Evil Mage Cultivation: The Immortal Enslavement Path Chapter 77

A few moments ago, while both sides were fighting.

"Did you ever kill a 9th stage cultivator before?" Wu Han’s question nearly blew Hong Qing’s mind.

"N-no... I’ve never even fought one." Hong Qing was shaken.

No one in their right mind would challenge someone with higher cultivation, much less two stages above, and at the 9th stage at that.

9th stage cultivators were dangerous, not just because of their qi level, but because no one truly knew how strong each individual was.

When someone reached that ceiling, they could only continue honing themselves.

That meant the gap in skill between 9th stage cultivators could be vast.

One thing, however, was certain.

No one below them could hope to challenge them under normal circumstances.

For most cultivators, the ninth stage of Qi Condensation was the end of the road.

"Good. You’re about to kill one," Wu Han said, as if he were assigning her a simple errand. "Think of it as an onboarding process."

"Onboarding?" Hong Qing blinked. She had never heard that phrase before.

"Oh. Right." Wu Han realized the problem at once.

There were no ships or docks around here, nothing to board in the first place.

Of course she would not understand the metaphor.

"Forget it. Here’s the plan." He pointed toward the battlefield below. "I’m going to kill one of the 9th stages. I don’t know which yet, but one of them will die by my hand."

There were three ninth stage cultivators present. Yue Hai. Xiao Ji. Han Rong.

"When one falls, I’ll step in and take another. I need you to surprise the last one. If you fail, we’ll be in serious trouble."

He looked at her. "Can I trust you with that?"

This was the moment she finally understood the level of field he was playing on. Never before had she dared to attempt fighting someone like that, much less take a life.

But this was her new life.

Her new man’s first task for her.

If she refused now, what kind of future would she have by his side?

If he trusted her with it, then it meant she might actually be capable.

So instead of doubting herself, she chose to believe in him who believed in her!

"I’ll do it." Hong Qing gathered her courage and accepted, her heart pounding so hard it almost hurt.

Boom!

The fight below escalated as Yue Hai finished off Han Rong, leaving two 9th stage cultivators as planned.

"Good girl." Wu Han patted her head, then flicked his fingers. "Here’s some help. Remember, you only get one shot."

A spell settled over her.

Rank 1 magic, Invisibility.

The moment her Qi flared, it would break.

Still, it was enough for a single strike.

"Wow..." Hong Qing glanced down and couldn’t see herself.

The strangeness only deepened her awe for the man she had chosen.

"Let’s go. I need him alive." Wu Han rose and called out his three spears.

Two of them flew around him like a coiling dragon over mountain, and one pure white made of bone got chosen into his hand.

Obsidian is a residue of fire element and earth element, lava.

His black spear flew out from him in another direction as it circled on the polar opposite of his body.

And with it, I can do this!

Rank 1 magic, Fire Bolts!

By casting a spell from himself and using the obsidian on the black spear as a conduit, two fires erupted from two sides and shot toward them.

Boom! Boom!

Hong Qing watched in fright as the fire shot out, the heat was real. Unlike martial arts, what he just did was create actual fire from thin air and launch it. Even when you are a cultivator, getting burned alive is still a very painful death.

Boom! Boom!

Not only that, his fire was like a living being. It could halt, delay, then move again, creating the illusion that they were surrounded.

He was doing this to keep everyone in, so he did not need to chase them later.

Back to the present.

Yue Hai’s severed head rolled across the ground and stopped at his feet.

The anger still lingered on her face, but her technique vanished as her body collapsed.

The blazing blade halted a hair’s breadth in front of him.

"Bad luck. If you had moved one more step, I might have been injured."

Wu Han laughed and nudged Yue Hai’s head aside with his foot, clearing his path as he walked toward the last two survivors.

Han Meiyi and Han Suwen.

"You... what are you doing here?!" Han Meiyi’s anger boiled, ready to erupt.

"One more step and I’ll kill you," Han Suwen threatened, both swords raised cautiously.

He had felt something was off about Wu Han the first time they met, but he had not thought much of it then.

Back then, Wu Han was just a weakling.

Now, he could not gauge the man’s power at all.

But he knew one thing. The girl standing beside him was terrifying.

It was not every day you saw a 7th stage cultivator kill a 9th stage in a single blow.

So rare that even she herself could hardly believe she had done it.

How did I get this strong?

Hong Qing was still confused.

The power behind her blade had doubled, for reasons she could not explain.

It was because of last night’s dual cultivation.

Wu Han had not only planted a bomb inside her, he had also taken the liberty of cleansing her body, clearing the pathways of qi within her and letting her talent shine a little brighter.

"Come on, we’re the last two remaining survivors of our clan. Be happy a little."

Wu Han said it lightly, almost joking, as if they were close, as if he were not the one who had cut off her arm and driven her out.

"I’m no longer with that clan. And good that it’s gone!"

Han Meiyi’s voice was firm, but something bitter sat beneath it.

She had been expelled, yes.

Still, it had been her clan. Her birth family. The place she had grown up in.

And now they were all dead.

Because of him!

Han Suwen had already told her about the poison master hiding within the Flaming Cloud Sect.

The man who had wiped out her entire clan just to taunt the miracle doctor.

To kill the disciple’s whole family as an invitation to battle.

That disciple was Wu Han.

"You’re the reason they died. If you still have any responsibility, then die with them!" Han Meiyi shouted.

"Is that what you wish?" Wu Han closed his eyes for a moment, as if thinking, or rather pretending to think.

"Sure. But at least I want to die honorably."

"Huh?!" Hong Qing was stunned, but he signaled her to stay quiet.

She swallowed her reaction.

Wu Han pointed his spear toward them. "A duel. What do you say?"

Han Meiyi glanced at him, then at the paralyzed Xiao Ji.

She understood at once. Even after all her training, she was no match for Wu Han.

The gap had grown so wide she could not even see the other side anymore.

She turned to her husband.

"You don’t have to do this..." Her love pushed past her rage.

Wu Han was too dangerous!

But Han Suwen felt the same in reverse.

When his love overcame his fear, he straightened.

"I’ve got this. Don’t worry."

Han Suwen pulled out a pill from his storage ring, a pill, and then a small bottle.

"You dare drink my master’s potion in front of me?" Wu Han burst into laughter as he watched Han Suwen restore himself with his own brand.

"I don’t care. If it means restoring my wife’s honor, I’m not afraid." Han Suwen had already judged the situation.

Wu Han might be strong, but he relied on ambush and a follower who was only at the 7th stage.

That meant he himself should not be beyond that level.

Maybe there was an edge. A small edge.

He also knew the longer the fight dragged on, the worse his chances would become.

From what his wife told him, Wu Han was frighteningly good at reading battles and breaking them apart.

"Good thinking. Poor preparation," Wu Han said.

"If you carried that kind of conviction, you should have trained as hard as your brother."

"You!" Han Suwen’s eyes flared.

Being compared to his brother was the one thing he despised most.

Rage cracked his restraint, and he charged.

Twin Dragon Vortex!

The twin swords flared and curved through the air, tracing arcs like two dragons charging straight at him.

"Water. Nice." Wu Han smiled and stepped forward. A flash of light followed.

Cloud Trace Art.

His spear rose in a clean line and met the vortex head on, leaving behind a faint trail in the air like a cloud dragged across the sky.

"Ambidexterity too. Very good." Wu Han’s face turned almost cheerful.

Hong Qing and Han Meiyi exchanged a glance.

As women, they knew that look.

It was the look of someone who had found something interesting and wanted it.

The unsettling part was not the smile.

But why was Wu Han looking at Han Suwen that way?