Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation Chapter 72

This was reality. He actually could not catch up.

It seemed that in terms of speed, Illusory Step could only solve the problem of close combat. Long-distance pursuit was still his weakness.

He could not even catch up to eat hot food, let alone his hidden calculations and petty schemes.

Wang Yu cursed a few words in his heart.

At the same time.

As time passed, Deacon Xu used a secret art to slow the spread of his injuries. At most, he could only hold on for one day. Once the secret art ended, he would suffer more severe damage.

However, during this process, with the aid of spiritual pills, more than half of the true essence in his Qi Sea had recovered. Although his injuries were frightening, before the secret art expired, he had already regained the combat strength of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

His rapidly fleeing figure suddenly stopped.

Turning toward Liu Jinxian, who was relentlessly chasing him, he revealed a “kind” smile.

He pressed his palms together and quickly formed one hand seal after another. The vast fluctuation of true essence, like surging rivers, lakes, and seas, raised wave after wave of tides.

Except, they were waves of fire.

He was an alchemist who practiced fire techniques, and his cultivation method was of the fire attribute. The same applied to his spell arts.

Specializing in one path was the way to achieve success.

The flames surged from all directions, reaching a height of twenty to thirty meters. Liu Jinxian was like an ant caught in their midst.

This sudden counterattack was unexpected for Liu Jinxian, but she was no fool and naturally had some precautions.

At the critical moment.

A fingernail-sized gray insect crawled out from her nostril. It looked like a woodlouse but had countless murky insect eyes.

With a pop, the Gu insect exploded, and a gray shell completely enveloped her. From the gaps in the shell grew numerous yellow eyeballs, all staring at Deacon Xu.

The wave of fire crashed into the insect-shell cocoon.

Before the result was seen, Deacon Xu held a second-rank low-grade magic sword and leaped into the air, slashing from a distance.

The heat distorted the air.

The sword cut out a blazing sword qi nearly two zhang long, cleaving the insect-shell cocoon completely in two. Blood oozed from the cracks, and the insect eyes dimmed.

Deacon Xu carefully approached, staring cautiously at the blood. His divine sense could barely penetrate the shell to detect the inside.

He was also guarding against any hidden trump card.

One step. Two steps.

Suddenly, the ground beneath him collapsed, and green, pink, and crimson poisonous mist spewed out. His expression became stern.

He stepped on the air and shot upward like a plant sprouting from dry soil. While escaping, he swung his sword again, sending out another blazing sword qi two zhang long.

At that moment, Liu Jinxian’s life-bound Gu, the Blood Mosquito Gu, emerged from the poisonous smoke. Its body swelled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it became a giant mosquito five to six meters long.

Its mouthpart sucked fiercely, and the blazing sword qi was swallowed like water. The surface of the Blood Mosquito Gu was dyed with flame patterns. Within a single breath, it spat out a blood-red fireball the size of a water jar.

It was truly a blow for a blow.

Deacon Xu was caught off guard and instinctively swung his sword to unleash a third blazing sword qi. Unexpectedly, a sneaky gray-white venomous bee flew past him.

It sprayed venom from its abdomen onto the magic sword. The second-rank low-grade sword flickered weakly. Although it did not completely fail, it could no longer unleash its original sword qi.

He had no time to make a second counter.

The blood-red fireball struck Deacon Xu squarely. Its power was considerable, like a small missile blasting the air into concentric shockwaves.

With a heavy thud, his charred body fell to the ground, only his chest still faintly rising and falling.

Liu Jinxian then leapt out from underground.

She leisurely looked at the miserable state of this Foundation Establishment senior. On her somewhat terrifying face was a mocking smile. “Keep being arrogant. To bully me, I will make you understand what regret means.”

Cautiously approaching, she focused on observing his condition. Seeing green poisonous blood flow from beneath his charred skin, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Although Green Serpent Poison is only a second-rank toxin, it is not something a cultivator at your stage can resolve. Crawl over here and lick the back of this lady's foot, and I will give you a chance to be a slave.”

She truly had such an idea, bold and fearless.

More than half of Deacon Xu’s breath was gone. His eyelids had been burned away, leaving only two bloody eyeballs turning. Hearing such arrogant words, the madness in his eyes deepened.

“You… come here…”

The Blood Mosquito Gu had not only injured him again but also disrupted his secret art. With both injuries erupting at once, he could barely stand, especially with the Green Serpent Poison.

He could feel his life slipping away. His gums were half exposed, and his whole body was covered with festering burns, making his voice hoarse and strained.

“I… am willing… to sign… a slave contract.”

“Those who know the situation are wise.” Liu Jinxian raised an eyebrow, her anger and irritation gone, replaced by a look of pride.

Her words were one thing, but her actions showed no mercy.

Forming a hand seal, a flying sword shot out from her storage pouch, slashing at Deacon Xu’s neck without hesitation.

Clearly, what she said earlier about making him a slave was only her twisted amusement, meant to humiliate a Foundation Establishment cultivator’s dignity, as revenge for what she had suffered in Blackbone Mountain.

In seeking revenge for the smallest grievance, she exceeded even the rumors.

A flying sword could be used as a flying tool, but its sharpness ranked among the top in sword weapons. It was also one of the most commonly used magic tools by cultivators.

The one in her hand was no ordinary weapon.

As it flew, it made no sound, yet cleanly severed Deacon Xu’s head. His life force dissipated quickly.

Seeing the matter settled, Liu Jinxian fully relaxed. This was her first time dealing with a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and she had not expected it to go so smoothly. She could not help but feel more proud.

“Careful.”

Suddenly, Wang Yu’s voice came from afar. Liu Jinxian instinctively leapt back, but a black smoke-like rope coiled around her waist.

Black smoke gushed from Deacon Xu’s corpse.

The vast divine sense he had honed from years of alchemy, catalyzed by some unknown demonic technique, actively transformed into a mindless fierce ghost.

It suddenly swelled and swallowed Liu Jinxian in one bite.

Wang Yu’s scalp went numb at the sight.

Even though he had rushed over, he was still a step late. This was the trouble with demonic cultivators. Who knew what sinister secret arts or strange techniques they might have?

Only by killing, burning the corpse, destroying the soul, and scattering the ashes could one be safe.

Even Xu Jiaojiao had demonic techniques. Who knew what opportunities her father might have? After all, in the Crimson Kite Demonic Domain, to advance to Foundation Establishment on one’s own strength, rising from nothing, one had to have some real skill.

“This is troublesome.”