ocean-life Chapter 57: 57. His body must be very uncomfortable.
Chapter 57: 57. His body must be very uncomfortable.
The voice was not loud, but as it fell, an echo immediately followed, causing Tan Shuchang’s words to layer upon each other, like incessant ocean waves.
And with this sound, though it was the time of sunrise, the atmosphere unexpectedly darkened.
The dim haze, faint yet perceptible, interwove itself among the nearby mountain peaks, forests, and even the clouds on the horizon, such that the wind blowing also carried a hint of grey.
"What kind of magic is this?" Zhao Huaiji was startled. He had practiced for nearly a hundred years, had traveled extensively across most of the Jiawu Realm in his early years, and had even ventured to the Land of Yin and Darkness once to retrieve the soul of an elder ancestor. Therefore, by any account, he was considered highly experienced, but he had never heard of such transformative magic.
Even the Shadow Retaining Immortal Secret Tome of the demon sect’s leader from those years was merely about countless shadows, yet its core was still human.
Yet now, this lad had completely lost his human form.
"Hmph! Nothing more than the tricks of deviants and heretics!"
But immediately after, Zhao Huaiji showed a disdainful expression because he had immense confidence in the sword in his hand.
He raised his sword vertically.
"Sword arise!"
Instantly, like an overwhelming wave, the sword’s momentum scattered, as if a mountain had suddenly descended, shattering the earth and crushing the trees around into rubble on the ground.
And the grey-colored wind was also dispersed with it.
Sword momentum is another versatile tool for Sword Cultivators besides Sword Qi, capable of saving lives, taking lives, and even evolving into a Sword Array.
At this moment, as Zhao Huaiji released the sword momentum he had cultivated for decades, this place momentarily seemed sharp and exposed, as a dazzling light directly pierced through the heavens.
This was the fusion of countless Sword Qi.
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The next instant, it seemed as though numerous Sword Qi burst forth, and the terrifying intent to kill appeared almost tangible.
Man harbors killing intent, heaven and earth respond!
However, the eerie part was that just as the Sword Qi flew out, they vanished into thin air.
After storing away these items, Tan Shuchang then turned his attention to the token, and upon inspecting it, he couldn’t help but pause because the token bore a ghastly, ferocious ghostly face.
He then flipped the token over, and there were two complicated symbols on the back.
Although unfamiliar, Tan Shuchang knew what these symbols represented—they were ancient characters from the Land of Yin and Darkness.
It was said that only the dead could understand and learn them.
"Why would senior Zhao have a token from the Land of Yin and Darkness?" Tan Shuchang felt this token must symbolize something significant in the Land of Yin and Darkness.
So he decided to wait until the next time that eerie game invited him over, then find a fierce ghost to help him examine this token.
After storing the token as well, Tan Shuchang looked at the bisected corpse and couldn’t help but shake his head.
"Senior Zhao met such a fate, your body must be quite uncomfortable. Here’s what, I’ll leave you a few hundred supreme profound seals; after you descend, find a skilled old lady to stitch you up!"
Tan Shuchang felt he was quite generous, akin to a bandit leaving travel money for his victims, deeply respecting the martial world’s ethos.
As for destroying the corpse to remove traces?
He cast a few hundred supreme profound seals here, and others would take care of it for him.
When he had split Zhao Huaiji with that sword, it wasn’t a clean cut but a bloody and mangled one, and if he hadn’t killed the man himself, Tan Shuchang wouldn’t have recognized him as Zhao Huaiji.
Using the long staff, he forcibly gathered the nearby malevolent spirits into a column of black smoke, and Tan Shuchang once more set off toward the challenge site.
Because Zhao Huaiji had tried to stop him, and because this method of travel was rather ordinary, by the time Tan Shuchang arrived, the Son of the Heavenly Mandate was already there.
Standing with his hands behind his back on a lone peak was Long Zhangyuan.
As the mountain wind blew, it made Long Zhangyuan’s long hair flutter and his sleeve cuffs rustle with the wind.
"You’ve finally come," Long Zhangyuan said indifferently, "I thought you weren’t going to show up."
"How could Tan Someone rudely fail to appear when the Son of the Heavenly Mandate of Mount Tutelage extends an invitation?" Tan Shuchang greeted with a cupped fist salute, his demeanor calm, even sporting a slight smile.
Showing no hostility, nor mentioning Zhao Huaiji, as if he truly had just been delayed.