Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times

Chapter 337: Chapter 154: “The Expert of the Blade Will Surely Perish by the Sword.”_2
 

It’s not over yet!

A dazzling Golden Core shot out from Qi Mei’s body, hurtling directly toward Chen Qiu’s back!

The two stood shoulder to shoulder, and Qi Mei suddenly launched an attack without warning, leaving no time to react!@@novelbin@@

Three consecutive killing moves unleashed with full force!

Without activating the Protective Spirit Qi, Chen Qiu, at such a close distance, was almost certainly doomed facing the trio of lethal strikes from Qi Mei, who was of equal Cultivation and spared no effort in a fierce assault against an utterly unguarded opponent.

Three killing moves.

This clearly showed no intention of leaving anyone alive.

However…

“Clang!”

Chen Qiu’s Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella appeared to have opened at an unknown time, its surface blocking the Palm Sword in his hand, and his Golden Core intercepted the one aimed at his back.

The two Golden Cores collided violently.

Yet, Chen Qiu’s Golden Core seemed unscathed, while Qi Mei’s was covered in cracks, on the verge of shattering.

…

“…Refusing to join your sect means death, huh? Is this how domineering you are?”

On the deck, Chen Qiu held the Heavenly Mechanism Umbrella calmly, turning his head to look at the stunned Qi Mei, and chuckled lightly.

“I…”

Qi Mei’s pupils were full of disbelief, sensing his own Golden Core, now nearly broken, retract inside him. How could this be! He was the Heavenly Pride fully backed by Yuan Sect, and when he made his breakthrough to the Golden Core Stage, he had forged a Seventh Grade Golden Core!

A Seventh Grade Golden Core!

In the entire Quzhou, only Li Shiyi from the Tao Sword Sect had an Eighth Grade Golden Core. Aside from him, no one had a higher Grade than his own; his was almost the highest in Quzhou.

But…why did his Golden Core almost shatter just from a mere collision with Chen Qiu’s Golden Core?

He was now fiercely using his Spiritual Energy to prevent his Golden Core from breaking apart; he needed to take Pills quickly to heal. A broken core meant death. In other words, he was on the brink of utter demise!

Although he was not versed in Divine Sense Attack Techniques, he was at the Great Perfection Cultivation of the Golden Core Peak Stage. How could his Divine Sense Attack, released with the full force of his Cultivation and in a sudden, unsuspected assault, enter Chen Qiu’s mind like a stone sinking into the sea, eliciting no response?

And what Grade was that Spiritual Treasure that looked like an umbrella?

That could effortlessly block his “Palm Sword”?

And remained unscathed?

His “Palm Sword” Spell was no ordinary technique; it was a supreme Golden Core Spell. Although the power of the Spell wasn’t the strongest among top-tier Golden Core Spells, it had one advantage others lacked: it didn’t leak any Spiritual Energy fluctuations when activated.

It was perfect for ambushing.

How did Chen Qiu react to such a covert technique?

Three consecutive ambushing killing moves, all effortlessly blocked. Although both were at the Golden Core Peak with Great Perfection Cultivation, the gap between them was obvious at a glance.

This one is not to be trifled with.

“I…”

But now was not the time to ponder this. A hint of fear flashed in Qi Mei’s eyes. He fully stimulated his Protective Spirit Qi, activated several defensive Spiritual Treasures with all his might, and three Golden Lights spun around his body as he slowly backed away, his voice hoarse as he faced Chen Qiu,

“Fellow Daoist Ren, please don’t misunderstand.”

“I didn’t aim to kill. I just wanted to test your strength, a misunderstanding. I am a True Disciple of Yuan Sect, they’ve invested a lot in me. If I die, you won’t escape death either.”

“Yuan Sect Master is a powerful being with Nascent Soul Peak Cultivation. I hope you consider this carefully…”

While speaking, Qi Mei also quickly crushed his disciple token to send a distress signal to his sect. They were within Yuan Sect’s territory and hadn’t flown too far away. The sect’s Nascent Soul could arrive within dozens of breaths, and then his life would be saved.

His eyes, hiding a dark glint, were fixed on Chen Qiu as he began to fantasize about taking revenge once the sect elders arrived.

This young man is so out of the ordinary, his background must be extraordinary. If I don’t kill him, my life is certainly over!

That’s the major difference between a Loose Cultivator and a True Disciple.

He has people backing him.

Who can a Loose Cultivator call upon?

All he needed now was to delay as much as possible.

…

“Quite interesting,”

Chen Qiu turned his head to look at Qi Mei, smiling lightly, “Well, why not try some of my techniques?”

As he prepared to make a move,

the Miss of the Liu Family, from below deck, somehow had come up and stood in front of Qi Mei, her arms wide open, calmly facing Chen Qiu: “You can’t kill him, if you kill him here, I won’t escape death either.”

“He is a True Disciple of Yuan Sect. The sect has spent a lot of effort on him; if he dies, years of their investment will go to waste.”

“You won’t survive either.”

“I advise you to run as fast as you can now. Within ten breaths, Yuan Sect’s Nascent Soul elders will surely arrive, and by then, you’ll have no escape.”

“If you want to kill Qi Mei, step over my body first, kill me along with him.”

Immediately thereafter,

the bald little monk in monastic robes stepped in front of the Miss of the Liu Family, with palms pressed together and slightly bowing, his face utterly calm as he whispered,

“Amitabha.”

“This benefactor is overly murderous, and that is a great taboo in cultivation.”

“Cultivation is for immortality, not for slaughter.”

“I possess a hundred thousand merits, blessed by heaven. Whoever kills me will bear the retribution brought by my hundred thousand merits.”

“I… you cannot kill me.”

“If you wish to kill the Miss, you’ll have to kill me first.”

“…”

As Fat Long, squatting in a corner of the deck, watched, he somehow had procured a watermelon and began nibbling on it, looking towards the others with an odd expression. This was the first time he’d witnessed someone inviting death.