Chapter 209 - 142: Enraged Celestial Sword Sect, Extremely Unlucky Tribulation Cultivator

Chapter 209: Chapter 142: Enraged Celestial Sword Sect, Extremely Unlucky Tribulation Cultivator

It was indeed the number one method for preserving one’s life.

Putting the letter away, Jiang Hao looked at the map in his hands. On the massive beast-skin map, three Earth Realms had been circled. They were:

Thousand Sects Island.

Desert North Xuan Realm.

And Profound Nether Hundred Valleys.

Ultimately, Jiang Hao chose the one that sounded the most impressive: Thousand Sects Island. After figuring out the route and direction, he immediately vanished into the horizon once again.

One month later.

WHOOSH!

At the peak of a mountain range a hundred thousand miles away from Nanling, a young man appeared above an endless expanse of towering forests, flying rapidly over the mountains and woods. Dressed entirely in white, the youth concealed his aura as he soared over the green Wang Yang—a vast sea formed by endless ancient trees—speeding along his journey. This person was none other than Jiang Hao, who had fled all the way here.

"It will take at least a few more months to reach Thousand Sects Island. To think the Eastern Domain is this vast," Jiang Hao sighed with emotion as he looked at the map in his hand. Even as a Great Power of Transcendence, he had flown day and night for an entire month, yet only covered one-fifth of the straight-line distance. And this wasn’t even traversing the entire Eastern Domain; it was merely the tip of the iceberg. One could only imagine how massive a single state was, how expansive ten states were, and how truly boundless the Sword Dynasty with its three thousand states must be.

Stowing the map away, Jiang Hao continued on his way.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

Over the course of four months, he passed by countless cities and dozens of Earth Realms. He occasionally entered some ancient cities to restock on supplies, witnessing the true cruelty and chaos of the Cultivation Realm. After leaving Nanling, Jiang Hao finally learned what Tribulation Cultivators really were. To avoid attracting the attention of powerful Tribulation Cultivators, Jiang Hao kept his cultivation base hidden throughout the entire journey. By doing so, the strong Tribulation Cultivators wouldn’t bother targeting him, while he could easily dispatch the weak ones.

"Whether an Earth Realm is in chaos or not is entirely up to the Tribulation Cultivators. I have truly experienced this firsthand," Jiang Hao muttered to himself.

At dusk on this particular day.

Jiang Hao sighed deeply. He had seen a great deal along the way, and the most common sight was Tribulation Cultivators blocking roads to murder, rob, and snatch away treasures. Whenever he encountered such matters, Jiang Hao adhered to the principle that less trouble was better than more. As long as he wasn’t the one being robbed, he barely spared them a second glance. In the Cultivation Realm, a Holy Mother would absolutely not live long. Of course, even as cautious as he was, it was inevitable that he would be targeted by Tribulation Cultivators. However, almost all the Tribulation Cultivators who crossed paths with Jiang Hao were sent straight to meet their maker.

"There is a city ahead. It’s time to restock." Closing the map, Jiang Hao stepped through the air and flew toward the ancient city marked on it.

The ancient cities marked on the map were not necessarily still standing. The map Jiang Renfeng had given Jiang Hao seemed quite old. Some of the Earth Realms on it had long since been reduced to dead zones. Forget about cities—not a single living person could be seen. Instead, they were filled with devastation and crumbling ruins, clearly wiped out by some supreme expert.

The closer he got to the city on the map, the more cautious Jiang Hao became. Areas where Tribulation Cultivators were frequently active were precisely places like this—a certain distance away from human settlements, but not too far. After all, no Tribulation Cultivator would go "restocking" in some godforsaken wasteland; there would be absolutely no targets.

Yet, despite Jiang Hao’s caution, the moment he flew over the primeval forest, he was still targeted by a group of Tribulation Cultivators lurking around this ancient city.

"Chief, there are quite a few targets. Which one should we pick?" In a hidden corner, dozens of figures with terrifying auras watched from the shadows, constantly scanning the passing Cultivators.

"Nonsense! Of course we go for the easy prey. See that boy with a black cloth-wrapped object on his back? That should be an ancient sword."

"I see him. He’s only at the Spirit Transformation Eighth Stage. He is the weakest among the passing Cultivators."

"Then what are we waiting for? We’ll take him!"

As soon as the dozens of people finished speaking, they flew toward the white-clad youth. An endless and terrifying power swept through the heavens and the earth, truly shocking to behold. There were both old and young among this group of Tribulation Cultivators, with some clearly being from the older generation. However, since the second phase of the Prodigy Supremacy Battle began a month ago, older generation Cultivators below the Venerable realm were no longer restricted. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tribulation Cultivators all over the world became active, specifically targeting those young prodigies. In their eyes, these young men and women were nothing but fat sheep—targets who had undoubtedly obtained great fortunes in ancient ruins. The way these dozens of people looked at Jiang Hao was full of greed, as if they were staring at an unclothed maiden.

The moment the passing Cultivators saw this, they all cast sympathetic glances at the figure in white.

"Who asked you to be the weakest? You can’t blame anyone else," a passing Cultivator muttered to himself, immediately fleeing far away in fear of being caught in the crossfire.

Even those dozens of Tribulation Cultivators wore wide smiles, as if the fruit of their labor was already within their grasp.

Little did they know, they were unlucky to the extreme. They still didn’t realize that they had chosen the toughest nut to crack.