Chapter 102 - 95: Exhausting All Means

Chapter 102: Chapter 95: Exhausting All Means

It was highly likely that Eight-Character Moustache was pursuing him alone. If it was just one person, Chen Jianghe could find a way to finish him off, provided the other party did not possess a High-Grade Defensive Spiritual Artifact. Otherwise, he truly would be helpless against Eight-Character Moustache.

After fleeing another thirty miles, Chen Jianghe swallowed a Qi Recovery Pill, restoring his Magical Power to sixty percent. For safety’s sake, he wouldn’t let his Magical Power drop below that threshold.

After executing the Water Escape Technique once more, Chen Jianghe used a High-Grade Water Escape Talisman to widen the gap between him and Eight-Character Moustache.

This made Eight-Character Moustache anxious. The effects of his Spirit-Chasing Talisman and Divine Movement Talisman were both about to wear off. Yet, he discovered that Chen Jianghe actually still had High-Grade Escape Talismans, while he had completely run out of Divine Movement Talismans and Spirit-Chasing Talismans.

Tribulation Cultivators were not wealthy. If they were, they wouldn’t have chosen this path in the first place. After all, it was a job that involved living on a knife’s edge; no one willingly became one, except for the Great Tribulation Cultivators at the very top. After handing over half of their looted resources, the rest was entirely used for Cultivation. Being able to prepare a Divine Movement Talisman and a Spirit-Chasing Talisman before a job was already considered a heavy investment.

Generally speaking, possessing these two Spirit Talismans was enough to slaughter a fat sheep. However, he never expected to encounter such a freak, someone who carried so many Escape Talismans—and all High Grade at that.

"I only have two Qi Recovery Pills left. If I can’t catch him within half a quarter of an hour, I’ll be in danger," Eight-Character Moustache thought, hesitating. "But I’ve already sunk fifty Spirit Stones into this!"

He was a Tribulation Cultivator, not an idiot. If he exhausted his remaining two Qi Recovery Pills and failed to catch up to Chen Jianghe, he would be the one in danger. But giving up after sinking so much cost into the pursuit meant his previous job had been done entirely in vain.

"I’ll use the Qi Recovery Pills, but under the condition that I keep seventy percent of my Magical Power. If I still can’t catch him, I’ll give up," Eight-Character Moustache decided. He swallowed another pill, maintaining his high-consumption Sword Flight.

Chen Jianghe advanced through the Youxian River using the Water Escape Technique, while Eight-Character Moustache maintained his Sword Flight through the sky above. Neither dared to pause for even a moment.

They covered another thirty miles. In just a quarter of an hour, Chen Jianghe had fled nearly one hundred and forty miles. He swallowed his final Qi Recovery Pill. Watching Eight-Character Moustache rapidly closing the distance, he felt the man was no longer acting like a Tribulation Cultivator. It was as if Chen Jianghe had murdered his father or stolen his wife. Pursuing someone for a hundred and forty miles meant the man had clearly let the hunt go to his head, completely losing the caution a Tribulation Cultivator ought to possess.

After all, setting traps for Tribulation Cultivators was not unheard of. Predators being preyed upon was a reality that could happen anywhere.

"Forget it, I’ll use a Water Escape Talisman!" Chen Jianghe thought. He sensed Eight-Character Moustache’s speed dropping, a clear sign of depleting Magical Power. To avoid falling into a trap himself, he decided it was better not to fight. If he got injured, it might negatively affect his maximum lifespan.

"He has more?!" Eight-Character Moustache’s bitter face twisted. He took out his last Qi Recovery Pill. After swallowing it, his speed surged once again.

"Bastard! How does he have so many High-Grade Escape Talismans?" the normally quiet and introverted cultivator cursed aloud, unable to hold it in any longer.

"That’s seven talismans! One hundred and five Spirit Stones!

"If you had just given me a hundred Spirit Stones, you bastard, I would have let you go!"

At this moment, Eight-Character Moustache developed a deep hatred for Chen Jianghe. It was no longer just about robbery and murder; he wanted to swallow Chen Jianghe alive. Those were resources he was on the verge of obtaining, now squandered entirely on this chase.

Twenty miles down the river.

Chen Jianghe poked his head out of the water and cast a complicated gaze at the rapidly approaching Eight-Character Moustache. His internal Magical Power had dwindled to merely fifty percent. If he were to keep fleeing, he would have to rely solely on Water Escape Talismans. Otherwise, draining his Magical Power completely would put him in real danger. However, after a hundred and sixty miles of pursuit, the other party’s resources for restoring Magical Power were likely exhausted as well.

For the first time, Chen Jianghe felt an intense urge to make a move, as he had completely run out of options for retreat.

"Little Black, you test the waters first," Chen Jianghe communicated via Spirit Platform Transmission.

"Master, don’t be impulsive. How about you let me out, and I’ll carry you as we run," Little Black replied.

"Fair enough, then there’s no need to probe," Chen Jianghe responded. Since he had decided to strike, he would simply unleash an all-out attack with thunderous momentum.