Chapter 189: Killing Aura (1)

[A/N: We are just a few more golden tickets away from reaching another milestone!!]

Chen Chuan’s fingers had just left the Storage Ring; the cool touch hadn’t fully dissipated, and the majestic blood energy of the thousand-year blood lingzhi seemed to still linger at his fingertips.

At this moment, he had to face ten figures that had suddenly appeared.

They had returned, like sharks scenting blood, precisely surrounding this messy area that had just experienced a great battle.

Their gazes, like physical probes, swept over him unceremoniously, finally focusing on his finger wearing the Storage Ring.

Permeating the air, besides the yet-to-dissipate bloody stench of the Bloodthirsty Violent Ape, was a poisonous mist known as greed.

At their head was the stunning woman with a Natural Charm Physique, Liu Qian.

She remained cold and arrogant, like an ice lotus atop a snowy mountain.

But a flash of undisguised amazement and possessiveness flickered in her autumn-water-like eyes.

The thousand-year blood lingzhi, a Heaven and Earth Treasure of this caliber, was enough to advance her Cultivation further and even refine her charming bones; its effects were extraordinary.

She didn’t need to speak; her gaze already said everything.

And the arrogant male Disciple who had previously whispered insults, calling Chen Chuan an "ant," now jumped out even more impatiently.

Li Mu stepped forward, his eyes burning so hot they almost spat fire, staring fixedly at Chen Chuan’s Storage Ring, his tone carrying a natural assertiveness:

"Kid, hand over what you just got. That’s not a treasure you’re qualified to possess."

His voice was decisive, as if Chen Chuan were merely a servant temporarily keeping the item for him.

Chen Chuan slowly turned around, his face as calm as water, but deep inside, a stormy rage was surging.

He calmly examined the ten people before him.

Although he hadn’t fully activated the Eye of Wisdom, the invisible Spiritual Pressure weighed down like ten small mountains, allowing him to clearly perceive the gap between them.

Of these ten, the lowest Cultivation was at the Spirit Transformation Realm First Level.

Hand over the thousand-year blood lingzhi?

Absolutely impossible!

This was something he had obtained by his own strength after killing the Bloodthirsty Violent Ape; it was a crucial resource on his path of Cultivation. How could he hand it over just because others coveted it?

His Dao Heart did not allow such humiliation.

Seeing Chen Chuan remain silent without any reaction, the arrogance on Li Mu’s face was instantly replaced by coldness.

Undisguised Killing Intent flickered in his eyes, his voice like ice:

"You ungrateful dog! I gave you a way out, but you insist on seeking death, don’t you? If you don’t hand it over, I’ll slaughter you right now and take it myself."

The other Inner Sect Disciples around them all wore playful smiles, as if watching a farce whose ending was already decided.

In their eyes, an Outer Sect Disciple was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered; resistance only added to the fun.

Just as the tension reached a breaking point and Li Mu was about to lose patience and act, Chen Chuan suddenly moved.

He didn’t beg for mercy, didn’t explain, and didn’t even show any sign of fear.

He simply raised his hand and made a very clear, contemptuous, and provocative gesture toward Li Mu and the nine behind him: he pointed his thumb down and tapped it lightly.

Immediately, he pushed the Wind God Art to its limit.

His figure seemed to turn into a wisp of green smoke merging into the wind, shooting toward the depths of the valley, toward that more primitive and desolate forest, without any warning.

He moved so fast that he almost left a faint afterimage in his original spot.

"What?"

"Seeking death!"

"How dare he!"

This move caught everyone by surprise.

No one expected that this mere Great Power Realm Outer Sect Disciple would not only dare to provoke them but also dare to flee right in front of ten Spirit Transformation Realm Inner Sect Disciples.

Li Mu was instantly enraged, his face turning ashen.

To be publicly humiliated by a fellow he viewed as an ant felt even worse than being slapped in the face.

He roared, "You can’t run! I’m going to tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Before his voice had even faded, his Spiritual Power erupted, turning him into a sharp stream of light as he chased after Chen Chuan with equally astonishing speed.

"Senior Brother Li!"

Some Disciples instinctively wanted to join the pursuit.

"No need."

Liu Qian’s cold voice rang out, stopping the others.

She looked in the direction where Chen Chuan and Li Mu had disappeared, her gaze indifferent, as if speaking of a trivial matter:

"He’s just a Great Power Realm ant who doesn’t know the heights of the heavens because he has decent movement techniques. Li Mu alone is enough."

"We still have business to attend to; don’t delay here. Once he deals with that kid, he’ll naturally bring the blood lingzhi to meet up with us."

Hearing this, everyone nodded.

Indeed, the Spirit Transformation Realm was a crushing match for the Great Power Realm.

Even if that kid’s movement techniques were strange, under the absolute gap in strength, his defeat and death were only a matter of time.

