, having always lived a life of privilege, never forgave any slights.

It had decided to set out in search of Lu Qingshan and Ji Chuan, whom it had brought into the Netherworld Realm with its Crossing Worlds Technique, to avenge the near loss of its life.

“Two insignificant Sword Cultivators, relying on the power of the Sword Sect, dared to be so audacious with me. Just wait until I find you both; I’ll make sure you suffer!”

What it didn’t anticipate was….

The suffering wasn’t waiting to be found; it was already nearing, delivered to its doorstep….

As it was about to move, from out of nowhere, a surge of killing intent suddenly exploded, filling its entire spirit.

In the Netherworld, where gloom perpetually lingered and the notion of daylight was absent….

But at this moment, the Origin Demon seemed to see a red sun, feeling his divine soul was on the verge of annihilation, and an inexplicable terror suddenly arose within him.

He actually hadn’t even grasped the specifics of the situation; this terrifying emotion was completely autonomously produced by his subconscious.

It was a streak of sword light transformed from a flying sword, a blazing and resplendent sword light.

Sword intent and sword qi entwined around it, tumultuous like the rolling thunder of spring.

The sword qi was as thick as a dragon sucking water, erupting from the earth, and appeared abruptly.

Within the sword light, there was a hint of icy gleam, shining like the sun at dawn.

As the flying sword moved, it emitted the sound of wind and thunder from within, its speed like lightning, stirring up all the murky yellow mist, making the sea of clouds ripple with a yellow hue, obscuring both heaven and earth.

It was as if a sword descended from beyond the skies.

A distance of several hundred meters, in front of this flying sword, was like a shooting star crossing, lightning piercing through clouds, reaching its destination in an instant.

The moment the Origin Demon noticed the sword, he could only hastily spew out a breath of Netherworld Death Qi in a panic, attempting to resist the might of the flying sword.

The next breath, his vision was filled with red light and cold gleam.

A suppressing force born from a difference in bloodline ranks spontaneously appeared.

It was as if an Azure Dragon was pouncing towards him.

This one flying sword ignored all the Netherworld Death Qi; the cold gleam instantly extinguished everything and entered the Origin Demon’s head, which was bigger than a small hill.

A deafening roar of dragon’s and phoenix’s cry came from his head.

Then, the sword qi exploded within the Origin Demon’s skull, scattering into thousands of sword qi, bursting forth.

In an instant, it destroyed all of the Origin Demon’s vitalities.

His massive demon body had thousands of large holes, with sword light like the sun’s rays shooting out from them.

Before losing his last bit of consciousness, the image of a figure appeared in the Origin Demon’s lantern-like eyes.

That was the person who had wielded this flying sword.

It was a figure he had always considered insignificant.

Lu Qingshan.

“Sword cultivator…” the Origin Demon let out a sorrowful cry.

He had just narrowly escaped death under Ji Chuan’s sword and had never expected that, just five days later, he would fall to Lu Qingshan’s sword, someone he had never taken seriously.

Indeed, one might avoid the beginning of the month, but not the fifteenth day.

He recalled that just a few breaths ago, he seemed to have been preparing to actively seek revenge against these two sword cultivators.

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Immediately after, the Origin Demon’s entire body was torn apart and disintegrated into countless fragments, exploding in the skies above.

Among them, a faint and intangible spiritual light flew out, vaguely heading towards Lu Qingshan, directly merging into his body, and finally returning to the Oblivion within the Nascent Soul hidden inside Lu Qingshan. @@novelbin@@

That was the power of life and death spirits taken by the Oblivion from the Origin Demon.

…

The Dragon Sparrow circled back and re-entered Lu Qingshan’s body.

When it comes to vengeful retribution, in this world, who can compare to a sword cultivator?

Wouldn’t it be good to honestly stay within your own territory? Why unite with the Netherworld to cause trouble?

With a nearly immortal and indestructible Origin Demon King for a father, wouldn’t life be pleasant if one didn’t actively seek death?

Isn’t it comfortable to be a carefree second-generation demon?

Watching the Origin Demon dissipate into a sky full of blood mist, Lu Qingshan felt solemn in his heart.

The principles he adhered to were always simple.

Sword cultivators, live with a breath of air; only when the breath flows smoothly are they comfortable.

Since someone wanted to kill him, he would no longer consider the other person’s esteemed status or worry about any adverse consequences that might ensue from killing; nor would he ponder so-called lessons to obtain greater benefits in his actions.

He wants to kill me, but I am stronger than him.

So, he must die.

It’s as simple as that.

With a heart as fierce as a tiger, although one may smell the roses delicately, one remains blind to the ditches!

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