They didn’t think for a moment that Li Mu would fail.

So, the nine of them no longer paid attention to this pursuit, which they saw as having no suspense. Led by Liu Qian, they turned and flew toward another destination in the Hundred Thousand Mountains... Up ahead, Chen Chuan pushed the Wind God Art to his limit. The wind whistled in his ears, and the scenery on both sides receded rapidly, blurring into a patchwork of colors.

His Divine Sense, however, spread backward like a spiderweb, clearly perceiving that only one Aura was in hot pursuit—it was that foul-mouthed Li Mu.

"Only one came, as expected."

A cold light flashed in Chen Chuan’s eyes, and the crazy thought in his mind became even firmer.

He intentionally slowed down slightly, allowing the enraged Aura behind him to gradually close the distance.

Feeling that the figure fleeing in distress ahead seemed to have slowed down, a cruel and satisfied smile immediately appeared on Li Mu’s face.

As he accelerated, he used Spiritual Power to send his Killing-Intent-filled voice far ahead:

"Run! Why aren’t you running? You dog, where’s that arrogance from just now?"

"When I catch you later, I’ll definitely cripple your limbs first and let you taste a fate worse than death."

"Everything on you, including that decent movement technique Secret Manual, will be my spoils of war."

Chen Chuan turned a deaf ear to his shouting, silently calculating the distance and timing.

After confirming he was far from Liu Qian and the others and that the surroundings were sufficiently hidden.

He suddenly stopped in a relatively open forest clearing, turned around, and calmly looked at the rushing Li Mu.

Swoosh!

Li Mu’s figure landed ten zhang in front of Chen Chuan.

Looking at Chen Chuan, who had stopped and seemed to have accepted his fate, his face was full of cat-and-mouse playfulness and ruthlessness:

"What? Realized you can’t run? Kneel and beg for mercy now, hand over the blood lingzhi and your Storage Ring, and maybe I’ll give you a quick death."

Chen Chuan slowly shook his head, his tone flat but carrying a trace of cold mockery:

"You’ve misunderstood. I stopped only because I thought the feng shui here was good, making it a suitable burial place for you."

"Your idea is good and coincides with mine. Once I kill you, everything on you will naturally belong to me as well."

Li Mu was stunned for a moment, then he burst into wild laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, his face full of disdain and ridicule:

"Hahaha! Just you?"

"A Great Power Realm, Ninth Level trash wants to kill me? You’ve got quite the nerve."

"It seems that if I don’t let you see the true power of the Spirit Transformation Realm, you won’t know the heights of the heavens."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Li Mu’s eyes sharpened as his Killing Intent surged: "Since you’re seeking death, I’ll fulfill your wish!"

Clang!

He backhandedly drew a cold, shimmering longsword; the blade vibrated, emitting a clear, resonant hum.

He poured his Spirit Transformation Realm First Level Spiritual Power into it without reservation. The blade immediately glowed with a green light, and the surrounding airflow became turbulent, forming small wind vortices.

"Gale Sword Technique, Winds Sweeping the Clouds!"

With a sharp shout, Li Mu lunged forward, his longsword turning into a dense thicket of green sword shadows.

Like a sudden storm, it carried an Aura that could tear everything apart as it enveloped Chen Chuan.

The sword wind was fierce, sweeping up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground with an imposing momentum.

Facing this angry strike from a Spirit Transformation Realm Cultivator, Chen Chuan did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent.

He took a deep breath, and the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture within him operated at full power. His blood boiled like a volcanic eruption, and a faint golden light shimmered beneath his skin.

At the same time, the Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline was activated, and an ancient and noble pressure emanated faintly.

His strength, speed, and reactions all increased significantly.

His footwork shifted, and his figure moved like a ghost, weaving and dodging through the sky full of sword shadows.

The sword wind, capable of tearing through refined iron, often brushed past the corners of his clothes—perilously close, yet unable to actually touch his body.

"Hmm? Such strange movement techniques!" Li Mu was slightly startled, but his attack became even more urgent: "Let’s see how long you can hide! Gale and Sudden Rain!"

The sword technique changed again, becoming faster and the sword shadows denser, pouring down like a torrential rain.

Chen Chuan’s gaze was solemn. While dodging, he spotted a tiny gap during a transition in the sword stance. He clenched his right fist, golden light condensed, and the offensive power of the Nine Revolutions Battle Scripture erupted.

"Break!"

He threw a punch out—no fancy techniques, only pure power and speed.

The wind from his fist condensed like a golden meteor, accurately smashing into the weakest point of the sword shadows.

Boom!

Fist and sword collided, letting out a dull, thunderous roar.

A powerful shockwave spread out from the two of them, shaking the surrounding trees until their branches and leaves trembled wildly.